He rolls me onto my back and sits up on my chest, straddling me, planting his mouth hard on mine, sucking every drop of his cum from my tongue. His dick is semi-hard already and feels hot against my stomach, his ass hovering over my pelvis, taunting my leaking dick, so close, but not touching. It’s making me crazy, insane, desperate for his hole, his mouth, for anything.

Our lips pull apart with a smack as he lifts up a little, and my head falls back to the pillow, the shock of his mouth torn from mine too much—I didn’t realize I’d been following his lips till now, pulling up with him as he moved away.

He gives me this lopsided smile and crawls down my chest, his dick bumping up against mine on the way down, making me jump and ache for him. Then his face is in my crotch but he doesn’t touch me, just smells my dick, humming through his nose, breathing out on me.

Jesus, I watch him, the anticipation killing me and I resist the urge to grip handfuls of his hair and push him down onto my dick. He opens his mouth, his eyes on mine and starts lowering himself, ready to grab up my cock in his lips and I arch my back up into him, ready for him, waiting for it… just… oh… God…

But he stops. My mouth drops open and I can hardly breathe, my heart hammering in my chest, the tease almost too intense now… he grins at me and sits up, climbing slowly from between my legs and turning around, giving me a view of that perfect ass and sliding his knees to either side of my chest, backing up into my face.

I pull the pillow behind my head and put my palms on his ass to guide him to my lips, bringing him closer, seeing his hole twitching, slick and red, still swollen from our earlier fuck. God I love rimming him, and despite his tease, I can’t resist this, can’t resist tasting this part of him too.

His ass is right in my face and he slides his feet under my pillow to lift me higher, to bring me closer to him… I kiss him softly, then again... kiss his hole like it was his mouth, rubbing my lips across the tight pucker, opening and closing my mouth over his asshole, sucking as I close my lips, flattening my tongue and licking him as I open them again.

He moans and whispers my name, his fingers gripping my thighs, kneading me, pressing his thumbs into my muscles.

I waste no time responding, just take him again, mouthing him, making him wetter and taking the taste of him inside my mouth. Latex and lube and Christ, that boy taste I fell in love with the first time I touched my tongue to his hole.

He slides his palms under my thighs and pulls my knees towards my chest, pushing open my legs and I know what’s coming next, but still I have to wait… wait for that touch, that first lick… I’m near desperate, his ass in my face, his smell on my skin, taste on my tongue. I can feel my heart throbbing in my cock, and the torture is near exquisite.

I expect a lick, a breath, a brush against his face, but, ah fuck! He captures me all at once, unexpectedly, forcibly… his lips tightly running the length of my cock, his nose nuzzling in my balls and my head drops back to the pillow, my eyes close. I rub my thumbs quickly across his hole, dancing in the slickness of my spit covering him. I focus on my cock, loving how it feels so different at this angle, how the underside slides along the ridges in the roof of his mouth, how the pressure and sensations are wholly different and yet... the same...

Fuck, I know I’ll be cumming in mere minutes and pull his ass back to my face, kissing him again, licking him softly, then starting a steady rhythm with my tongue that I match to his. We rock back and forth in unison, our bodies moving together and rolling towards the same climax... he doesn’t stop... he doesn’t tease anymore... and I feel his hole squeezing tight and opening against my tongue as he jacks himself off to completion, rapid irregular strokes, his cock bouncing against my chest, wetter with every touch, hotter, slicker... he cries out around my cock, sending shivers through me, and I hold my mouth and face to his ass crack, rubbing my tongue against his spasming hole and not stopping till I can’t breathe anymore, till he’s done and sated and his cum is sliding down my chest and across my sides and fuck, he takes my dick deep into his throat, burying his nose in my balls, then sucking the head and fisting the base of my cock till it’s too much and I shoot deep inside him, groaning into his crack, pushing my tongue into his hole as I cum, wanting to taste him as I lose everything completely down his throat.

Intense, too much, overwhelmed… he doesn’t release my dick for moments, and I keep my face buried in his ass, breathing, feeling him twitch around me, his softening dick relaxing against my chest.

He moves slowly, easing up off my cock, and I let my head fall back down to the pillow, my lips and mouth covered with spit and sweat and his smell. He climbs up off me, rolling onto his back, sighing deeply, his breath catching in his throat.

“Jesus Brian,” he says, panting softly. “You’re so… fucking amazing at that.” He pulls lightly at his pubic hair, stroking his fingers across his lower belly.

I smile and twist around on the bed so I’m lying the same way as he. His cum is drying on my chest, and feels cool in the air, but I don’t make any motion to clean it off. I like it there, feeling him there, and I press my chest against his side, smearing some of it on him as well.

“You’re not so bad at that either,” I grin at him, and kiss the side of his face. He turns towards me and kisses me deeply, our tastes mingling together in our mouths, earthy and sweet and like sex. I roll on top of him and settle between his legs, our dicks pressed between our bodies as we keep kissing, mouths stuck together endlessly. He wraps his ankles around the backs of my thighs and holds me to him, his hands up in my hair, down my back, running all over me.

His lips pull a fraction away from mine. “One more time?” he asks, and I feel the smile against my mouth.

“Of course,” I smile back and don’t ever stop kissing him again.