I Like to Watch - Part 4
This story is a work of fiction. All characters are older then 18. They have fun having gay sex. If gay sex is not allowed in your country, you should consider moving to another one. The characters are not having save sex, please use condoms while exploring your sexuality.
"Follow me" I said walking into the bathroom
He closed the door behind him. His shorts almost fell apart after what Chris had done to them. Tommy also looked like he was cut open; his eyes were tired and sad.
"Take off your clothes," I whispered, while I unbuttoned my pants.
I turned on the water, took Tommy by the hand and guided him into the shower. The hot water ran through his hair over his body. I took some shower gel and started to soap his arms and chest. He seemed to be enjoying it, pressing his body against mine, crushing me against the wall. I rubbed his back while his chin touched my forehead.
"Tommy, I don't think..." I stuttered
He kissed me on the mouth, while the shampoo was running over my face.
"I really like you," he said, kissing me again.
"I like you too," I replied quietly; it felt weird admitting it.
He roared like Chewbacca, followed by putting even more pressure on me. I interpreted this as an expression of happiness, not as an attempt to kill me. We got out of the shower and I wrapped his body in a big white towel. I also tried to blow dry his hair and failed.
"Fucking piece of shit is not working," I said, quite angry.
"It's okay, my hair is short anyway ," he said, shaking his head like a dog.
"Where is that black leather collar of yours," I said, still pissed off.
"Stop being grumpy." He smiled, licking a water droplet from my nose.
I banged my head into his strong chest.
"So you wanna go to bed ?" I asked.
"No, I am not tired anymore," he said, lowering his chin on to my head.
"Okay, lets watch a movie. You will have to catch up on some gay culture." I smiled, pulling him into the living room.
"Beautiful Thing" was perfectly fitted for a newcomer to gay-themed movies.
The next morning Tommy sat on the sofa watching the TV.
"You know, Tommy, I have never seen you cum," I said, sitting next to him.
"I am not allowed to jerk off," he said, while I took the remote and turned off the TV.
"Well you can't jerk yourself, but I can jerk you off," I said, unbuttoning his pj boxers.
"I don't think this is a good idea," Tommy stuttered
"Put your hands behind your head," I said, getting up from the sofa.
I stepped out of my pj boxers and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Nice and quiet, just how I like it," I said, sitting back on the sofa.
I pushed his now hard cock and his balls through the opening. His cock was thick and about 7 inches long. He was cut and had nice mushroom-like head. His balls were also shaved and I could fit them into one hand. I ran over his cock with my index finger, while massaging his balls with the other hand. Tommy moaned through the pj boxers in his mouth. Then I started to jerk him slowly from the bottom of his trunk to the edge of the head. After a few seconds a big drop of precum was oozing out of his piss slit. I ran over the his mushroom head with my finger and put it in my mouth, getting a taste of his fresh precum. He was already leaking more prejuice, so I decided to remove my pj boxers from his mouth.
"I don't wanna hear a single word," I said, pulling the boxer sout of his mouth.
Tommy nodded slowly, still holding his hands behind his head.
I ran over his piss slit with my thumb, getting the next drop of precum, then I put it between his lips, letting him suck it clean. I continued jerking him and playing with his balls, continuously feeding him his own prejuice. I didn't want his cock too slippery, and I also didn't want stains on the sofa, so his mouth was the best place to deposit it.
I massaged his cock, but every time I felt him starting to tighten up, I slowed down. He moaned in a complaining way. I squeezed his balls hard to shut him up. Finally I speeded up jerking and I could feel him pump again and then I stopped jerking. I held on to the trunk and felt the pulses running through his cock, and like I expected, his cum didn't shoot out; instead it just slowly ran down his cock, covering my hand with thick and creamy cum.
I pulled my hand off his cock, licking my finger with the tip of my tongue. His thick milk tasted salty and intense. There was so much cum on my hand it was about to drip down. I slowly pulled his head back and opened his mouth. I dangled my hand over his mouth and waited for it to drip down. I just sat there and watched while the cum gathered and finally fell in to his open mouth. From time to time Tommy closed his mouth to swallow, only to open up again and receive more. And finally I shoved each finger one by one in his mouth to have it cleaned up. As I pulled my little finger out, he swallowed one last time.
Then all of the sudden the doorbell rang.
"For fuck sake," I yelled.
"Button up your shorts and wash your face, while I go open the door," I said, walking out of the living room.
"Good morning, princess," he shouted when I opened the door.
It was Erin (or Aaron, bottom line, he was a boy). We have been friends for a long time.
"Listen Erin, really bad timing," I replied.
"It is always bad timing with you, you grumpy cat," he said, while he took of his red Converses
He walked inside, suddenly he stopped and turned around.
"Hey Sascha," he said.
"Yes ?" I replied, confused.
"You got some cum on your face."
END OF PART 4
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