Loner (short, poynter/judd)
Title: Loner
Author: joshyouare
Part: 3/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Genre: Smut
Summary: Dougie is the assistant to his university hockey team, and Harry is the star athlete.
A/N: con-crit welcome, and I actually got this beta'd :O so hopefully it's an improvement on my normally shocking spelling and grammar (:
Disclaimer: This is all LIES (living in a fantasy!) - It's fiction, that's all.
(part 1)
(part 2)
Harry mouthed a confused, breathless, "What the fuck?"
I now realized he'd only meant for me to jerk him off. But he didn't protest when, an instant later, I wrapped my lips around the dripping head of his cock. The hot, spongy helmet slid quickly to the back of my throat along with the rest of his long, thick inches.
I gave his sweaty balls a firm tug and sucked him hard. Harry growled deeply while cupping the back of my head, fingers pulling my hair and me even closer into the warmth between his legs. Fighting the urge to gag, I drew in a breath, smelled the crisp, coarse hairs that surrounded his dick, and hummed on his cock, giving him the best blowjob my position on the floor at the back of the bus would allow.
Harry lifted his self off the seat slightly and began humping my face. Somehow, I managed to dart my tongue across the sensitive skin of his dick shaft's underside, an action that caused deep, guttural grunts to sound directly above me in the darkness.
I couldn't believe it -- I was on my knees, sucking off the Harry Judd, while the rest of the guys and the coach sat crashed out and snoring a few seats away! I pretty much figured Harry was having trouble comprehending my mouth on his cock, too, though he was enjoying it too much to stop me. He wanted to be sucked off, and I didn't plan on letting him down.
I nudged Harry’s hand off my neck, and thus freed from his hold, spit out his cock. I gripped it in my right hand before lowering to lick the fat, meaty bag I'd seen plenty of times in the locker room and had always craved. They were still sweaty despite his post-game shower, a heady mix of soap and sweat.
Harry still said nothing, as I worked his cock and balls. The entire time I was on my knees in front of him, I'd unintentionally humped his closest leg. A hot, uncomfortable wetness filled the crotch of my pants. I took hold of my dick to find it soaked with pre-come, even more than the steady flood Harry was feeding me. I took him back into my mouth and sucked him all the way down. His toned ass lifted from the seat, and again, he grabbed my head. This time, I knew, there would be no letting go, not until he was done with me.
I squeezed Harry's balls in my free hand and pulled down on them gently while sucking his cock as far in as I could take it. The danger of what we were doing and the fact I'd gotten the hottest guy who'd ever passed my way in our university to fuck my face quickly sent me deep into my boiling lust, no returning, lost in ecstasy. I stroked my cock harder and faster, and within minutes teased it into squirting a load across the already-nasty floor.
Harry's cock in my mouth muffled my moans, but not his when his balls pulled up tight against the base of his cock and his shaft stiffened completely, making my jaw ach. He rammed into my mouth deeper and more aggressively, and on one of His thrusts, I tasted him, raw and sour, bitter-sweet. Harry grunted and squirted blast of sperm onto my tongue. More followed. I gulped his taste down to keep up with him, sure he'd never stop.
Not long after he started, Harry ceased humping my face and settled back on the seat with his head thrown back. His breaths went from short and shallow to long gulps for air. I shook out my hand, tucked my spent cock back into my pants, and released my lip-lock on Harry's still-hard cock. I licked the left over come from his head and then swabbed his crotch and balls clean. With my heart in my throat -- and a belly full from Harry -- I pulled myself up from my knees, sure we'd be discovered.
But we weren't. The rest of the team and coaching staff remained passed out in the seats in front of us. Licking my mouth, I whispered, "Harry?” and laid a hand on his arm.
Harry didn't respond. I heard him fumble his pants closed and watched him shift in the seat away from me, one hand covering his face. I returned to my seat feeling sweaty, nervous, and more than a bit freaked out by what I'd done. I was also more excited than I'd ever been in my life.
The steady rumble of Harry's snoring soon joined the rest of the team's, and lulled by the low rumble of the bus wheels on the road, I fell asleep for the remaining distance back to London.
If it never happened again, I like to remember that, for a moment anyway, we got to run together.
-fin.
Sequel?
And here is some art for you all :)
click for the full image, it's deffo 18+ btw ;)
Author: joshyouare
Part: 3/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Genre: Smut
Summary: Dougie is the assistant to his university hockey team, and Harry is the star athlete.
A/N: con-crit welcome, and I actually got this beta'd :O so hopefully it's an improvement on my normally shocking spelling and grammar (:
Disclaimer: This is all LIES (living in a fantasy!) - It's fiction, that's all.
(part 1)
(part 2)
Harry mouthed a confused, breathless, "What the fuck?"
I now realized he'd only meant for me to jerk him off. But he didn't protest when, an instant later, I wrapped my lips around the dripping head of his cock. The hot, spongy helmet slid quickly to the back of my throat along with the rest of his long, thick inches.
I gave his sweaty balls a firm tug and sucked him hard. Harry growled deeply while cupping the back of my head, fingers pulling my hair and me even closer into the warmth between his legs. Fighting the urge to gag, I drew in a breath, smelled the crisp, coarse hairs that surrounded his dick, and hummed on his cock, giving him the best blowjob my position on the floor at the back of the bus would allow.
Harry lifted his self off the seat slightly and began humping my face. Somehow, I managed to dart my tongue across the sensitive skin of his dick shaft's underside, an action that caused deep, guttural grunts to sound directly above me in the darkness.
I couldn't believe it -- I was on my knees, sucking off the Harry Judd, while the rest of the guys and the coach sat crashed out and snoring a few seats away! I pretty much figured Harry was having trouble comprehending my mouth on his cock, too, though he was enjoying it too much to stop me. He wanted to be sucked off, and I didn't plan on letting him down.
I nudged Harry’s hand off my neck, and thus freed from his hold, spit out his cock. I gripped it in my right hand before lowering to lick the fat, meaty bag I'd seen plenty of times in the locker room and had always craved. They were still sweaty despite his post-game shower, a heady mix of soap and sweat.
Harry still said nothing, as I worked his cock and balls. The entire time I was on my knees in front of him, I'd unintentionally humped his closest leg. A hot, uncomfortable wetness filled the crotch of my pants. I took hold of my dick to find it soaked with pre-come, even more than the steady flood Harry was feeding me. I took him back into my mouth and sucked him all the way down. His toned ass lifted from the seat, and again, he grabbed my head. This time, I knew, there would be no letting go, not until he was done with me.
I squeezed Harry's balls in my free hand and pulled down on them gently while sucking his cock as far in as I could take it. The danger of what we were doing and the fact I'd gotten the hottest guy who'd ever passed my way in our university to fuck my face quickly sent me deep into my boiling lust, no returning, lost in ecstasy. I stroked my cock harder and faster, and within minutes teased it into squirting a load across the already-nasty floor.
Harry's cock in my mouth muffled my moans, but not his when his balls pulled up tight against the base of his cock and his shaft stiffened completely, making my jaw ach. He rammed into my mouth deeper and more aggressively, and on one of His thrusts, I tasted him, raw and sour, bitter-sweet. Harry grunted and squirted blast of sperm onto my tongue. More followed. I gulped his taste down to keep up with him, sure he'd never stop.
Not long after he started, Harry ceased humping my face and settled back on the seat with his head thrown back. His breaths went from short and shallow to long gulps for air. I shook out my hand, tucked my spent cock back into my pants, and released my lip-lock on Harry's still-hard cock. I licked the left over come from his head and then swabbed his crotch and balls clean. With my heart in my throat -- and a belly full from Harry -- I pulled myself up from my knees, sure we'd be discovered.
But we weren't. The rest of the team and coaching staff remained passed out in the seats in front of us. Licking my mouth, I whispered, "Harry?” and laid a hand on his arm.
Harry didn't respond. I heard him fumble his pants closed and watched him shift in the seat away from me, one hand covering his face. I returned to my seat feeling sweaty, nervous, and more than a bit freaked out by what I'd done. I was also more excited than I'd ever been in my life.
The steady rumble of Harry's snoring soon joined the rest of the team's, and lulled by the low rumble of the bus wheels on the road, I fell asleep for the remaining distance back to London.
If it never happened again, I like to remember that, for a moment anyway, we got to run together.
-fin.
Sequel?
And here is some art for you all :)
click for the full image, it's deffo 18+ btw ;)