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Part 4 - Impulse
As Don was stripping off his condom and looking for the
trash can, Will stiffly turned around. A
gorgeous, muscular black man who’d been watching came over. The man silently gestured at Will’s still
hard cock.
Will opened his mouth to say ‘No’, but Don shocked him by
nodding. Will stared at him and Don gave
an overly casual shrug. After Don’s
recent display of jealousy, this was the last thing Will expected, but he was
willing to follow Don’s lead.
Will nodded, and the black man grinned and reached for a
condom.
Don disposed of his condom and buttoned up his jeans. He wasn’t sure what impulse had led him to
agree to Will being sucked off by some stranger. Maybe it was because he felt very
self-conscious in this environment, now that his desperate need had been
blunted. He wanted Will to also be
satisfied, but didn’t think he could get on his knees himself, not here. This was probably no big deal to Will, so
used to places like this. Don wasn’t
going to change his mind now, and look even more stupid. He’d just have to hope it was quick. He leaned against the wall near Will,
affecting indifference.
The man kneeled on the floor in front of Will and slipped a
condom over Will’s hard cock. He took
Will into his mouth, sliding heavy, sensuous lips over the cock that Don knew
so well. Will turned his head and locked
eyes with Don. Unexpectedly, Don’s recently-spent
cock began to throb.
Bracing his legs wide, Will leaned back against the wall,
pressing his recently fucked ass against the flat surface, his face still
turned toward Don. Will’s fingers went
to his nipples and he toyed with them languidly. Don realized he was rubbing his own crotch
and a smile spread across Will’s flushed face.
Don had expected to feel jealous, or at least uncomfortable, but what he
felt was amazingly turned on, seeing his lover get serviced by a stranger in a
dark, anonymous hallway. It was dirty,
wrong, and hot as hell.
The black man unzipped his own fly and Don was momentarily
distracted by the sight of the man fisting his huge, black cock. Don’s eyes returned to Will’s face, to see
Will still watching him, uninterested in the other man’s attributes. Will was getting off on Don’s reactions as
much as the blowjob. Don licked his lips
and let his arousal show fully on his face.
Will’s nostrils flared and he bucked his hips slightly.
The man’s movements sped up, grew noisier, his head bobbing
as he sucked Will’s cock. Will’s eyes
slid half shut in pleasure but he didn’t break his gaze from Don. It was somehow a reprise of their behavior on
the dance floor, with Will dancing with another man but just for Don. C’mon,
Don found himself saying under his breath, C’mon.
He leaned closer to Will and whispered, “Come for me,
babe. Shoot your wad down this fucking
cock-sucker’s throat.”
Will’s eyes went wide and one of his hands reached out and
grabbed Don’s shirt.
“You want more?” Don murmured. “You want me to tell you how fucking hot you
are? How every man in this club would go down on his knees for you? How they would line up just to get their
throat stretched by your cock?”
Will’s hand clenched on Don’s shirt while his other hand continued
to pull hard on his nipple. His hips
began to move with more force.
“That’s right, babe,” Don said hoarsely. “Pound his face. Take what you want from him. He’s just a hot mouth in a dark hall. Your orgasm belongs to me, no matter who’s
getting you off.”
Will finally broke Don’s gaze, his eyes squeezing shut, his
breath coming in sharp pants.
“C’mon, c’mon,” Don chanted for Will’s ears only.
Will bit down on his lip and thrust hard against the man’s
mouth. Then he was bucking wildly and
Don knew he was emptying himself between the man’s strong lips. The man’s own cock was twitching and
spurting, pouring cum over his big hand like an offering to the cock he was
worshiping.
Don leaned over and covered Will’s mouth with his, sucking
on that bit lip, breathing in Will’s moans.
Finally Will’s moans faded and Don pulled back, smiling. The black
man stood up, wiping his hands, and moved away down the dim hallway.
Will’s face was flushed, his lips wet, his eyes wide. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “What was that all about?”
“I don’t know,” Don said with a shrug. “I guess I just like watching you dance. Just no dancing without me.”
Will shook his head, looking bemused. “I swear, Eppes, just when I think I’ve got
you figured out.”
Don grinned. “Glad I
can still surprise you.”
“Every day,” Will said, pulling off his used condom and
zipping up his pants. “Every day.”
Still grinning, Don pushed sweaty hair from Will’s
face. “I think that’s enough dancing for
tonight.”
“Yeah,” Will said.
“For some reason my legs are wobbly.”
“For some reason,” Don laughed and kissed him. “Wanna come home with me, pretty boy?”
Will took his hand.
“Absolutely.”
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