Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
When he lowered the zipper, Trent shoved his hands inside, pushing the slacks and boxers down until they fell to the ground. Trent bent low, positioning Gage’s cock to make it a smooth slide into his mouth. He hadn’t given Gage a blow job yet, and it had been a very long time since he’d been in this position. He didn’t hesitate, though; he took Gage straight into his mouth, letting his tongue lick and slide down the hard, velvety cock in his hands. Gage let out the most delicious moan and tangled his fingers into Trent’s hair, urging him on.
Trent took him deep, while slowly dropping to his knees. He could feel his throat constrict as he sucked Gage in and out of his mouth in several long, deep strokes. His fingers slid around Gage’s ass and began to massage the tight rim. Trent willed himself to relax, wanting to take Gage farther down his throat and after a couple more attempts of sliding Gage in and out of his mouth, he succeeded. Trent couldn’t be certain whether it was the finger he pushed into Gage’s ass or the way his mouth worked him, but Gage pistoned his hips, driving his cock forward, fucking Trent’s mouth until he pulled back. Trent slid Gage fully out of his mouth and took his finger from his ass while licking across Gage’s broad head, lapping at the small beads of moisture gathering at the top. He loved his taste.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Gage groaned quietly, gently pushing Trent’s head back down with the grip he still had on his hair. Trent smiled and chuckled at the urgency of Gage’s hands, wanting him to do more.
“Get in bed. I want you to enjoy this,” Trent said, lifting his hand and massaging Gage’s sac as he spoke.
“I am enjoying it,” Gage said, his hands still in Trent’s hair. Trent glanced up, captured by Gage’s erotically intense stare. If eyes could beg, these were willing him to keep going.
“Bed, Gage,” Trent said, and sat back on his heels, unbuttoning his own shirt, pulling it off his body. He let the material slide down his arms and flexed his pecs and biceps as the material slid free. That gained Gage’s attention. A smile tugged at Gage’s lips as he gripped his own cock, watching Trent closely. Gage sat down on the end of the bed and pushed himself back to the headboard, his eyes never left Trent. Gage’s hand continued the back and forth movement, stroking his cock as he stood, and continued to undressed.
Trent tossed the shirt on the chair and unbuckled his belt, snapping it free of the loops in one quick movement. He tossed the belt on his chair along with their other things. Next came the button to the slacks, he flicked it open smiling at the smoldering look in Gage’s eyes. He paused on the slacks, deciding to save those for last and lifted each foot, taking each sock off, purposely flexing all the muscles in his arms with every tug and then tossing the socks over to the chair as well.
“You’re such a tease,” Gage said, but Trent could tell he thoroughly enjoyed the show.
“You said you like my chest,” Trent said, lifting his eyebrows, a slow smile sliding in place.
“I do,” Gage said. Trent flexed his chest muscles again, in a little show of dominance. Gage rolled his hips, shoving his dick farther in his hand. A moan slipped from his parted lips. “Trent, take your pants off.”
Trent began lowering the zipper of his slacks, letting the muscles on his stomach ripple as the zipper slid down. Gage gave an approving moan at the show he put on, and Trent hooked his thumbs inside his slacks, and slowly pushed down, until they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them, kicking them up with his foot to his hand. He tossed them over the chair and turned his gaze back to Gage as he lowered his briefs and let them fall to the floor.
“Come to me, let me take care of that for you, handsome,” Gage said, still working himself.
“No, this is my night, Gage,” Trent said, removing Gage’s socks. When they were both fully naked, Trent made a show of climbing onto the end of the bed and crawling between Gage’s legs. Gage tried to bring him forward, tried to kiss him, but he evaded the attempts, moving the condoms and oils closer to him and laying his chest between Gage’s parted thighs.
He gripped the base of Gage’s cock while placing small kisses and simple licks up Gage’s thighs toward the sac hanging below his cock. As he worked his mouth forward, Trent gently mashed Gage’s balls together with his lips, sucking each one into his mouth before he lifted with a final lap of his tongue, taking the jutting cock back into his mouth. He slid Gage deep, opening his throat as far as he could at that angle, before pulling back and licking his way back up. He held onto the base of Gage’s cock, stroking him, and lifted his eyes to take in Gage’s reaction. He’d stayed quiet through it all, and Trent needed confirmation from his lover. Gage’s expression clearly indicated his intense pleasure, and Trent reached down to place a small kiss on the broad head of the dripping cock, ready to take this man to the peak of ecstasy.
“Dear God, you’re fucking good.” Gage dropped his head back onto the pillow. A deep moan escaped Gage’s lips, and he gripped the bedspread with each hand, fisting it tight. Trent reached for the oils and took Gage back inside his mouth; this time moving faster and using his hand to work the base of Gage’s cock. He flipped the bottle open with his thumb and poured drops straight onto Gage’s ass. With each pump of his mouth, Trent worked a finger inside of Gage. He could feel his own cock swelling thicker and fuller until it jerked, ready to burst with the mere thought of making love to Gage. When Gage grew hard as steel, his balls clenching, Trent stopped and moved away, grabbing the condoms and oil beside him.