Page 10 of Whirlwind

Then Julio was kissing him. No, not kissing, devouring. His tongue swept along every corner of Taylor’s mouth, thrusting and demanding. He bit and licked, with one hand digging into Taylor’s jaw while the other pulled at his scalp.

Taylor was drowning in sensation, lost in a stormy sea of pleasure and tossed by the waves.

Julio thrust their hips together, rubbing savagely against him. With his legs spread open, there was no mistaking his swollen cock trapped down one pant leg. Julio ground against it, then pressed his knee up to massage Taylor’s balls just a little too forcefully but somehow just the right amount.

Taylor whimpered into their kiss.

What was also abundantly clear was that Julio was hard. He actually wanted this. The thought only added to Taylor’s swirling pleasure. He hoped he would get to touch.

Julio pulled away from the kiss just far enough to speak. With one hand he continued to grip Taylor’s hair with just the right amount of pain, but with the other he stroked gently down his cheek. “Oh, the things that I want to do to you,” he whispered.

His free hand drifted along Taylor’s shoulder, passing over his nipple almost as if by accident, though it sent a zing right through him, and then continued down his belly. All Taylor could do was stand there and absorb it, his breath rapid and frantic. Julio’s eyes smoldered.

At last, he reached Taylor’s cock. He trailed his fingers lightly along it, his touch barely perceptible through the thick denim. Taylor was shaking.

“So hard for me, aren’t you pretty baby. Just like you should be.” He caressed the length, up and down, but without any more pressure. “And that can’t be comfortable. It looks like you need a little help.” Julio’s eyes glinted.

Taylor realized that Julio was giving him an out. Asking him for permission without giving up control of the scene.

Taylor nodded, feeling the burn where Julio’s other hand was still tangled in his hair.

“Good boy. I’ve been waiting to feel this fat cock in my hand.” With a quick flick of his fingers, he opened the button and then drew down the zipper. Taylor was melting.

Then he realized what Julio must be seeing. His flabby belly would be hanging over the top of his jeans. He drew in his stomach, knowing it was too late. He wasn’t one of those cute little twinks or muscular jocks that Julio usually favored.

Julio stopped stroking and gave him a sharp look. He tried to breathe shallowly and evenly, so his belly wouldn’t expand. Was he busted?

“I should turn you over my knee for that, but I’m going to go easy on you tonight.”

No. Yes. Please don’t go easy on me.

“Do not doubt, though, that I will make you understand that your body belongs to me. All of it. Every freckle. Every hair. Your mouth is mine. Your cock is mine. Your sweet ass is mine. And your belly is mine, too. Now, breathe. I want to hear you.”

God, Julio was so hot. He wanted, so desperately, to belong to him. Reluctantly, he drew in a deep breath, releasing his muscles.

“We will talk about this later. Right now, I need to feel you.”

Julio’s work-roughened hands slid under the band of his not-so-attractive boxer briefs, but Taylor couldn’t spare a thought to worry about them. Because Julio was about to touch him.

He thrust his hand down further, further, crushing Taylor’s cock in the already too-tight leg of his pants. His calluses caught deliciously on his delicate skin. Taylor trembled.

Julio swept his finger across the sticky tip, and Taylor worried that he would come on the spot.

Then, Julio pulled his dick upward, freeing it. He stroked the shaft several times, his fingers barely long enough to go around it. It felt mind-blowingly delicious, but now Taylor was nervous all over again.

Taylor knew that he was a big guy. Like, big everywhere, but also his dick was… just really big.

He knew that it was usually a point of pride for guys, but he usually felt a little embarrassed about it. He knew that other guys were jealous of him, but even as a kid in the locker room, he’d always felt like it was too much. Much thicker than normal, and kinda longer, too.

When he’d starting dating guys, not that there were a lot of them, it had gotten worse. Guys expected that since he was so tall and strong, he’d be the top. But when they saw what was in his pants, they weren’t so ready to get his monster of a schlong near any of their orifices.

He’d never been confident enough to ask for what he wanted, namely to be on the receiving end, and so he ended up getting rather disappointing hand jobs.

He tensed up as he waited to hear Julio’s reaction.

But Julio had already dropped to his knees. He pushed down Taylor’s boxers and jeans just enough, and then looked up with a satisfied smirk.

“Next time, sexy, I want to see you in lace. In fact, maybe we should make that our new work policy.” He licked a stripe up Taylor’s dick. “Imagine, your sexy, shimmery panties hiding under those shapeless pants every day, and no one would know it but me.”