One knee sank onto the end of the bed and he leaned forward, tugging Angel’s briefs down his legs and off his feet. For a somewhat delicate boy, he was not lacking in male prowess. His cock was as rigid as a steel rod, reaching towards the ceiling, not an ounce of give to it at all. It swayed gently, beautifully straight as if sculpted by a talented artist bent on absolute perfection. The plump head had a pleasant purplish hue that reminded Dane of a sweet, ripe plum. Dane loved plums.
Angel gazed at him through heated, lidded eyes, his member twitching when he followed Dane’s fingers to the snap of his pants. He shed his clothes, with less grace than Angel had done earlier, just wanting out of the confinement. His erection was every bit as stiff and granite-like as Angel’s, though he didn’t think nearly as pretty. As was typical of his own cock, it drooled at the sight of the beautiful naked boy and his lovely, beckoning arousal.
To jump the young man and fuck them both into oblivion was what his lower head was urging him to do, but this was a moment he’d been waiting for his whole life; that moment when the boy of his dreams became reality and offered himself to Dane without reservation.
Their time was ticking away; they would have to head back to the club soon. But he couldn’t make himself hurry it along as he gazed at Angel and all the things he longed to do to the boy played through his mind in extreme detail. Work could wait.
Fuck if I’m gonna rush this.
Chapter Eighteen
Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
Angel realized he really had no clue what to expect from Dane. From the tender age of thirteen, he had been called upon to do the pleasuring, the giving. Rarely had he received anything in return, and when he had–it wasn’t pleasurable, but rather painful for the most part. The few men who administered blow jobs or hand jobs did so in a very rough manner, leaving him in pain to some degree. Dane was great to dance with and get worked up over–but what was he like when it came to actual sex? Oral or otherwise? An uneasiness began to seep through Angel, but they were this far–there was no turning back. And he didn’t really want to. Surely Dane couldn’t be any worse than the ones Angel had already been with.
Dane must have picked up on his sudden nervousness because he smiled warmly and rubbed his hands across the top of Angel’s feet. “Relax, baby.” He murmured. “Just lay back, get comfortable…and let me just savor you.” There was no surface, nor underlying threat about the man. His hands slid up Angel’s shins slowly. Angel instinctively opened his legs and Dane moved in between them, leaning down to lay kisses along his inner thighs. A soft moan rolled up Angel’s throat and his fingers slowly curled around the soft comforter beneath him, gripping fiercely. Dane’s tongue snaked out and dragged up through the crease of his leg then ventured to the side, flicking against his full sac.
“Mmmm!” Angel squeezed the blanket tighter in his fists. Dane gently lifted his scrotum and went on to tease the smooth patch of muscle underneath. “Fuck.” Angel hadn’t realized how sensitive that spot was. No one had ever licked him there, and certainly not like this. For him, the idea of sex always seemed to bring with it a dark cloud, a dread. But Dane was quickly showing him that it didn’t have to be dirty and disgusting, or hurtful. Already the man had given him more pleasure than anyone else ever had.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Dane smiled and burrowed his face in deeper and sucking at the smooth muscle, dragging his suctioned lips up to his sack then taking his balls into his mouth. Angel bucked without warning, crying out and Dane moaned, sucking him in deeper.
“Oh fuck.” Angel trembled as the man took his entire sack in his mouth, the warmth and wetness, the pressure of the suction, his tantalizing tongue…it propelled Angel to a level of ecstasy he hadn’t known even existed. “Oh…my…god.”
Moaning again, Dane slowly allowed his balls to slip out of his mouth then licked his lips. “Yummy.” He murmured and smiled. When his tongue darted out again and began to forge a path up to the base of his throbbing cock, Angel whimpered, unsure if he could handle this. Just having his balls in the man’s mouth nearly blew his mind–what would happen if Dane wrapped his mouth around his cock? He had a strong suspicion he was about to find out.
One of the few men who had sucked him had been a nasty fucker in one of the seedy clubs Wade had dragged him to. Some of the guy’s teeth were broken, severely decayed, and he hadn’t taken care with Angel. His teeth had repeatedly scraped the sensitive surface of his cock, a time or two he’d bit down a little on purpose, just to hear Angel cry out. The horrible experience had left his member scratched up and somewhat bloody.