Straight Roommate: Crossing the Line
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Stop teasing usssI just know Parts 6 and 7 are going to make you guys cum so hard.
- M_11,
You take so long to post new parts that I have to read it all over again.I just know Parts 6 and 7 are going to make you guys cum so hard.
I'm not complaining
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I've read it twice in a row and twice I've enjoyed. Double reading double
.You're an erotic masterpiece writer. I'm looking forward to find the next chapter.
Posting Part 6 in 5 hours
Will you be ready? 
Will you be ready? Honestly, a great writing style. Most readible and highest quality among the stories published.Posting Part 6 in 5 hours
Part 6
Emilio's laughter was infectious, and soon, I found myself chuckling along with him, the tension of our intense encounter melting away. As we caught our breath, he rose from the bed, shaking his head.
He stretched, his muscles flexing under the dim light of the room, and walked toward the door. “I’m gonna wash up,” he announced casually, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “I'll be right back.”
I nodded, watching him disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on filled the air, and for a moment, I stood there, debating. My mind was still reeling from everything that had just transpired between us. A few minutes passed, and I felt the urge to join him.
Before I could second-guess myself, I found my feet moving toward the bathroom. The steam from the shower greeted me as I stepped inside, the air warm and inviting. Emilio turned slightly, water cascading over his toned body, and raised an eyebrow when he saw me. There was no anger or surprise in his expression—just a knowing smirk that made my stomach flip.
“Couldn’t resist, huh?” he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge.
“Something like that,” I replied, stepping closer. The water hit my skin, hot and soothing, and I let out a small sigh of relief. “Figured I could use a shower too.”
Emilio chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for the soap. “Alright, but don’t make this weird,” he joked, though the playful glint in his eyes suggested he didn’t mind my presence.
I watched as he lathered the soap in his hands, his movements slow and deliberate. When he handed it to me, I took it and began to wash the front of my body, the suds sliding over my skin. The warmth of the water and the faint scent of soap created a comforting cocoon around us, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
After I had finished, I hesitated for a moment before holding the soap out to him. “Can you… uh, get my back?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.
Emilio raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “You really can’t handle that yourself?”
“Just do it,” I muttered, rolling my eyes but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at my lips.
He stepped closer, taking the soap from my hand. “Turn around,” he instructed, his tone light but firm. I did as he said, feeling the heat of the water mix with the warmth of his presence behind me.
The first touch of his hands on my back sent a shiver down my spine. His movements were firm yet gentle, the soap lathering under his palms as he worked his way across my shoulders and down my back. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding.
As Emilio rinsed off the soap, I felt the warmth of his body and his flaccid cock brushing up shady my ass. Our laughter echoing in the steamy bathroom. “I’m done,” he said, trying to hand back the soap, his voice light.
I reached back, my hand brushing against his, and gently guided his palm to press against my ass cheek. "Oh, can you clean this too since you already have the soap?" I asked innocently, trying to play it off as a casual request rather than the bold move it was.
He giggled, shaking his head. “Really, Justin? I told you to not make this weird.”
I laughed, shrugging playfully. “What am I doing? I just need a hand, bro.”
With a naughty grin, he replied, “Yeah, whatever. You know what you’re doing.”
He took a deep breath and began to wash my back, his hands moving with a steady, deliberate rhythm over my skin. I felt him gradually working his way lower, the warm water and soap creating a slick path under his touch.
Emilio’s hands lingered with intention, spreading the lather as he firmly massaged my ass cheeks. His movements were confident yet tender, each stroke sending shivers through me. I bit my lip, struggling to suppress a soft gasp when his thumbs brushed over my most sensitive spot.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and husky. "Thought you were just needing a 'hand', huh?"
I chuckled, feeling my face heat up. "Shut up," I muttered, but there was no real bite to my words. "Just be careful right there; it's still pretty sensitive." I found myself leaning back against him, seeking more of his touch.
Emilio’s hands didn’t falter, his touch growing bolder as his fingers slid lower, exploring me with deliberate care. Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside of me. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and I let out a small cry, my body instinctively tensing as I reached behind me to grab his wrist.
“Shut up,” Emilio demanded, his voice firm and commanding yet laced with a teasing edge. His free hand pressed gently against my lower back, urging me to relax. “You’re fine,” he added softly, his tone shifting, a mix of reassurance and control.
I exhaled shakily, my grip on his wrist loosening as I tried to steady myself. My heart was racing, every nerve in my body alive under his touch. “You're crazy,” I muttered, though my words carried no conviction.
“And you love it,” he shot back, his lips brushing against the back of my neck, his fingers curled inside me, probing and stroking in a way that made my knees weak. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper, my body responding eagerly to his touch.
"You're so tight," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin as he nuzzled the back of my neck. "You like me touching you like this."
His words ignited a fire within me, leaving me breathless as I found myself arching subtly into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating friction. "Don't get too comfortable," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come here."
He twirled me around effortlessly, his hand finding its way to my throat with a firm yet careful grip. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and he leaned in close, his breath warm against my lips. “You better stop playing with me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver through my body. The tension between us crackled like static, and as his hold loosened, I seized the moment.
I leaned in, my lips grazing his neck as I began to kiss and nibble, my teeth teasing his skin just enough to leave him wanting more. His scent, intoxicating and familiar, sent my head spinning as I let my lips trail slowly upward.
Pulling back slightly just to meet his gaze, I smirked, my voice dripping with mischievous defiance. “You should really stop playing with me,” I teased back, my hand sliding to his throat, mirroring his move. My fingers pressed just enough to make him pause, his smirk deepening as his eyes flickered with amusement—and something darker.
As his hold on me softened further, I leaned in again, letting my lips brush his neck, this time adding the faintest flick of my tongue. His breath hitched, and I could feel the way his body tensed slightly under my touch. He tilted his head ever so slightly, granting me more access, his smirk never fading.
“Careful,” he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and challenge, though I could feel the pressure in him building with every touch. “You know your sensitive hole couldn't handle a round two.”
I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my smirk widening. “Maybe you couldn’t handle it,” I shot back, my voice steady, challenging, though the fire in his eyes told me I was only stoking the flames.
His hand moved with purpose, rough but controlled, grabbing my jaw and tilting my head up as his lips claimed mine. The water poured over us, hot and relentless, but it couldn’t compete with the heat sparking between us. His kiss was demanding, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he bit down, just enough to make me gasp. He pulled back for a second, his eyes dark and hungry, before his tongue plunged into my mouth, sinking deep, exploring me with a ferocity that made my knees weak.
I melted into him, my body pressed against his as the steam curled around us. His chest was firm beneath my hands, slick with water, his muscles flexing as he pulled me closer. My fingers slid down, finding both of our cocks pressed together, hard and slick from the water. I wrapped my hand around them, stroking slowly at first, then firmer, the sensation of his cock against mine sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
He groaned into my mouth, his hips jerking slightly as I worked us both, the friction between us maddening. His lips left mine, trailing down to my jaw, then to my neck, where he bit down just enough to leave a mark. His breath was hot against my skin, his hands gripping my waist so tightly I could feel his fingertips digging in.
But just as quickly as he’d given in, he pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes blazing with something wild. He reached for the shower handle, shutting off the water in one swift motion. Without a word, he stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist. Water dripped from his body, tracing lines down his chest and abs, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he walked toward the hallway, his cock still hard beneath the towel.
I wasn’t about to let him leave me like that.
I followed him, catching up just as he reached the hallway. My hand shot out, grabbing his cock through the towel, feeling it twitch against my palm. He froze, turning his head slightly to glance back at me, a smirk already forming on his lips.
“Don’t you play with me, Emilio,” I said, my voice low and dripping with warning, my grip tightening around him.
He turned fully, leaning into my touch, his smirk widening as his eyes roamed over me. “You ain’t ready,” he teased, his voice rough and full of challenge, but there was a glint in his eyes that told me he was enjoying every second of it.
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a sly smile. “Oh, I’m ready,” I shot back, yanking the towel away and grabbing him fully, my fingers wrapping around his thick cock. He hissed softly, his smirk faltering for just a second as I pulled him toward my room by dick, not giving him a chance to resist.
When we reached the bed, I shoved him backward, and he fell onto it with a soft thud, propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes raked over me, his smirk returning as he let out a low, teasing laugh. “You better stop trying to manhandle me,” he said, his tone playful, but the way his cock throbbed told me he wasn’t as in control as he wanted to be.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my thighs bracketing his hips as I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “Or what?” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping me tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as I rocked my hips against him, feeling his cock press against me.
He groaned softly, his head tipping back as I kissed along his jawline, my lips trailing down to his neck, where I bit him just hard enough to make him gasp. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me tighter against him as he bucked his hips, the friction between us unbearable and perfect all at once.
“You know that ass hole sensitive; you better stop,” he murmured, his voice rough and strained, but the way his hands roamed my body told me he didn’t want me to stop, and I wasn't going to. I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my lips curling into a wicked smile.
The atmosphere was thick with tension as I approached, my warm breath brushing against his flushed skin. My fingers traced delicate patterns across his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath my touch. I circled his hardened nipple with my thumb, watching as it pebbled further under my ministrations.
Unable to resist, I captured the nipple between my lips, suckling gently. Emilio let out a soft moan, his body tensing in response to the stimulation. I lavished attention on the sensitive nub, alternating between soft licks and playful nips.
As I lavished attention on his nipple, he clutched my waist with a firm grip, his breathing becoming heavier. I could feel his erection pressing insistently against my ass, responding eagerly to my teasing caresses as if it had a mind of its own.
Guiding my tongue downward, I traced a tantalizing path along Emilio’s toned stomach, each movement deliberate and teasing. I planted a trail of kisses along the way, each one a promise of the pleasures to come, leaving a heated anticipation in their wake.
Reaching his groin, I zeroed in on his heavy balls, engulfing them in my mouth. I sucked and licked the sensitive sacs, relishing the natural clean skin flavor and texture. Emilio's moans grew louder, his hips bucking involuntarily as I worshipped his genitals. I released his balls with a soft, wet pop, meeting his gaze with a sultry gaze. "You taste pretty good," I purred, my voice thick with desire. Emilio chuckled, looking at me with a grin. "Damn, I can tell," he replied.
I giggled and continued my sensual assault, my tongue trailing up the underside of his shaft, outlining the prominent vein. When I reached the tip, I didn't disappoint. I flicked my tongue rapidly over the sensitive head, lapping up the bead of precum that had formed. Swirling my tongue around the crown, I savored the unique taste of his essence. I peppered the tip with soft kisses, teasing him mercilessly.
His moans grew more desperate, his hands fisting in the sheets as he fought the urge to thrust into my mouth. "Please, bro, just suck it," he begged, his voice strained with need. "I want to feel that hot mouth wrapped around my cock."
Caught in the promise reflected in his eyes, I began to worship his feet, determined to drive him wild with anticipation. I started with his left foot, bringing it to my mouth. I placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his arch, working my way up to his toes. I suckled each digit individually, my tongue swirling around them as I demonstrated the oral skills I planned to employ on his aching cock.
Emilio writhed above me, his moans growing more frantic with each passing second. "Justin, you better stop teasing me," he begged, his voice cracking with need. "Please stop and come swallow this dick." A playful smile curved my lips as I mirrored my actions on his right foot. I massaged his sole with my tongue, mapping every contour and crevice.
Returning to his balls, I bestowed them the attention they deserved, my tongue working diligently to please him. Gently lifting his legs, I exposed his taint, and with a blend of curiosity and hunger, I allowed my wet tongue to explore the sensitive area. His reaction was immediate—a sharp flinch softened by a chuckle. “Hey, wait a minute now!” he exclaimed, a mix of surprise and delight coloring his voice.
Locking eyes with him, a mischievous glint sparkled within mine. I couldn’t resist pushing boundaries further. “You never had your ass ate before?” I teased, my voice a sultry whisper. His response was playful yet defiant. “Hell nah, bro. That area is off-limits,” he laughed, though the mischievous spark in his eyes hinted at a hidden desire.
Undeterred, I leaned in closer, my intentions unmistakably clear. Ignoring his laughter, I gently pressed my lips against his taint, the sensation sending waves of electricity through both of us. He let out a frustrated yet eager holler, “Fuck, bro!” as he bit his knuckle, attempting to manage the overwhelming sensations. His toes curled, and he gripped the bed sheets tightly, the room echoing with his exclamations, “God damn, Justin!”
Emboldened by his reactions, I decided to push the limits further. With a boldness born from desire, I captured his puckered anus with my lips, applying gentle suction. Emilio's body stiffened, his muscles locking up as a mixture of shock and pleasure coursed through him.
A low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest. His hands flew to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he held me in place. "Holy shit, Justin," he breathed, his voice thick with awe and need. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I responded by increasing the pressure, my tongue darting out to tease the rim of his entrance. Emilio's hips jerked, his cock throbbing in response to the intimate act. "Shit, sh-shit, Justin," he stammered, his words cut short by a choked gasp as I delved my tongue past his tight ring of muscle. The velvety heat of his inner passage enveloped me, and I couldn't help but groan at the exquisite sensation.
Emilio's fingers tightened in my hair, his body trembling as I explored him with my mouth. I could sense his excitement and hear the rapid cadence of his breaths. His cock twitched and leaked large amounts of precum, the evidence of his arousal trickling down his length.
"Mmmph," I hummed around his ass, the vibrations sending shivers through him. I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing against his sensitive skin as I spoke, "You like that, Emilio? You like having your dirty little hole eaten out?"
His response was immediate, a hearty chuckle that filled the room. "Bro, just shut up and eat that ass," he said, his voice tinged with amusement and desire. I grinned against his skin, the corners of my mouth curling upward. "As you wish," I mumbled, returning to my task with renewed enthusiasm.
Diving back in, I attacked his prostate with fervor, my tongue circling and probing the sensitive bundle of nerves, seeking to unravel the web of pleasure that lay within. As I worked, I let go of his leg and reached to wrap my hand around his thick cock, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. The combination of eating his ass and manual manipulation proved to be too much for Emilio to handle.
His moans grew louder, more desperate, as his hips bucked instinctively against my face. Pre-cum dribbled freely from the tip of his cock, coating my fist as I pumped him in time with my tongue's deep, penetrating thrusts.
"You like that shit, don't you?" I purred, my voice muffled by his ass. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," Emilio gasped, his fingers digging into my scalp as he held me in place. "Holy shit, Justin. Yes! Eat my fucking ass."
My tongue continued its journey a little while longer, then leaving his puckered hole and traversing the sensitive skin of his taint. Looping around his heavy balls, I gave them a gentle squeeze before focusing on the small, delicate slit at the tip of his cock.
His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine as he watched with fascination. I flicked my tongue against his urethra, the tiny opening that controlled the flow of urine. He let out a surprised whimper, his body tensing in anticipation.
Without warning, I engulfed his cock in my mouth, swallowing him whole. Emilio's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open in a silent gasp as he felt the warmth of my throat enveloping his length. I bobbed my head slowly, savoring the taste and texture of his hard, pulsing flesh.
The way Emilio groaned was music to my ears, his pleasure a symphony that spurred me on, each note urging me to take him further. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice thick with need, his hips jerking reflexively as I increased the pace. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight, wet seal around his thick cock, the pressure making him shudder beneath my touch.
I took him deeper, swallowing around his length as it hit the back of my throat, the stretch and fullness sending a thrill through me. His hands flew to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, not rough but firm, holding me in place as though he couldn’t bear to let me pull away. He was lost in the sensation, and I was lost in him.
"Shit, Justin," he groaned, his voice breaking on my name, the sound raw and desperate. His hips began to move, his body taking over as he pumped in time with the bob of my head. Each thrust was slow but deliberate, his cock sliding over my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating. "Your mouth feels so fucking good," he rasped, his words tumbling out in a litany of filthy curses and praise. "Suck that dick, bro. Swallow every inch of it."
…. Posting Part 7 in 48 hours
Emilio's laughter was infectious, and soon, I found myself chuckling along with him, the tension of our intense encounter melting away. As we caught our breath, he rose from the bed, shaking his head.
He stretched, his muscles flexing under the dim light of the room, and walked toward the door. “I’m gonna wash up,” he announced casually, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “I'll be right back.”
I nodded, watching him disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on filled the air, and for a moment, I stood there, debating. My mind was still reeling from everything that had just transpired between us. A few minutes passed, and I felt the urge to join him.
Before I could second-guess myself, I found my feet moving toward the bathroom. The steam from the shower greeted me as I stepped inside, the air warm and inviting. Emilio turned slightly, water cascading over his toned body, and raised an eyebrow when he saw me. There was no anger or surprise in his expression—just a knowing smirk that made my stomach flip.
“Couldn’t resist, huh?” he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge.
“Something like that,” I replied, stepping closer. The water hit my skin, hot and soothing, and I let out a small sigh of relief. “Figured I could use a shower too.”
Emilio chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for the soap. “Alright, but don’t make this weird,” he joked, though the playful glint in his eyes suggested he didn’t mind my presence.
I watched as he lathered the soap in his hands, his movements slow and deliberate. When he handed it to me, I took it and began to wash the front of my body, the suds sliding over my skin. The warmth of the water and the faint scent of soap created a comforting cocoon around us, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
After I had finished, I hesitated for a moment before holding the soap out to him. “Can you… uh, get my back?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.
Emilio raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “You really can’t handle that yourself?”
“Just do it,” I muttered, rolling my eyes but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at my lips.
He stepped closer, taking the soap from my hand. “Turn around,” he instructed, his tone light but firm. I did as he said, feeling the heat of the water mix with the warmth of his presence behind me.
The first touch of his hands on my back sent a shiver down my spine. His movements were firm yet gentle, the soap lathering under his palms as he worked his way across my shoulders and down my back. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding.
As Emilio rinsed off the soap, I felt the warmth of his body and his flaccid cock brushing up shady my ass. Our laughter echoing in the steamy bathroom. “I’m done,” he said, trying to hand back the soap, his voice light.
I reached back, my hand brushing against his, and gently guided his palm to press against my ass cheek. "Oh, can you clean this too since you already have the soap?" I asked innocently, trying to play it off as a casual request rather than the bold move it was.
He giggled, shaking his head. “Really, Justin? I told you to not make this weird.”
I laughed, shrugging playfully. “What am I doing? I just need a hand, bro.”
With a naughty grin, he replied, “Yeah, whatever. You know what you’re doing.”
He took a deep breath and began to wash my back, his hands moving with a steady, deliberate rhythm over my skin. I felt him gradually working his way lower, the warm water and soap creating a slick path under his touch.
Emilio’s hands lingered with intention, spreading the lather as he firmly massaged my ass cheeks. His movements were confident yet tender, each stroke sending shivers through me. I bit my lip, struggling to suppress a soft gasp when his thumbs brushed over my most sensitive spot.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and husky. "Thought you were just needing a 'hand', huh?"
I chuckled, feeling my face heat up. "Shut up," I muttered, but there was no real bite to my words. "Just be careful right there; it's still pretty sensitive." I found myself leaning back against him, seeking more of his touch.
Emilio’s hands didn’t falter, his touch growing bolder as his fingers slid lower, exploring me with deliberate care. Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside of me. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and I let out a small cry, my body instinctively tensing as I reached behind me to grab his wrist.
“Shut up,” Emilio demanded, his voice firm and commanding yet laced with a teasing edge. His free hand pressed gently against my lower back, urging me to relax. “You’re fine,” he added softly, his tone shifting, a mix of reassurance and control.
I exhaled shakily, my grip on his wrist loosening as I tried to steady myself. My heart was racing, every nerve in my body alive under his touch. “You're crazy,” I muttered, though my words carried no conviction.
“And you love it,” he shot back, his lips brushing against the back of my neck, his fingers curled inside me, probing and stroking in a way that made my knees weak. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper, my body responding eagerly to his touch.
"You're so tight," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin as he nuzzled the back of my neck. "You like me touching you like this."
His words ignited a fire within me, leaving me breathless as I found myself arching subtly into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating friction. "Don't get too comfortable," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come here."
He twirled me around effortlessly, his hand finding its way to my throat with a firm yet careful grip. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and he leaned in close, his breath warm against my lips. “You better stop playing with me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver through my body. The tension between us crackled like static, and as his hold loosened, I seized the moment.
I leaned in, my lips grazing his neck as I began to kiss and nibble, my teeth teasing his skin just enough to leave him wanting more. His scent, intoxicating and familiar, sent my head spinning as I let my lips trail slowly upward.
Pulling back slightly just to meet his gaze, I smirked, my voice dripping with mischievous defiance. “You should really stop playing with me,” I teased back, my hand sliding to his throat, mirroring his move. My fingers pressed just enough to make him pause, his smirk deepening as his eyes flickered with amusement—and something darker.
As his hold on me softened further, I leaned in again, letting my lips brush his neck, this time adding the faintest flick of my tongue. His breath hitched, and I could feel the way his body tensed slightly under my touch. He tilted his head ever so slightly, granting me more access, his smirk never fading.
“Careful,” he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and challenge, though I could feel the pressure in him building with every touch. “You know your sensitive hole couldn't handle a round two.”
I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my smirk widening. “Maybe you couldn’t handle it,” I shot back, my voice steady, challenging, though the fire in his eyes told me I was only stoking the flames.
His hand moved with purpose, rough but controlled, grabbing my jaw and tilting my head up as his lips claimed mine. The water poured over us, hot and relentless, but it couldn’t compete with the heat sparking between us. His kiss was demanding, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he bit down, just enough to make me gasp. He pulled back for a second, his eyes dark and hungry, before his tongue plunged into my mouth, sinking deep, exploring me with a ferocity that made my knees weak.
I melted into him, my body pressed against his as the steam curled around us. His chest was firm beneath my hands, slick with water, his muscles flexing as he pulled me closer. My fingers slid down, finding both of our cocks pressed together, hard and slick from the water. I wrapped my hand around them, stroking slowly at first, then firmer, the sensation of his cock against mine sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
He groaned into my mouth, his hips jerking slightly as I worked us both, the friction between us maddening. His lips left mine, trailing down to my jaw, then to my neck, where he bit down just enough to leave a mark. His breath was hot against my skin, his hands gripping my waist so tightly I could feel his fingertips digging in.
But just as quickly as he’d given in, he pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes blazing with something wild. He reached for the shower handle, shutting off the water in one swift motion. Without a word, he stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist. Water dripped from his body, tracing lines down his chest and abs, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he walked toward the hallway, his cock still hard beneath the towel.
I wasn’t about to let him leave me like that.
I followed him, catching up just as he reached the hallway. My hand shot out, grabbing his cock through the towel, feeling it twitch against my palm. He froze, turning his head slightly to glance back at me, a smirk already forming on his lips.
“Don’t you play with me, Emilio,” I said, my voice low and dripping with warning, my grip tightening around him.
He turned fully, leaning into my touch, his smirk widening as his eyes roamed over me. “You ain’t ready,” he teased, his voice rough and full of challenge, but there was a glint in his eyes that told me he was enjoying every second of it.
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a sly smile. “Oh, I’m ready,” I shot back, yanking the towel away and grabbing him fully, my fingers wrapping around his thick cock. He hissed softly, his smirk faltering for just a second as I pulled him toward my room by dick, not giving him a chance to resist.
When we reached the bed, I shoved him backward, and he fell onto it with a soft thud, propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes raked over me, his smirk returning as he let out a low, teasing laugh. “You better stop trying to manhandle me,” he said, his tone playful, but the way his cock throbbed told me he wasn’t as in control as he wanted to be.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my thighs bracketing his hips as I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “Or what?” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping me tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as I rocked my hips against him, feeling his cock press against me.
He groaned softly, his head tipping back as I kissed along his jawline, my lips trailing down to his neck, where I bit him just hard enough to make him gasp. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me tighter against him as he bucked his hips, the friction between us unbearable and perfect all at once.
“You know that ass hole sensitive; you better stop,” he murmured, his voice rough and strained, but the way his hands roamed my body told me he didn’t want me to stop, and I wasn't going to. I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my lips curling into a wicked smile.
The atmosphere was thick with tension as I approached, my warm breath brushing against his flushed skin. My fingers traced delicate patterns across his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath my touch. I circled his hardened nipple with my thumb, watching as it pebbled further under my ministrations.
Unable to resist, I captured the nipple between my lips, suckling gently. Emilio let out a soft moan, his body tensing in response to the stimulation. I lavished attention on the sensitive nub, alternating between soft licks and playful nips.
As I lavished attention on his nipple, he clutched my waist with a firm grip, his breathing becoming heavier. I could feel his erection pressing insistently against my ass, responding eagerly to my teasing caresses as if it had a mind of its own.
Guiding my tongue downward, I traced a tantalizing path along Emilio’s toned stomach, each movement deliberate and teasing. I planted a trail of kisses along the way, each one a promise of the pleasures to come, leaving a heated anticipation in their wake.
Reaching his groin, I zeroed in on his heavy balls, engulfing them in my mouth. I sucked and licked the sensitive sacs, relishing the natural clean skin flavor and texture. Emilio's moans grew louder, his hips bucking involuntarily as I worshipped his genitals. I released his balls with a soft, wet pop, meeting his gaze with a sultry gaze. "You taste pretty good," I purred, my voice thick with desire. Emilio chuckled, looking at me with a grin. "Damn, I can tell," he replied.
I giggled and continued my sensual assault, my tongue trailing up the underside of his shaft, outlining the prominent vein. When I reached the tip, I didn't disappoint. I flicked my tongue rapidly over the sensitive head, lapping up the bead of precum that had formed. Swirling my tongue around the crown, I savored the unique taste of his essence. I peppered the tip with soft kisses, teasing him mercilessly.
His moans grew more desperate, his hands fisting in the sheets as he fought the urge to thrust into my mouth. "Please, bro, just suck it," he begged, his voice strained with need. "I want to feel that hot mouth wrapped around my cock."
Caught in the promise reflected in his eyes, I began to worship his feet, determined to drive him wild with anticipation. I started with his left foot, bringing it to my mouth. I placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his arch, working my way up to his toes. I suckled each digit individually, my tongue swirling around them as I demonstrated the oral skills I planned to employ on his aching cock.
Emilio writhed above me, his moans growing more frantic with each passing second. "Justin, you better stop teasing me," he begged, his voice cracking with need. "Please stop and come swallow this dick." A playful smile curved my lips as I mirrored my actions on his right foot. I massaged his sole with my tongue, mapping every contour and crevice.
Returning to his balls, I bestowed them the attention they deserved, my tongue working diligently to please him. Gently lifting his legs, I exposed his taint, and with a blend of curiosity and hunger, I allowed my wet tongue to explore the sensitive area. His reaction was immediate—a sharp flinch softened by a chuckle. “Hey, wait a minute now!” he exclaimed, a mix of surprise and delight coloring his voice.
Locking eyes with him, a mischievous glint sparkled within mine. I couldn’t resist pushing boundaries further. “You never had your ass ate before?” I teased, my voice a sultry whisper. His response was playful yet defiant. “Hell nah, bro. That area is off-limits,” he laughed, though the mischievous spark in his eyes hinted at a hidden desire.
Undeterred, I leaned in closer, my intentions unmistakably clear. Ignoring his laughter, I gently pressed my lips against his taint, the sensation sending waves of electricity through both of us. He let out a frustrated yet eager holler, “Fuck, bro!” as he bit his knuckle, attempting to manage the overwhelming sensations. His toes curled, and he gripped the bed sheets tightly, the room echoing with his exclamations, “God damn, Justin!”
Emboldened by his reactions, I decided to push the limits further. With a boldness born from desire, I captured his puckered anus with my lips, applying gentle suction. Emilio's body stiffened, his muscles locking up as a mixture of shock and pleasure coursed through him.
A low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest. His hands flew to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he held me in place. "Holy shit, Justin," he breathed, his voice thick with awe and need. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I responded by increasing the pressure, my tongue darting out to tease the rim of his entrance. Emilio's hips jerked, his cock throbbing in response to the intimate act. "Shit, sh-shit, Justin," he stammered, his words cut short by a choked gasp as I delved my tongue past his tight ring of muscle. The velvety heat of his inner passage enveloped me, and I couldn't help but groan at the exquisite sensation.
Emilio's fingers tightened in my hair, his body trembling as I explored him with my mouth. I could sense his excitement and hear the rapid cadence of his breaths. His cock twitched and leaked large amounts of precum, the evidence of his arousal trickling down his length.
"Mmmph," I hummed around his ass, the vibrations sending shivers through him. I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing against his sensitive skin as I spoke, "You like that, Emilio? You like having your dirty little hole eaten out?"
His response was immediate, a hearty chuckle that filled the room. "Bro, just shut up and eat that ass," he said, his voice tinged with amusement and desire. I grinned against his skin, the corners of my mouth curling upward. "As you wish," I mumbled, returning to my task with renewed enthusiasm.
Diving back in, I attacked his prostate with fervor, my tongue circling and probing the sensitive bundle of nerves, seeking to unravel the web of pleasure that lay within. As I worked, I let go of his leg and reached to wrap my hand around his thick cock, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. The combination of eating his ass and manual manipulation proved to be too much for Emilio to handle.
His moans grew louder, more desperate, as his hips bucked instinctively against my face. Pre-cum dribbled freely from the tip of his cock, coating my fist as I pumped him in time with my tongue's deep, penetrating thrusts.
"You like that shit, don't you?" I purred, my voice muffled by his ass. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," Emilio gasped, his fingers digging into my scalp as he held me in place. "Holy shit, Justin. Yes! Eat my fucking ass."
My tongue continued its journey a little while longer, then leaving his puckered hole and traversing the sensitive skin of his taint. Looping around his heavy balls, I gave them a gentle squeeze before focusing on the small, delicate slit at the tip of his cock.
His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine as he watched with fascination. I flicked my tongue against his urethra, the tiny opening that controlled the flow of urine. He let out a surprised whimper, his body tensing in anticipation.
Without warning, I engulfed his cock in my mouth, swallowing him whole. Emilio's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open in a silent gasp as he felt the warmth of my throat enveloping his length. I bobbed my head slowly, savoring the taste and texture of his hard, pulsing flesh.
The way Emilio groaned was music to my ears, his pleasure a symphony that spurred me on, each note urging me to take him further. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice thick with need, his hips jerking reflexively as I increased the pace. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight, wet seal around his thick cock, the pressure making him shudder beneath my touch.
I took him deeper, swallowing around his length as it hit the back of my throat, the stretch and fullness sending a thrill through me. His hands flew to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, not rough but firm, holding me in place as though he couldn’t bear to let me pull away. He was lost in the sensation, and I was lost in him.
"Shit, Justin," he groaned, his voice breaking on my name, the sound raw and desperate. His hips began to move, his body taking over as he pumped in time with the bob of my head. Each thrust was slow but deliberate, his cock sliding over my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating. "Your mouth feels so fucking good," he rasped, his words tumbling out in a litany of filthy curses and praise. "Suck that dick, bro. Swallow every inch of it."
…. Posting Part 7 in 48 hours
Round 2? 
My dick is leaking precum as I'm finishing up Part 7
My dick is leaking precum as I'm finishing up Part 7
Do you type with one hand and work your cock with the other?My dick is leaking precum as I'm finishing up Part 7
Again a lustful and delicate piece. I expected them to have sex in the shower, but you kept the tension boiling and introduced a delicate part of Emilio. So you stimulate our mind about new thoughts and desires.
That's the high quality For which I even praised you before sharing this piece of the story
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Hot story, beautifully written. Please keep it coming (or cumming), @MastiffNutz
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Finally!Part 6
Emilio's laughter was infectious, and soon, I found myself chuckling along with him, the tension of our intense encounter melting away. As we caught our breath, he rose from the bed, shaking his head.
He stretched, his muscles flexing under the dim light of the room, and walked toward the door. “I’m gonna wash up,” he announced casually, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “I'll be right back.”
I nodded, watching him disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on filled the air, and for a moment, I stood there, debating. My mind was still reeling from everything that had just transpired between us. A few minutes passed, and I felt the urge to join him.
Before I could second-guess myself, I found my feet moving toward the bathroom. The steam from the shower greeted me as I stepped inside, the air warm and inviting. Emilio turned slightly, water cascading over his toned body, and raised an eyebrow when he saw me. There was no anger or surprise in his expression—just a knowing smirk that made my stomach flip.
“Couldn’t resist, huh?” he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge.
“Something like that,” I replied, stepping closer. The water hit my skin, hot and soothing, and I let out a small sigh of relief. “Figured I could use a shower too.”
Emilio chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for the soap. “Alright, but don’t make this weird,” he joked, though the playful glint in his eyes suggested he didn’t mind my presence.
I watched as he lathered the soap in his hands, his movements slow and deliberate. When he handed it to me, I took it and began to wash the front of my body, the suds sliding over my skin. The warmth of the water and the faint scent of soap created a comforting cocoon around us, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
After I had finished, I hesitated for a moment before holding the soap out to him. “Can you… uh, get my back?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.
Emilio raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “You really can’t handle that yourself?”
“Just do it,” I muttered, rolling my eyes but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at my lips.
He stepped closer, taking the soap from my hand. “Turn around,” he instructed, his tone light but firm. I did as he said, feeling the heat of the water mix with the warmth of his presence behind me.
The first touch of his hands on my back sent a shiver down my spine. His movements were firm yet gentle, the soap lathering under his palms as he worked his way across my shoulders and down my back. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding.
As Emilio rinsed off the soap, I felt the warmth of his body and his flaccid cock brushing up shady my ass. Our laughter echoing in the steamy bathroom. “I’m done,” he said, trying to hand back the soap, his voice light.
I reached back, my hand brushing against his, and gently guided his palm to press against my ass cheek. "Oh, can you clean this too since you already have the soap?" I asked innocently, trying to play it off as a casual request rather than the bold move it was.
He giggled, shaking his head. “Really, Justin? I told you to not make this weird.”
I laughed, shrugging playfully. “What am I doing? I just need a hand, bro.”
With a naughty grin, he replied, “Yeah, whatever. You know what you’re doing.”
He took a deep breath and began to wash my back, his hands moving with a steady, deliberate rhythm over my skin. I felt him gradually working his way lower, the warm water and soap creating a slick path under his touch.
Emilio’s hands lingered with intention, spreading the lather as he firmly massaged my ass cheeks. His movements were confident yet tender, each stroke sending shivers through me. I bit my lip, struggling to suppress a soft gasp when his thumbs brushed over my most sensitive spot.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and husky. "Thought you were just needing a 'hand', huh?"
I chuckled, feeling my face heat up. "Shut up," I muttered, but there was no real bite to my words. "Just be careful right there; it's still pretty sensitive." I found myself leaning back against him, seeking more of his touch.
Emilio’s hands didn’t falter, his touch growing bolder as his fingers slid lower, exploring me with deliberate care. Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside of me. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and I let out a small cry, my body instinctively tensing as I reached behind me to grab his wrist.
“Shut up,” Emilio demanded, his voice firm and commanding yet laced with a teasing edge. His free hand pressed gently against my lower back, urging me to relax. “You’re fine,” he added softly, his tone shifting, a mix of reassurance and control.
I exhaled shakily, my grip on his wrist loosening as I tried to steady myself. My heart was racing, every nerve in my body alive under his touch. “You're crazy,” I muttered, though my words carried no conviction.
“And you love it,” he shot back, his lips brushing against the back of my neck, his fingers curled inside me, probing and stroking in a way that made my knees weak. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper, my body responding eagerly to his touch.
"You're so tight," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin as he nuzzled the back of my neck. "You like me touching you like this."
His words ignited a fire within me, leaving me breathless as I found myself arching subtly into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating friction. "Don't get too comfortable," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come here."
He twirled me around effortlessly, his hand finding its way to my throat with a firm yet careful grip. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and he leaned in close, his breath warm against my lips. “You better stop playing with me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver through my body. The tension between us crackled like static, and as his hold loosened, I seized the moment.
I leaned in, my lips grazing his neck as I began to kiss and nibble, my teeth teasing his skin just enough to leave him wanting more. His scent, intoxicating and familiar, sent my head spinning as I let my lips trail slowly upward.
Pulling back slightly just to meet his gaze, I smirked, my voice dripping with mischievous defiance. “You should really stop playing with me,” I teased back, my hand sliding to his throat, mirroring his move. My fingers pressed just enough to make him pause, his smirk deepening as his eyes flickered with amusement—and something darker.
As his hold on me softened further, I leaned in again, letting my lips brush his neck, this time adding the faintest flick of my tongue. His breath hitched, and I could feel the way his body tensed slightly under my touch. He tilted his head ever so slightly, granting me more access, his smirk never fading.
“Careful,” he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and challenge, though I could feel the pressure in him building with every touch. “You know your sensitive hole couldn't handle a round two.”
I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my smirk widening. “Maybe you couldn’t handle it,” I shot back, my voice steady, challenging, though the fire in his eyes told me I was only stoking the flames.
His hand moved with purpose, rough but controlled, grabbing my jaw and tilting my head up as his lips claimed mine. The water poured over us, hot and relentless, but it couldn’t compete with the heat sparking between us. His kiss was demanding, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he bit down, just enough to make me gasp. He pulled back for a second, his eyes dark and hungry, before his tongue plunged into my mouth, sinking deep, exploring me with a ferocity that made my knees weak.
I melted into him, my body pressed against his as the steam curled around us. His chest was firm beneath my hands, slick with water, his muscles flexing as he pulled me closer. My fingers slid down, finding both of our cocks pressed together, hard and slick from the water. I wrapped my hand around them, stroking slowly at first, then firmer, the sensation of his cock against mine sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
He groaned into my mouth, his hips jerking slightly as I worked us both, the friction between us maddening. His lips left mine, trailing down to my jaw, then to my neck, where he bit down just enough to leave a mark. His breath was hot against my skin, his hands gripping my waist so tightly I could feel his fingertips digging in.
But just as quickly as he’d given in, he pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes blazing with something wild. He reached for the shower handle, shutting off the water in one swift motion. Without a word, he stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist. Water dripped from his body, tracing lines down his chest and abs, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he walked toward the hallway, his cock still hard beneath the towel.
I wasn’t about to let him leave me like that.
I followed him, catching up just as he reached the hallway. My hand shot out, grabbing his cock through the towel, feeling it twitch against my palm. He froze, turning his head slightly to glance back at me, a smirk already forming on his lips.
“Don’t you play with me, Emilio,” I said, my voice low and dripping with warning, my grip tightening around him.
He turned fully, leaning into my touch, his smirk widening as his eyes roamed over me. “You ain’t ready,” he teased, his voice rough and full of challenge, but there was a glint in his eyes that told me he was enjoying every second of it.
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a sly smile. “Oh, I’m ready,” I shot back, yanking the towel away and grabbing him fully, my fingers wrapping around his thick cock. He hissed softly, his smirk faltering for just a second as I pulled him toward my room by dick, not giving him a chance to resist.
When we reached the bed, I shoved him backward, and he fell onto it with a soft thud, propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes raked over me, his smirk returning as he let out a low, teasing laugh. “You better stop trying to manhandle me,” he said, his tone playful, but the way his cock throbbed told me he wasn’t as in control as he wanted to be.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my thighs bracketing his hips as I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “Or what?” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping me tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as I rocked my hips against him, feeling his cock press against me.
He groaned softly, his head tipping back as I kissed along his jawline, my lips trailing down to his neck, where I bit him just hard enough to make him gasp. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me tighter against him as he bucked his hips, the friction between us unbearable and perfect all at once.
“You know that ass hole sensitive; you better stop,” he murmured, his voice rough and strained, but the way his hands roamed my body told me he didn’t want me to stop, and I wasn't going to. I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my lips curling into a wicked smile.
The atmosphere was thick with tension as I approached, my warm breath brushing against his flushed skin. My fingers traced delicate patterns across his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath my touch. I circled his hardened nipple with my thumb, watching as it pebbled further under my ministrations.
Unable to resist, I captured the nipple between my lips, suckling gently. Emilio let out a soft moan, his body tensing in response to the stimulation. I lavished attention on the sensitive nub, alternating between soft licks and playful nips.
As I lavished attention on his nipple, he clutched my waist with a firm grip, his breathing becoming heavier. I could feel his erection pressing insistently against my ass, responding eagerly to my teasing caresses as if it had a mind of its own.
Guiding my tongue downward, I traced a tantalizing path along Emilio’s toned stomach, each movement deliberate and teasing. I planted a trail of kisses along the way, each one a promise of the pleasures to come, leaving a heated anticipation in their wake.
Reaching his groin, I zeroed in on his heavy balls, engulfing them in my mouth. I sucked and licked the sensitive sacs, relishing the natural clean skin flavor and texture. Emilio's moans grew louder, his hips bucking involuntarily as I worshipped his genitals. I released his balls with a soft, wet pop, meeting his gaze with a sultry gaze. "You taste pretty good," I purred, my voice thick with desire. Emilio chuckled, looking at me with a grin. "Damn, I can tell," he replied.
I giggled and continued my sensual assault, my tongue trailing up the underside of his shaft, outlining the prominent vein. When I reached the tip, I didn't disappoint. I flicked my tongue rapidly over the sensitive head, lapping up the bead of precum that had formed. Swirling my tongue around the crown, I savored the unique taste of his essence. I peppered the tip with soft kisses, teasing him mercilessly.
His moans grew more desperate, his hands fisting in the sheets as he fought the urge to thrust into my mouth. "Please, bro, just suck it," he begged, his voice strained with need. "I want to feel that hot mouth wrapped around my cock."
Caught in the promise reflected in his eyes, I began to worship his feet, determined to drive him wild with anticipation. I started with his left foot, bringing it to my mouth. I placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his arch, working my way up to his toes. I suckled each digit individually, my tongue swirling around them as I demonstrated the oral skills I planned to employ on his aching cock.
Emilio writhed above me, his moans growing more frantic with each passing second. "Justin, you better stop teasing me," he begged, his voice cracking with need. "Please stop and come swallow this dick." A playful smile curved my lips as I mirrored my actions on his right foot. I massaged his sole with my tongue, mapping every contour and crevice.
Returning to his balls, I bestowed them the attention they deserved, my tongue working diligently to please him. Gently lifting his legs, I exposed his taint, and with a blend of curiosity and hunger, I allowed my wet tongue to explore the sensitive area. His reaction was immediate—a sharp flinch softened by a chuckle. “Hey, wait a minute now!” he exclaimed, a mix of surprise and delight coloring his voice.
Locking eyes with him, a mischievous glint sparkled within mine. I couldn’t resist pushing boundaries further. “You never had your ass ate before?” I teased, my voice a sultry whisper. His response was playful yet defiant. “Hell nah, bro. That area is off-limits,” he laughed, though the mischievous spark in his eyes hinted at a hidden desire.
Undeterred, I leaned in closer, my intentions unmistakably clear. Ignoring his laughter, I gently pressed my lips against his taint, the sensation sending waves of electricity through both of us. He let out a frustrated yet eager holler, “Fuck, bro!” as he bit his knuckle, attempting to manage the overwhelming sensations. His toes curled, and he gripped the bed sheets tightly, the room echoing with his exclamations, “God damn, Justin!”
Emboldened by his reactions, I decided to push the limits further. With a boldness born from desire, I captured his puckered anus with my lips, applying gentle suction. Emilio's body stiffened, his muscles locking up as a mixture of shock and pleasure coursed through him.
A low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest. His hands flew to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he held me in place. "Holy shit, Justin," he breathed, his voice thick with awe and need. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I responded by increasing the pressure, my tongue darting out to tease the rim of his entrance. Emilio's hips jerked, his cock throbbing in response to the intimate act. "Shit, sh-shit, Justin," he stammered, his words cut short by a choked gasp as I delved my tongue past his tight ring of muscle. The velvety heat of his inner passage enveloped me, and I couldn't help but groan at the exquisite sensation.
Emilio's fingers tightened in my hair, his body trembling as I explored him with my mouth. I could sense his excitement and hear the rapid cadence of his breaths. His cock twitched and leaked large amounts of precum, the evidence of his arousal trickling down his length.
"Mmmph," I hummed around his ass, the vibrations sending shivers through him. I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing against his sensitive skin as I spoke, "You like that, Emilio? You like having your dirty little hole eaten out?"
His response was immediate, a hearty chuckle that filled the room. "Bro, just shut up and eat that ass," he said, his voice tinged with amusement and desire. I grinned against his skin, the corners of my mouth curling upward. "As you wish," I mumbled, returning to my task with renewed enthusiasm.
Diving back in, I attacked his prostate with fervor, my tongue circling and probing the sensitive bundle of nerves, seeking to unravel the web of pleasure that lay within. As I worked, I let go of his leg and reached to wrap my hand around his thick cock, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. The combination of eating his ass and manual manipulation proved to be too much for Emilio to handle.
His moans grew louder, more desperate, as his hips bucked instinctively against my face. Pre-cum dribbled freely from the tip of his cock, coating my fist as I pumped him in time with my tongue's deep, penetrating thrusts.
"You like that shit, don't you?" I purred, my voice muffled by his ass. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," Emilio gasped, his fingers digging into my scalp as he held me in place. "Holy shit, Justin. Yes! Eat my fucking ass."
My tongue continued its journey a little while longer, then leaving his puckered hole and traversing the sensitive skin of his taint. Looping around his heavy balls, I gave them a gentle squeeze before focusing on the small, delicate slit at the tip of his cock.
His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine as he watched with fascination. I flicked my tongue against his urethra, the tiny opening that controlled the flow of urine. He let out a surprised whimper, his body tensing in anticipation.
Without warning, I engulfed his cock in my mouth, swallowing him whole. Emilio's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open in a silent gasp as he felt the warmth of my throat enveloping his length. I bobbed my head slowly, savoring the taste and texture of his hard, pulsing flesh.
The way Emilio groaned was music to my ears, his pleasure a symphony that spurred me on, each note urging me to take him further. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice thick with need, his hips jerking reflexively as I increased the pace. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight, wet seal around his thick cock, the pressure making him shudder beneath my touch.
I took him deeper, swallowing around his length as it hit the back of my throat, the stretch and fullness sending a thrill through me. His hands flew to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, not rough but firm, holding me in place as though he couldn’t bear to let me pull away. He was lost in the sensation, and I was lost in him.
"Shit, Justin," he groaned, his voice breaking on my name, the sound raw and desperate. His hips began to move, his body taking over as he pumped in time with the bob of my head. Each thrust was slow but deliberate, his cock sliding over my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating. "Your mouth feels so fucking good," he rasped, his words tumbling out in a litany of filthy curses and praise. "Suck that dick, bro. Swallow every inch of it."
…. Posting Part 7 in 48 hours
Round 2?
My dick is leaking precum as I'm finishing up Part 7
I'd love to be there to help lol
