In the back of the dark taxi, the city lights blurred past the windows like streaks of neon, the driver oblivious or uncaring as he navigated the quiet streets. Jake's hand had found its way to Tom's lap almost immediately, groping at the thick bulge straining against Tom's jeans, fingers tracing the outline with desperate hunger. Tom groaned softly, his own hand slipping down the back of Jake's trousers, a thick digit circling the slick, sensitive entrance he'd teased earlier. Jake chewed on his bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, stifling the whimpers that threatened to escape as Tom's finger pressed just enough to promise more, the cab's hum barely masking their heavy breaths.
They tumbled out at the house, paying the driver with fumbling hands before stumbling inside. Jake, emboldened by the alcohol and the ache between his legs, leaned in to kiss Tom right there in the dimly lit hallway. But Tom held him off with a firm hand on his chest, eyes darting up the stairs.
"We don't know if anyone's home," Tom whispered, voice rough with restraint. He called out a casual "Anyone in?" into the silence. No response just the faint tick of a clock from the kitchen. Tom's grin turned predatory. "Get your tight ass in my bed now. I'm going to fucking devour that pussy."
Jake's heart slammed in his chest. He bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush, the anticipation making his legs wobble. He burst into Tom's room posters of rugby legends on the walls, a double bed dominating the space, scattered clothes and protein shakes giving it that lived-in student vibe and waited, breath coming in short gasps.
Tom followed moments later, kicking the door shut and twisting the lock with a click that echoed like a promise. He closed the distance in one stride, crashing his mouth onto Jake's hard, demanding, tongues battling as hands clutched at shirts and hair. When they broke apart, Tom shoved Jake back gently and sprawled onto the bed, still fully clothed, one hand lazily rubbing his bulge.
"Be a good boy for daddy and strip," Tom commanded, voice low and filthy, eyes dark with lust.
Jake was drunk, horny, and floating on a wave of confidence he rarely felt. He started slow, swaying his hips in what he hoped was a sexy strip tease peeling off his shirt to reveal his toned chest, running his hands down his own body, desperate to look appealing, to make Tom happy. He wanted to be perfect for this god of a man.
Tom watched, sprawled like a king, pawing at his crotch as butterflies fluttered unexpectedly in his stomach. Fuck, this boy did something to him something real, beyond just the heat. The way Jake tried so hard, those shy glances mixed with bold moves… it twisted him up inside.
When Jake finally shimmied out of his trousers, revealing not the red briefs but a matching Calvin Klein red jockstrap the straps framing his pert ass like a gift Tom lost it. He lunged forward on the bed, grabbing Jake by the waist and yanking him on top, big hands immediately pawing at those smooth cheeks.
"Fuck, baby boy, you're killing me in this jock," Tom growled, squeezing hard. "Your ass… I fucking love it." They made out fiercely, Tom on his back, hands roaming everywhere Jake's back, his thighs, pulling him closer until their bodies ground together in a heated tangle.
Then Tom took control, as always. "Let me at that ass, baby." He pushed Jake upright, straddling his chest. "Sit on my face. I want you to smother me with your boy cunt."
Jake's breath hitched, but he obeyed, crawling up Tom's body until he hovered over that handsome face. Tom's head was propped on a pillow, eyes locked hungrily on Jake's tight, shaved ass as it hovered just inches above his mouth. Jake teased him for a second, wiggling his hips, before sinking down fully, planting his pert cheeks right over Tom's eager lips. The big man's hot breath fanned across Jake's sensitive skin, making his hole twitch in anticipation.
Tom didn't hold back. His wide, rough tongue darted out immediately, pressing flat against Jake's crack and dragging upward in a slow, deliberate lick. The wet slurping sound filled the room as he lapped at the smooth skin, tasting the faint saltiness of sweat mixed with Jake's natural musk. "Mmm, fuck, you taste so good," Tom growled, his voice muffled against the flesh, vibrations buzzing straight through Jake's core. He circled the rim next, his puckered lips sealing around the pink, twitching hole, sucking gently at first like he was kissing it deeply. Spit dripped from his mouth, warm and slick, trailing down Jake's taint, dripping into the jockstrap's pouch and pooling onto his balls, making everything glisten.
Jake moaned loudly, a high-pitched whimper escaping his lips as he started grinding down harder, rocking his hips in slow circles. "Oh god, Tom, eat me out," he begged, his hands reaching back to spread his cheeks wider, exposing more of that tight ring for Tom's assault. Tom's tongue pushed in deeper now, thrusting past the resistance with a wet pop, the sound echoing obscenely in the quiet room. He tongue-fucked Jake relentlessly, in and out, his mustache scraping roughly against the sensitive skin with every plunge. Dripping spit slicks everything up Tom's face and mustache were soaked, strings of saliva connecting his lips to Jake's hole whenever he pulled back for a breath, only to dive right back in.
The wet smacks and slurps grew louder as Tom devoured him, his lips puckering and unpuckering around the rim, alternating between broad laps and pointed probes. He sucked harder, drawing out more of that sweet, musky flavor that drove him wild, like he was pussy-drunk on the taste alone. Jake's cock throbbed untouched in his jockstrap, pre-cum leaking steadily. "Deeper, fuck, yeah," Jake gasped, grinding down with more force, smothering Tom's face completely. Tom's hands gripped Jake's slim hips bruisingly tight, guiding the rhythm, yanking him down until his nose was buried in the crack, inhaling deeply while his tongue swirled inside.
Jake's moans turned into desperate cries, his body trembling as the pleasure built. The room was a symphony of filth wet sucking noises, the squelch of tongue against slick hole, heavy pants from Tom muffled by ass, and Jake's endless stream of whimpers and pleas. Tom's completely lost in it, addicted to the clench of that sweet hole around his tongue, the way it fluttered and tightened with every thrust. He groaned into Jake, the deep rumble sending shocks up the smaller guy's spine, making him grind even wilder, chasing that edge where everything blurred into raw, overwhelming ecstasy. Spit dripped everywhere now, soaking the sheets below, as Tom kept eating him out like a man starved, determined to make Jake come undone just from this filthy, intimate feast.
By the end, Tom was holding Jake up Jake's legs had turned to jelly, his hole pulsing and puckering wildly, dripping with spit. Tom's face and mustache were utterly soaked, his eyes glazed over, completely pussy-drunk. "I fucking love how you taste," Tom rasped, voice wrecked. "I want to die with my tongue in your perfect little pussy, baby boy. You're so good to daddy, letting me eat you like this. Fuck yes."
Jake slid off him shakily, knees weak, but he wasn't done. He moved to strip Tom slowly now unbuttoning his shirt to reveal that golden-tanned, muscled chest, kissing every inch exposed. Then the jeans, tugging them down to find Tom had gone commando all night. His monster cock sprang free, slapping heavily against his abs with a wet smack, the thick shaft veined and leaking profusely from the arousal of devouring Jake's ass.
Jake stared, mesmerized, then leaned forward. Tom grabbed his cock at the base and slapped it across Jake's face once, twice the heavy weight leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on his cheek.
"You want this, baby?" Tom teased, voice dark and commanding.
"Yes, daddy," Jake whimpered, eyes fixed on the throbbing length. "Please let me have it. Let me taste you."
"Beg for it," Tom ordered, stroking himself lazily. "Beg for my fucking god cock."
Jake begged like his life depended on it, words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "Please, daddy, I need your god cock so bad. Let me suck it please, I'll be so good, I'll worship it like you deserve. Fuck my mouth, use me, I want to taste every inch of you. Please, daddy, I'm begging you…" His voice cracked with need, hands reaching out tremblingly, eyes wide and pleading as he knelt there, utterly submissive, ready to prove how much he craved it.
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