Swallowing Steve
Lying on his bed, Christopher stared at the shadows on the dark ceiling. The street lamps threw enough light into the room to highlight the boy’s tight, slim, youthful contours. He wore only a pair of running shorts over briefs, leaving much of his taut twenty-two-year-old body open to the warm night air.
Christopher was restless. Hormones coursed through him as he lay on top of his covers, thinking. After graduation, he had the opportunity to stay with Steve for the summer across the country. Christopher met Steve online in an “Older Man, Younger Man” forum. Steve was recently widowed and was coming to terms with his sexuality, while Christopher, though younger, definitely had a handle on what he liked. Christopher found a job in Steve’s area and needed a place to stay until he settled into a place of his own.
Christopher liked Steve. The 35-year-old man and the 22-year-old got along quite well. And Steve was pretty damn hot, too, Christopher thought. The prospect of staying the entire summer was worrisome and exciting. Would the horny young man be able to retain his sanity while being so close to Steve for months? Tall and lean, friendly and kind, every aspect of Steve stirred within Christopher a swirling emotional cocktail of affection and lust. At that moment, stretched out on his bed, Christopher’s mind was filled with the vision of his manly frame, open for exploration, right in the next room. The urge was irresistible. His cock was hard.
Having decided, Christopher swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his heart beating madly with nervous joy. He stared down at his mounded-out little shorts. Simply imagining his plan was making him so horny. “Soon, little guy,” he said to himself, squeezing his boner. He stood and marched determinedly to his bedroom, then quietly opened the door wide enough for his wispy body to slip through.
And there was dozing Steve with no covers to hide him from Christopher’s spying eyes. Christopher crept closer, gazing at the fit man laid out before him. He thanked the heavens for whatever light streamed through the window, allowing him to see Steve’s tall, lean, pleasantly defined shape. The young man glanced up at his face, checking for wakefulness. But Steve’s eyes were shut, his lips slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell with the depth and slowness of sleep.
Christopher dragged his eyes down along Steve’s lithe, slender torso, absorbing the topography described by the dim highlights and deep shadows. His chest’s firm, slight mounds were lightly dusted with blond hair. The flat tummy, mildly muscled, with its line of fuzz driving down from the navel to the waistband of his underwear.
And then the most fantastic sight so far: Steve’s boxers tented severely, proudly proclaiming the presence of the engorged man-meat waiting just inside. Christopher climbed up, ever so slowly, between Steve’s long legs. He eventually reached his desired position, with Steve’s athletic, fuzzy thighs on either side. The boxer shorts’ front slit was stretched open by Steve’s turgid pole. Christopher gazed inside, ogling the thick, veiny shaft. He tugged the fabric slightly, allowing the man’s massive meat to slip through the hole.
And there was his prize. Steve’s cock bobbed slightly, just stiff enough to stand up on its own. Christopher seemed to have lost control of his reason as his hand made contact with the fat slab of meat. He traced his fingertips along the ridges and veins, studying every millimeter of the delightful new treat. And the organ was responding to Christopher’s touch. Right under his hand, Steve’s tool grew harder and longer.
The boy leaned in closer and closer, so close that he could feel its heat on his lips. He knew he shouldn’t be gripping onto his own big boner, lusting after Steve’s hot body.
But those taboos only seemed to make Christopher’s confined cock even harder. He pressed forward, dancing his tongue over the tumescence, reveling in this new forbidden intimacy. He was amazed that he was licking his perfect man-cock. He closed his lips around the side, playing the hard tool like a harmonica, swooping up and down. Christopher slipped up to the tip now, flicking his tongue around the ridge of the big purple plum and up the cleft to the cock slit. The tiny hole oozed sticky, warm pre-cum. Christopher loved the taste, lapping it up like a thirsty dog.
Then, the horny young man, opening his jaw wide but keeping his lips sealed, took the whole cock-head into his mouth. After drinking down more of that sweet nectar, he continued downward, inch after inch of beefy manliness passing through his pretty lips. Soon, Christopher was slurping and sucking up and down on the hot meat rod. He was doing it! He was sucking off Steve!
“Mmmmm,” Steve moaned sleepily. A shock of fear bolted through Christopher. He should have hopped up and run back to his bed. He should never have been in here. But the time for decorum had long passed, and his desires overrode his caution.
“Mmmm. Mmmooooooh. Unnnhh! Wha-?”
He was waking up, and Christopher didn’t relent. He had taken the thing that he most desired in the world, and, damn the consequences, he was going to finish. Christopher grabbed his ’s cock firmly, stroking it as he sucked forcefully up and down.
“Uh! Oh god, Christopher! Uh! Uh! What the fuck?! Mffff!” Steve tried to stifle his moans but couldn’t resist the sensations around his hard dick. Strong fingers grabbed Christopher’s hair, and suddenly Steve’s cock was thrusting itself into the boy’s mouth. The man-hands forced the boy’s head down onto the thick man-rod.
“Fuck, Christopher! Oh shit, take it!”
Christopher sputtered and gagged as the fat tool worked its way into his throat. His hands grabbed the sheets at Steve’s hips, helplessly struggling. The tables had turned suddenly. Steve stiffened and grunted, and Christopher knew the man was cumming. As the cock continued to thrust, the spurting head dragged from his lips back into the tightness of this throat, all along the boy’s tongue. Hot, creamy man juice filled his mouth and erupted straight down his throat. Christopher gulped it all down.
“Hoooooly shiiit,” Steve moaned, finally releasing Christopher’s head. Christopher pulled himself off that impaling spear, gasping for breath, slimy ropes of cum and saliva connecting his mouth and his ’s cock. His face read with tears on his cheeks, his heartbeat coming down from the frantic panic; he looked at his. Steve had already collapsed back into sleep, snoring softly.
Christopher shakily crawled off and made his way back to his room. Curled up on his bed, Christopher’s delicate body jerked with sobs as the water flowed from his eyes. He was rattled by Steve’s forceful throat-fuck and at having so quickly lost control.
But, as the minutes passed and the shock faded, Christopher realized that he had a belly full of Steve’s cum, and that his undies were wet with his young spunk. He had cum in his shorts while Steve pounding his face. He didn’t know what would happen in the morning, but just then, Christopher was happy. As he faded off to sleep, with a smile (and drop of jizz) on his lips, his cock stiffened once again.