Sleeping With The Homie 2

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I pull my hand away from Gian's mouth. Gian continues to frown at me. While he is giving this look, he is letting out shaky breaths. Without him having to say anything, I can see how hard he is fighting to resist temptation.

Ultimately, temptation wins. Gian slowly sinks to his knees, bare skin touching the floor. He pulls my shorts, along with my compression pants, down mid-thigh. My erect dick springs up. Gian's mouth opens to let out a longing moan, as if he hasn't seen it before.

"This what you been wanting, right?" I whisper.

Gian nods before opening his mouth. Before he can get the tip inside, I fist his locs, pulling him away. "I asked you a question, didn't I?" I remind him.

"Yes, Zach, fuck..." He cries out with exasperation. At the same time, he looks up with a pleading puppy look in his eyes.

"Good boy." I praise with a smile before guiding my dick into his awaiting mouth.

When I first enter, Gian is eager to eat me up. However, I tighten my hold on his hair to stop him from moving. "Nuh uh," I tell him, "Just keep that throat open."

He whines, but complies nonetheless. I slowly thrust all in the way until Gian gags. Then, I pull back until just the tip is inside. I repeat this a couple more times to hear the sound of Gian gagging on my dick. What I like even more is the look he gives me while he does it.

"Fuck, you like that? You like sitting there, looking pretty, and letting me use that mouth of yours?" I ask him.

"Mhmm..." Gian moans.

To show how much he likes it, he proceeds to apply his tongue to the underside of my dick. He lightly strokes the veins lying there, making me groan.

"I know you do, you fucking slut." I curse before speeding up my thrusts.

At the same time, I'm pulling Gian's head forward to meet me there. Each time, I'm rewarded with the sound of gagging. Despite this, Gian still licks along my dick greedily. He hollows his cheeks, which makes his mouth feel that much tighter.

"Shit...you finna make me nut already." I admit.

Gian makes a pleading noise in response.

As tempting as nutting inside Gian's mouth is, I come up with a better idea. I pull his head away, letting my dick slip out. Gian whines and attempts to chase it. I shake my head. "Get up." I instruct.

Gian shakily rises to his feet. I waste no time cupping his clothed erection. Gian shudders and steps back until his back hits the door. He lets out low moans as I stroke him through his shorts.

"Slut. MY slut." I emphasize by pulling both his shorts and boxers down. Once his dick is out, I collect the precum from the tip and I smear it down his length before continuing, "It doesn't matter what I do, this dick won't get hard for nobody else, but me."

Gian nods along to my words. "Y-Yes, Zach. It's all yours." He admits.

"Good boy." I smirk, swiping my thumb over his head. More precum slips out. "You're leaking so much, baby."

"Baby"....I'm slipping up.

"Fuck, Zach, please...just do something," He whisper-shouts, "Y-You're driving me crazy!"

"What do you need?" I ask.

"I need to cum." He answers breathlessly, "I need you to make me cum."

"Oh trust me, I will." I promise.

Grabbing him by the waist, I make him turn to change his position. He is now facing the door. Gian gives me confused eyes while I pull his waist away from the door. Spitting in my hand now, I go back to stroke Gian's erect dick.