Page 27 of Jack Frosting

Clayton held it near the base so it jutted into the air. “I can see you love sucking dick. That tiny jock is practically bursting at the seams, but I cum first. Now, be a good little bitch and get that mouth back to work.”

I could taste the salty precum as soon as I took him into my mouth. And he was right. I was so fucking hard. Clayton resumed fucking my face with his hand in my hair, holding my head still. He wasn’t long enough to pop my gag reflex, but my jaw was sore after a few minutes after staying so wide.

“Fuck, Jack. I’m so close,” Clayton said with a groan. “You’re too good at this.”

That warning only made me slurp harder. I slipped a finger under his balls and massaged his perineum.

“You want my big load all over your pretty face, or do you swallow?”

I thought it was a rhetorical question, so I kept blowing him. Only when he pulled my hair and my mouth slipped off his cock did I realize it wasn’t.

“Answer me, cocksucker.”

“Swallow. Definitely swallow.”

“That’s what I thought.”

WIth both hands, he forced my mouth back on his slippery, saliva-coated cock and fucked my face. I was wrecked. Given thirty seconds and permission, I would’ve creamed my jock then and there.

“Take my jizz down your throat! Ahhh!”

I was warned, but the first blast went straight down and I couldn’t swallow in time. After pulling off to get some air, the next one hit me straight in the eye, which made me smile. The rest dribbled out and down his shaft, coating my hand where I held him.

“Fuck, that was incredible, Jack.” He must’ve finally glanced down. “Shit, I really got you good.”

“Yeah, you did. Jesus, where have you been hiding this sex god? The flannel and dad vibes are a perfect disguise.”

“The basement sex dungeon didn’t give it away?” Clayton asked.

“Now that you mention it, I should’ve known, right?”

That made him laugh, before he said, “I like my cakes frosted, but it looks good on your face too.”

“Mmm…if only it tasted like frosting.” I let go of his softening dick and licked my hand clean, knowing most guys liked that. “You can frost my cake later.” I turned to show him my ass and yelped when he slapped it.

“That’s definitely going to happen.”

“What?” I was shocked. “No resisting your hot jock renter? No speech about how this was a mistake?”

Clayton shook his head. “If this was a mistake, it was the best one of my life. I’m not living under the same roof as that”–he gestured to my ass–“and not taking advantage of it every single night.” He added, “If you’ll have me.”

“If it means I get the secretly dominant Clayton that calls me his cum-hungry pussy boy, then yes,” I answered. “Every night definitely works for me.”

“But to clarify, this is just for fun.”

There was the keeping-it-casual asterisk the sensible single dad Clayton had to add, though admittedly, I was okay with that too.

After all, I kind of knew we’d bone as soon as he found me unconscious in his sex dungeon.

NINE

CLAYTON

I didn’t spend the night with Jack. It was the most sensible thing to do if I actually wanted it to stay just fun. Instead, I put all my clothes back on and snuck upstairs into my own bedroom.

I smiled when Jack, still lying there completely naked and with half my load all over his beard, said, “Same time, same place tomorrow?”

I assumed he was joking, but that didn’t stop me from imagining him jacking off in my basement while I cleaned up in the shower. My dick started getting hard again before I finished drying off though despite its insistence, I was able to fall asleep.