Benjey Smuts

Comforter

Benji

We were currently lounging in my bed room with Jorge in my lap facing me. Talking about anything and everything. The room is semi dark with only the sunset showing dimly through the windows. No one else is in the hotel room and everyone left to give us some privacy on my account.

With the comforter only on his back spreading and taking up most of the bed, Jorge has his hand around my neck and he plays with the loose strands as I hum at each tug. A quick peck was shared before we pulled away and I stare at him all blank faced and nonchalant before I pull his neck with my free hands to clasp our lips together.

It's as if nothing changes, the kisses we share still hold a power over my body seeming with each teasing lick I don't want to pull away.

Fuck oxygen.

Jorge's pink hair brushes messily as evening breeze summer through the small spaces made by the windows. I could feel his teeth gnawing at my bottom lip as he angers to use his tongue to glide trot around my mouth. I smile when I feel him begging to get frustrated before I opened my lips letting him take control of the kiss for some time.

No words were spoken between us when I feel his long stubby fingers run through the bristles of my hair and pulling to etch gasps from my lips to which he swallows with pride.

My hands messily butting of his pants before pulling it and the zip down to give me more exposure. Jorge rocked back and forth in my lap making me slowly twitch until I was boldly pitching a suffocating tent in my basketball shorts.

He rises his small, plump ass so I could pull his pants down easily . It doesn't come off easily seeing as our position forces us to break away but that doesn't stop me as my lips found his prominent collarbones as my hands force his pants off.

Jorge moaned when I bit a certain spot and I smirk into his neck. My hands have a mind of their own as I unconsciously rub my hands on Jorge's slowly over his milky skin. He arches his back when my fingers come intact with his pink nipples which were prodding like a heartbeat when my fingers brushed over it amateurish.

I pinch his nipples harshly and before he could moan out loudly I quickly seal our lips causing Jorge to whimper at the sudden intrusion.

He pulls off my lips and I look at him in confusion until I see him push his legs off me and slip beneath the comforter. I allow him to slip away because I knew what was about to happen was far more erotic than a measly make out session.

In a split second I could feel the swift pull of my basket ball shorts and my underwear and I am left naked except for my tshirt and that quickly flies to the other side of the room.

I could feel his hand pumping my cock and it's diffrent from his usual handjob so I quickly lift the comforter a little to look at him only to see him basking in sweat.

I didn't mean to laugh but I did, "Come on baby, this isn't like you, what's wrong?" I ask while I still chuckle.

I regret it immensely when I see him look at me sadly, "I'm sorry it's just that am not feeling well and," I cut him off quickly feeling horrible for laughing.

"I'm sorry for laughing baby, come up here so you don't have to do the work." I say with sympathy.

Jorge looks at my hard cock before shaking his head, "No."

"If you say so." I whisper.

The hand I use to peek at Jorge is slapped away and immediately I can feel the steady pumping up Jorge's hand and my back is pressed against the headboard humming in pleasure until I felt something.