CHAPTER ELEVEN CONTINUED…
I reached the sliding door and pulled it open with my free hand, stepping onto the porch without breaking stride. My towel and swim trunks hit the ground the second I crossed the threshold; forgotten the moment they left my fingers. I didn’t stop—I just pulled Blake inside with me, his warm, naked body following mine as if he belonged there.
The moment we were in, I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to the couch, my grip tightening just slightly as I gave one last tug, swinging Blake forward in front of me. He barely caught his balance as I released him, his body turning to face me, his breath just a little heavier now.
I didn’t give him a second to react. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, our mouths crashing together with raw, unspoken need. His hands found my waist instantly, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer. The kiss was rough, deep, all tongue and heat, the kind that left no space for second-guessing.
Then, just as fast, I shoved him backward.
Blake barely had time to brace himself before he landed on the couch, his back sinking into the cushions with a soft thump. His legs spread naturally, falling open like he was completely at ease, his body settling into the space like he owned it. His arms draped over the back of the couch, biceps flexing just slightly as he stretched out, his fingers grazing the fabric like he had no intention of moving anytime soon. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, his wet skin glistening under the dim light.
The sudden motion sent his dick bouncing up against his abs, the thick shaft slapping hard against his stomach before bobbing back up slightly, twitching with the leftover momentum. A thin bead of precum streaked across his skin where the tip had smacked against him, trailing down in a slow, wet line. His balls, still drawn up slightly from the cold, shifted between his thighs as he adjusted his stance, the weight of them settling comfortably against the cushions.
Again, he didn’t say anything.
He tilted his head back slightly, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, his grin widening into something almost lazy, self-assured. His eyes locked onto mine, heat simmering beneath the amusement. The way he looked at me—relaxed, sprawled out, completely at my mercy—said everything.
I slowly kneeled down in front of Blake, positioning myself between his spread legs. The heat of his body radiated against mine, the air thick with the scent of lake water, sweat, and something unmistakably him. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers pressing into the firm muscle before I started to move—slow, deliberate strokes, rubbing up toward his hips and then back down to his knees. His skin was still damp, smooth under my palms, the fine hairs on his legs catching the dim light as I traced over them.
Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. We just locked eyes, staring at each other with something deeper than words, something raw. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his arms still draped over the back of the couch like he had no intention of moving, completely open to whatever I was going to do next.
After a moment, I rose up onto my knees, leaning forward over Blake, my hands still sliding up his body. As I moved, I felt my stomach pressed against his hard dick, the heat of him tingling against my skin. I felt it twitch instantly, a slow pulse that sent a faint smear of precum streaking against my abs as I slid up further. The sensation made my breath hitch, but I didn’t stop— I couldn’t. I let my fingers roam upward, tracing the ridges of his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed slightly beneath my touch.
Blake exhaled. His breath warm against my face. His chest rose beneath my palms as I dragged my hands higher, brushing over his pecs, my thumbs grazing the edges of his nipples. His dick pulsed again against me, thick and leaking, leaving a slick warmth between us. The contact sent a slow shiver through my core, and for a second, I just hovered there, feeling every little twitch, every little reaction his body gave me.
I leaned down, pressing my lips against his in a brief but hungry kiss. His breath was warm against my mouth, and when I pulled back, I didn’t go far. My lips trailed to his neck, my tongue teasing against the slightly salty skin as I kissed him there, feeling his pulse beneath my mouth.
I moved lower, tracing my lips down to his chest, and then flicked my tongue over one of his nipples before lightly nipping at it. The reaction was immediate—a sharp inhale, his arms tightening briefly over the back of the couch before his muscles relaxed again. He let out a low, breathy moan, but he didn’t move, didn’t stop me.
I shifted again, moving to his underarm, my hands pressing against his chest as I guided him to lift his arm. He smirked slightly but obeyed, resting his hand behind his head, exposing himself to me completely.
The scent of him was intoxicating, musky and masculine, untouched by cologne or anything artificial—just raw, clean sweat mixed with the remnants of the lake water. I leaned in, rubbing my face against the thick hair there, inhaling deeply, taking it in fully before dragging my tongue from the bottom of his pit to the top. The coarse hairs tickled against my tongue, adding to the sensation, and I felt him tense just slightly before exhaling, his body loosening again beneath me.
I moved lower, my hands and mouth trailing down his smooth abs, licking and kissing every ridge as I went. His stomach flexed under my lips, his breath coming just a little quicker now, but he still wasn’t saying anything. Just watching me, letting me take my time.
When I reached his waist, I didn’t stop. I shifted to his upper thigh, kissing my way down, my tongue tracing the thick muscle, feeling the heat radiating from him.
My hands stayed on his thighs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into the firm muscle, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my palms. The tension in his body was electric—his breath steady, but just a little heavier now. My fingers drifted closer, my touch exploring, teasing, until they finally found their way to his dick.
With my palms still resting on his thighs, my thumbs slipped beneath his balls, pressing gently into his taint. The reaction was immediate. As I rubbed in slow, rhythmic strokes, his balls bobbed slightly, shifting with every motion, the soft weight of them moving naturally with my touch. My other fingers, still pressing against his lower abdomen, edged their way under his shaft, feeling the thickness of it resting stiffly against his stomach.
Blake tilted his head back, his lips parting as he let out a deep, unsteady breath. His body relaxed against the couch, but I could feel the tension coiled just beneath the surface—the way his cock twitched at the same time my thumbs rolled over his taint, the way his abs flexed slightly with every slow, deliberate stroke.
I took my time, letting myself take everything in. The way his smooth, heavy balls shifted under my touch, the slight tightening and release as I worked my thumbs against him. The faint, involuntary jerks of his cock, each twitch matching the rhythm of my movements. The way his breath hitched, just slightly, every time I applied the perfect amount of pressure.
Then, slowly, I cupped his balls fully in my right hand, feeling their weight settle against my palm. They were warm, smooth, and heavy, shifting slightly as I rolled them gently between my fingers and thumb. I squeezed just enough to feel the fullness of them, appreciating their heft before I leaned in closer, bringing them toward my face.
The scent of him hit me the moment I was close enough to breathe him in—a deep, masculine musk laced with the faint, lingering tang of sweat. It was rich and warm, the kind of scent that clung to his skin after a long day, like the air in a locker room but cleaner, fresher. I had caught faint traces of it before—at the gym, when we worked out together, when he’d stretch next to me, or when we’d spot each other during lifts. But now? Now, I was getting the full effect.
There was a faint saltiness from the dried lake water, but beneath that, it was all him—raw, unfiltered, undeniably male. It was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected, settling deep in my lungs as I took it in, making something in my stomach tighten.
I inhaled slowly, deliberately, savoring it as I pressed my nose right against his balls, letting their warmth spread across my face.
At the same time, my left hand slid upward, wrapping firmly around his shaft, my fingers molding perfectly to the thick, rigid length of him my grip just beneath the ridge of his cut head. I didn’t stroke him. I just held him as I took in the sent of his beautifully, round, smooth sack.
Blake let out another breath, this one shakier than the last. His hands still rested behind the back of the couch, completely open, completely exposed—letting me do whatever I wanted to him.
I pulled my face away from his balls, exhaling one last slow breath against them before looking back up at him. Blake was already watching me, his eyes heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with steady but deep breaths. Then, with that same teasing glint in his eye, he smirked and said, “Damn, why are you stopping?”
I huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking my head as I grinned up at him.
“Shut up,” I muttered, my hands gliding back to his thighs. I spread them apart a little more, pushing gently but firmly until his legs were fully open to me. His balls shifted with the movement, dropping just slightly, settling over his taint. His balls were still drawn up enough from his current level of arousal that I could almost see the smooth tight pink ring of his hole beneath them.
Blake let out a slow breath, his grin faltering just slightly as he relaxed deeper into the couch, fully giving himself over to me. His arms stayed draped over the back and behind his head, his body open, his cock resting thick and heavy against his stomach, twitching every so often. His scent still thick in my nose, and now that I had him exactly where I wanted him, there was absolutely no way I was going to stop anytime soon.
I reached down to my own cock, now throbbing between my thighs as I knelt in front of him. The head was slick, dripping steadily, and when I glanced down, I noticed a small pool of precum on the floor beneath me, a thick strand still connecting to the tip of my dick. I wrapped my fingers around myself and started stroking slowly, my grip firm but measured, letting the pleasure build.
At the same time, with my other hand, I pressed my palm against Blake’s balls, lifting them gently, pushing them up so I could see everything. His taint was still perfectly smooth from his last shave, his skin pink and flushed with heat, leading down to his still partly hidden, tight hole. The way he was sitting, his cheeks pressed slightly against the couch, pushing them together, keeping it just barely concealed—just enough to make my stomach tighten, the anticipation curling low in my gut.
I leaned forward, pressing my tongue flat against the base of his taint, the warmth of my mouth meeting the heat of his skin. I licked upward in a slow, deliberate stroke, dragging my tongue from the bottom of his taint all the way to his balls, feeling the way the skin tensed beneath me. As I did, I rubbed my chin against him, my stubble tickling lightly against the sensitive skin of his taint.
Blake shuddered. His body jerked slightly, his abs tightening as his breath hitched through his nose. His arms flexed against the back of the couch, but he still didn’t move, still let me have him exactly how I wanted.
I let my hand slip away, letting his balls drop back down naturally, settling over his taint again. Without hesitation, I reached for his cock, gripping him fully, my fingers molding around the thick shaft as I started stroking him with the same slow rhythm, I was using on myself. His cock pulsed in my hand, warm and solid, precum slicking my palm as I worked him with long, steady strokes.
Then I leaned in again, opened my mouth, and took both of his balls in at once, sucking them in slowly, letting them fill the space behind my lips. And let me tell you—they felt heavy. Warm, smooth, but full, shifting slightly as they settled against my tongue. I could feel the weight of them, the way they moved against each other as I sucked, the skin stretched just enough to make my mouth feel completely stuffed.
I hollowed my cheeks, pulling them in tighter, letting the heat build between my lips as my tongue rolled over them. And the taste—fuck—it was good. A little salty from the lake water, but underneath that, it was all him. Musky, clean sweat mixed with something deeper, something I knew would stick in my brain long after this moment was over.
I kept working them, sucking them deeper, pressing my lips firmly around them while I stroked his cock at the same time. Every little movement sent a new sensation through me—the way they shifted in my mouth, the way they rolled and dragged over my tongue, the way his breath hitched just slightly every time I pulled on them. I could’ve stayed there forever, just savoring the way he felt against me, the heat of him, the way he gave himself over completely.
Eventually, I let Blake’s balls slip from my mouth, feeling them drag wetly against my lips as they fell back into place, resting heavy against his taint again, now hanging even lower. I took a second just to breathe, to take in the way he looked right then.
I let go of my own dick, my fingers sliding away reluctantly from where I’d been stroking myself, and instead, I reached for him. My hands moved over him with intent, massaging his balls first, rolling them gently in my palm, feeling their weight shift between my fingers. He was still warm, still sensitive as I worked him over.
I moved my other hand up the length of his shaft, wrapping around him just beneath the ridge of his cut head. His skin was hot, smooth, pulsing against my grip, and as I stroked him slowly, spreading the precum already dripping from his tip, I could feel the way his breath deepened.
I repositioned myself, getting closer, adjusting the way I knelt between his legs, so I was lined up perfectly with him. My lips hovered just over the swollen head of his cock, the heat of him radiating against my mouth before I even made contact.
Then, without hesitation, I opened my mouth and took him in—all of him. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because he was small. Far from it. I just wanted him that badly. I let the full length of his shaft slide over my tongue in one slow, deep stroke, feeling every inch as he filled my mouth.
The swollen tip of his dick pressed firmly against the back of my throat, and I didn’t let up. I pushed further, swallowing around him, feeling the stretch as I worked past the first instinct to pull back. My eyes started watering, my throat tightening for just a second before I forced myself to relax, adjusting, taking him deeper, until my nose pressed against his pubes and my chin against his sack.
I held him there, breathing through my nose, feeling the heavy weight of him in my mouth, the way his cock twitched slightly against my tongue. My fingers dug into his thighs and around his sack, grounding myself in the heat of him.
Blake gave into me completely at this point, letting out another sharp breath, his head rolling over the back of the couch. His chest rose and fell harder now, each inhale deeper than the last, his legs spreading even wider as I kept going, tasting him, feeling him react under me.
It wasn’t long before I could tell Blake was close to losing control. His breaths came heavier, deeper, his chest rising and falling with each shaky exhale. His hips started moving, slow at first, then more deliberate, like he couldn’t help but thrust into my mouth. His thighs tensed under my hands, and I could feel the subtle flex of his muscles, his body winding up, the pressure building.
Then, suddenly, his hands were on me—firm, insistent. He gripped the sides of my face, his fingers pressing into my skin as he pulled me up, his cock slipping free from my lips with a slick pop. Before I could even react, his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard, desperate, his breath hot and uneven.
He pulled away just enough to whisper against my lips, his voice rough and full of need. “I want to be inside you.”
I let out a quiet chuckle, still catching my own breath. “Not yet,” I murmured, my voice teasing but firm.
Blake groaned, shaking his head with a grin, but before he could say anything, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the couch. He barely had time to react before I sat back, stretching out onto my back against the cushions, my legs spreading naturally as I looked up at him.
“Sit on my face,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding.
Blake’s smirk deepened. “Fuck,” he exhaled, more to himself than me. But he didn’t hesitate. He moved over me, straddling my head, his thighs warm against the sides of my face as he positioned himself just right.
His balls settled heavily over my face first, resting against my nose and lips, smooth and warm, carrying the same deep, musky scent I’d already memorized. I groaned against them, breathing him in, feeling the weight of him pressing into me. My hands slid up, gripping his ass firmly, fingers digging into the firm muscle as I spread him open.
Then, I pulled him down and dragged my tongue up from his taint, slow and deliberate, until I reached his hole. He shuddered, his hands gripping his own cock, stroking it slowly while his breath coming out in a slow exhale.
I worked him over with my tongue, circling his hole first, teasing him with slow, wet strokes, feeling the way he twitched under me. Then I pressed in deeper, tasting him, licking into him, savoring the way his body reacted with every flick of my tongue.
Blake’s thighs flexed around my head, his hips shifting instinctively as he started rolling into it, grinding down slightly against my face, chasing the feeling. His cock hovered just above me, throbbing, leaking on my forehead and into my hair as he breathed heavily, his moans deep.
I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was getting closer, his muscles tightening under my hands, his hips pressing down just a little harder every time my tongue pushed deeper.
When I finally pulled away, my face was slick, my breathing heavy, my cock aching. I wiped the back of my hand across my chin, catching the wetness, but I barely had time to think about it. My body was burning with need, every nerve lit up, and I wasn’t done—not even close.
Blake was still straddling me, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, his cock standing thick and flushed between us. His lips were parted slightly, his body completely open, completely wrecked, but his eyes were locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with hunger.
Without a word, I pushed him back, gripping his thighs, shifting us both as I sat upright and pushed him on his back. He let me take control, his legs spreading instinctively as I moved over him, positioning myself exactly where I wanted to be. My hands found his chest for balance, my fingers pressing into the firm muscle as I straddled his lap, the head of his cock already pressing hot against my hole.
His cock was standing thick and ready, flushed red, glistening with precum. I lined myself up as I spit into my hand and then rubbed it in and around my hole. Then I gripped the base of his shaft firmly, as I lowered myself onto him, feeling the stretch, the fullness as I took him in inch by inch. My mouth fell open, a deep groan slipping from my throat as I took him in, my body clenching around him, adjusting, making room for him.
END PART TWO