This is so much better than cookies. Than any treat. This is my favorite as I draw his length past my lips. I sigh happily as I taste him.
He murmurs little noises of approval. Yes, so good, keep going.
Like I’d stop. I give his dick sweet kisses. I lick the underside of his shaft. I press my face against his thighs. I inhale him, and then I return to the main attraction. That fantastic cock I want to take deep. I told the man I liked sex, and I did not lie. I like giving pleasure so much. When Sam wraps his hands around my head, and grunts, I dive deeper onto his dick, sucking him till his knees are shaking.
He growls my name, then gives a guttural warning. Seconds later, I’m tasting his pleasure. The thrill of his orgasm turns me on even more.
“Wow,” he says, like he’s lost in a haze as he stares down at me. I let his dick fall from my mouth. “You are just…”
He doesn’t finish the thought. Instead, he joins me on the floor, kissing me like he’s ravenous. His kisses scorch my bones. My dick is thumping in my jeans. A strong hand cups my hard-on, and I groan with both relief and arousal, then I whimper when he breaks the kiss. But he stays close, his mouth inches from mine. “My turn now,” he says, then gently pushes my back to the floor, jerks off my jeans and briefs and settles between my thighs.
And then Sam bestows the most luxurious blow job in the world. He’s decadent with his tongue, wicked with his mouth, and determined with his hands. I’m begging for release soon, but he takes his time, nuzzling my cock and licking my balls. And when he finally returns to my dick, I can’t hold back. I grip his head and come hard.
He murmurs sweet nothings as he lets me fall from his mouth. Then he moves closer, flops next to me, and takes my hand in his. “I like you, Tobey.”
I just smile, sated for now. “I like you too.”
We spend the rest of the night together.
We order in.
And watch a documentary.
And he spends the night.
And asks me out again.
I say yes, then send a thank-you note to the writer who told me to be mysterious. A little bit of mystery, a lot of honesty, and the red-hot truth about oatmeal raisin cookies, and this guy has a boyfriend who rocks his world.
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THE END