Apathetic Boy

25. [m]

Benedict

This chapter contains heavy amounts of mature content.

"Alright, get on with it." He smirks.

That sentence alone was enough for me to lose whatever grasp I had on self control. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to regain composure.

"Benedict, don't you dare come." Angel says suddenly. I snap my eyes back open to see his face expressionless.

"Now let's go. I don't want to repeat myself." He yawns, crossing his arms over his chest.

I shuffled my way closer towards him.

"I want you to lay down on your stomach. It's easier to move your head and also stimulates your friend down there until it deserves my attention." He says, pointing towards my profusely leaking dick. I nod and lay myself down between his legs.

And he was so right, the light pressure of the soft duvet under me was more than enough attention for now. I nearly moaned as I lightly ground my hips against the bed.

"I said to stimulate, not to fuck it. Beau," He inhales deeply. Getting slightly annoyed.

"S-sorry, Sir. It just felt re-really good." I say, trying my best not to grind into the duvet again.

"It's alright, Beau. I just really want to feel your mouth on me. That's all." His tone changed from cold to warm and filled with emotion, as he raised his hand to my face. Caressing my cheek slightly.

I then feel a wave of insecurity rushing over me, what if I don't do it right? What if I am not good enough? Will he be upset? I think he read my mind as he slowly began to smile.

"Beau, it's going to be okay. I'll be happy with whatever you give me. I'm thankful for you for even being in bed with me." He says, craddling my face with both of his hands. With him saying that to me, I felt my face flush red and my heart beat faster.

"O-okay. I'm ready." I say, getting up on my elbows.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable. It was actually wrong of me to not ask if you were okay with all this." He says, his words laced with so much concern.

"I'm sure." I reassure him. He nods in response and removes his hands from my face.

I lift my trembling hands to touch him. I grasp his dick lightly, earning a low groan. I move my hand in a smooth and slow pace. My index finger graze over the barbell on his tip, I was truly fascinated with it. I run my thumb over the ring on the bottom.

I don't think I completely registered that I am, in fact, touching Angel's dick.

I continue with slowly pulling at his cock keeping one hand at the base and the other hand stroking him, which is starting to leak on my hand.

"No more hands," He says putting both of my hands around his waist. "Use your mouth. Or I'll fuck your mouth instead." He says, resting his hands on my shoulders.

Please don't talk to me like that, I can get off with just your words.

I feel like I'm high. Am I hallucinating? I think I'm in a dream. Hell, if this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

I look down at Angel's pink, pierced, leaking, and oh-so pretty dick. I didn't think any more after that as I wrap my mouth on the tip. I lapped my tongue around the barbell, flicking it lightly.

"Oh, yes.." He breathed, laying his head back against the bed frame.

I slowly inch down his length, taking him fully into my mouth. I felt his piercing on the bottom of his shaft drag on my tongue, and that sent sparks down to my already hard dick.