A Broken Sixpence 25/?
A Broken Sixpence
Part 25
He had to look down to really register what was happening. This man he adored was tenderly moving his trousers down, to allow his mouth to find his cock and the sensation was beautiful. Simply beyond definition. Intense warmth and gloriously moist and it was Alex’s mouth. He put his hands into Al’s locks, gripping tightly, but not inhibiting his movement. Alex was snaking his hands over the back of Miles’s thighs to aid control and to intensify his experience of Miles’s body.
Miles knew he was already close to orgasm, and this was no way to begin their night alone, by ending it so quickly for himself. So with reluctance he tapped Al’s shoulder to break them apart.
‘Alex, sorry mate but…’
‘You want to stop ?’
‘Fuck no, it’s just almost too good, I can’t…’
Al chuckled, ‘How about I make you come now, then I can get the wine while you catch your breath ?’
‘You cheeky git !’ But Miles didn’t refuse the offer, Alex already sucking strongly at him again and bringing him beyond being able to halt.
Moments later Alex was stood, shaking the blood back into his legs and trying to recall where to locate the glasses. No rushing to the bathroom, Miles notified with satisfaction. I wonder what that tastes like ? Knowing for himself was something he planned to find out later.