I stared at Isaiah for a moment and sighed running my hands through my
hair, I trail along his body with my eyes, subconsciously licking my
lips. Shifting nervously I let out a nervous chuckle. "W-what do you
want to know, or be shown?" I asked in a cracking voice, I've never been
this nervous.
Isaiah grinned and walked over holding out the magazine, a light
bdsm magazine, and the scene showed a younger male and an older one. The
older one wore a collar and was on his knees, giving the younger one
head. I stared down at the scene with a gulp. It was a hot scene, one of
my favorite fantasies, being dominated by a younger, smaller male. Isaiah
frowned pointing to the picture. "How come he's got a collar on?" He
asked with a raised eyebrow. I swallowed back a lump in my throat and
coughed slightly. "B-because he likes to be told what to do," I said
softly. Isaiah considered this for a moment, staring down at the picture
in complete silence, his brows furrowed as he considered my statement, he
looked up with something deep in his eyes. My eyes met his own,
causing me to flush red. "Is that what you like, to be told what to
do?" he asked with a steady voice, it was hot but also unnerving.
I sighed and nodded softly."S-sometimes, I guess." I said softly and
weakly, I was folding under the pressure of this conversation quickly. I
don't know what it was but, something inside me was trembling with each
moment his eyes held my gaze. He moved to sit next to me, placing the
magazine between us, still staring at it with those same eyes. He looked
up and gave me a dark look." Suck my dick." He said evenly. My eyes
widened and my mind got foggy, as I tried to avert my eyes from his
gaze. "W-what? No." I said in a shaky voice.
Isaiah smirked and pushed the magazine on the floor, he scooted closer,
placed his hand on my lap, and began massaging my bulge through my pants,
I let out a small whimper, licking my lips again shifting underneath his
grasp, slightly humping his hand. He leaned forward, his lips inches away
from my ear. "Suck my dick," he whispered. I could smell it, the
intoxicating smell of minty breath, the sweet scent of the honey soap
he'd used in my bathroom, the moisture in his words caressing my ears. As
I slid down on the floor to my knees, his eyes followed me, steely and
cold. I placed my hand slowly on his leg, my thumb caressing it in small
circles as my mouth watered. He shifted gently spreading his legs, the
scent of his boyhood getting stronger, penetrated my nostrils with a
boyish, yet somehow masculine scent. He moved to place his hand on the
back of my head guiding me towards his now stiff boyhood. It was
gorgeous, mocha-colored, standing upright at 4.5 inches in all its boyish
glory. I opened my mouth, my tongue tentatively caressing its tip. An
explosion of pleasure rippled through my body as he let out a small
moan, gripping my hair. I wrapped my lips around him taking him along my
tongue and into my throat. Somehow, it filled my throat, and I
wrapped around it like a glove as I began to bob my head up and down,
teasing his tip every so often as I did. I looked up at Isaiah, his eyes
pinned to me with a lustful glaze, as he bit his lower lip, his body
glistening with sweat as he gripped my hair and began to thrust into my
mouth, fucking my throat with a boyish fever. His grunts and groans
filled the room along with my moans, a scenery of lust painting the
room as we both were caught in primal desires. I could tell he was
getting close as his thrust got more and more frequent, I moved my hand
to his silky sack, pulling it gently causing his to push deeper into my
throat a final time, his body stiffening and trembling as he came, a
mixture of sweet and salty tastes parading in my mouth as he let loose
small torrents of cum. I sat back as he collapsed on the bed savoring his
taste on my tongue, basking in the afterglow of our lust.
"That was hot. But you might want to get dressed." A voice said from
behind me. I turned scrambling to my feet to see Ezekiel standing in the
doorway with a neutral expression, he held a book in his hand and pushed
his wire-rimmed glasses up to his face. "I came to return a book, Damien
is on his way." He said with a smirk leaning up against the doorway
and holding out the book.