I prided myself on my self-control... it was how I operated through life, being able to resist temptation and not fall victim to the deadliest of sins; lust. But when it came to Waylon Wilson... man, there was something about the way the fireplace seemed to illuminate his body, giving it a faint golden glow. For lack of better words, Waylon was sexy as fuck.... his slim fit body, his shoulder length hair, his ass.... man his ass...... I was a patient man, I wanted to wait just a little bit longer before I snatched his soul but something happened earlier that made me move up my plans... Nah, it wasn't the not so subtle threats from Bell, or the way that Waylon feasted on my dick, or even the conversation I overheard in the athletic building between one of his line brothers and another dude.... Nah, the moment happened when Waylon expressed his fears about me possibly losing my job over our relationship... the fear in his voice, the way he cared about my wellbeing.... that shyt touched my soul and showed me that he REALLY loved me. It was in that moment that I decided I couldn't wait any longer... I took a step closer to Waylon, slowly ran my finger down the side of his face until he took my finger in his mouth and started suckin it gently.... the way his eyes stayed locked onto mine, the sensual way in which he sucked my finger... fingers.... I pulled my fingers from his mouth and replaced them with my lips... Waylon's lips were so damn soft.... so perfect..... his kisses were so sweet and for a second... just a single second I felt guilty about what I was about to do to his lil ass... Waylon had no idea of the hell I was about to put him through.... I thought back to all the nuts he busted without my permission; six by my count and I intended on making him repay me for every single one.... Waylon was in for a LONG night.... and for his sake I just hope he was able to keep up, because I've been waiting too long for this moment................
"Sssss....." Waylon hissed as I sucked on his neck while letting my fingers rub against his hole. "Ayy shyt.... fuck...." He moaned as I dipped one, two, three fingers inside his hole. "Quest you've been teasing me for months... just put that shyt in me." He begged. My hand closed around his throat and I began to squeeze his throat gently.
"Nah... I'm good...." I said looking into his eyes. "You'll get this dick when I'm ready for you to get it and not a second before... Now shut the fuck up and let me taste you...." I said pushing him onto the couch and flipping him onto his stomach in one fluid motion.
One thing about me is that I've never been one of those selfish ass tops... when I'm presented with a meal, I always cleaned my plate and Waylon deserved the full treatment. I started with his hole, allowing my tongue to roll across his tongue in a slow, sensual way... I wanted to learn his triggers, I wanted to relish in the taste, I wanted to become addicted to the scent... Waylon's hole smell and tasted like that damn whiskey and vanilla body wash he always used... that shyt drove me crazy every time I smelled it and now that I was finally getting to taste his hole.... I spread his hole and allowed my tongue to dive in repeatedly, I rolled my tongue around as Waylon slowly threw his ass back against my tongue. Waylon's moans only increased when I replaced my tongue with my thumb, gently applying pressure and moved my lips to his balls and began suckin on them....
Once Waylon was good and comfortable as I moved from back and forth from his hole to his balls, I flipped the script. I flipped him onto his back and began suckin his dick, Waylon's hands went to the top of my head and then quickly moved away....I stopped suckin, leaving only the head of his dick in my mouth as our eyes met... It wasn't a long conversation, silent, but my message was clear... 'Enjoy yourself'. Waylon nodded and placed his hand back on my head and controlled the pace in which I sucked his dick.... For me this was all research, I wanted to learn what he liked.... Waylon was a deep throat kinda guy, he didn't like the head to fast or sloppy, he preferred slow sensual head...... His body twisted and turned on the couch as my fingers returned to his hole, fingering him while I sucked his dick slowly.... and while I enjoyed his body twitchin' it was his moans that were really getting to me... Waylon's normally smooth baritone had been replaced by a low falsetto and there was a lil whimper to his voice that was.....
