President Of Bl0w Jobs (Deuce solo)

President Of Blow Jobs

Deuce sighed as he looked at his texts with J-Dog, muttering a few curses under his breath. He’d long since come to terms with not being in J-Dog’s band anymore, but he hadn’t gotten used to J-Dog being away from him for such long periods of time during tours.

He was insanely horny, and if his boyfriend was home, then J-Dog would one hundred percent be what Deuce was doing. He didn’t have the luxury of J-Dog right now though, and so he was resorting to a trick he’d taught himself a few years back.

While it had definitely been a while since Deuce had pleasured himself this way, it was far from his first time doing it. He pulled up some of his favorite spicier pics of J-Dog while he got undressed, his cock only getting harder as he scrolled through them.

J-Dog wearing a collar and a leash, on his hands and knees. J-Dog with Deuce kneeling over him, Deuce's hand clamped around his throat. J-Dog with his head thrown back, crying out Deuce's name while he masturbated.

Deuce shuddered, jerking himself a little and putting his phone aside. He laid back on his bed, taking a couple minutes to stretch, before spitting on to his palm and stroking himself just a bit more.

He took a few deep breaths, then turned so that his legs were vertical against the headboard. He propped up his head and shoulders with pillows, then reached out and grabbed the backs of his thighs. Slowly, he pulled his legs towards his chest until he’d nearly folded himself in half, his knees close to brushing his shoulders.

He tightened his grip on his thighs, then lifted his head upward, groaning as the tip of his dick touched his lips. Though it hurt a bit, he tugged his legs closer to himself and leaned forward a bit more, successfully pushing the head of his cock into his mouth.

He moaned around his own shaft, keeping his grip tight as he began to suck and bob his head. While he moved, he let his thoughts wander back to J-Dog, imagining that J-Dog was the one blowing him, or that J-Dog’s cock was in his mouth, or maybe even that J-Dog was watching him suck himself like this.

“Jorel …” He mumbled around himself, speeding up his small thrusts and working his mouth faster. He could taste his own precum on his tongue, and knew it would only take a few more minutes of this for him to finish.

He kept his mind on his boyfriend, specifically the last time they’d fucked before J-Dog had to leave for tour. He'd had J-Dog's wrists and ankles tied to the bed, and he'd lost count of how many times he made J-Dog come.

Deuce pushed himself just a little more, sucking faster, pulling his legs even closer to himself. He came hard, eyes rolling back as he filled his own mouth with his release.

He let go of his legs, sprawling across his bed and breathing heavily. He passed out, exhausted from his efforts and his orgasm, peacefully dreaming about having his boyfriend back in his arms.