Chapter 234: My turn!

Blake’s post-orgasm haze shattered into panic, just as expected.

He immediately yanked up his pants, face burning crimson.

"S-sorry! But hey, why’d you swallow it? That’s gross!" he yelped, lunging forward to dab at Myles’ mouth with his sleeve, even though not a drop marred those lips.

Yet Myles did not look particularly fazed, his gaze pinning him in place.

Blake’s eyes darted down involuntarily.

’Woah.’

Myles’ member strained obscenely against his pants even more than before, the fabric stretched taut over a bulge that looked ready to burst seams... thick, long, pulsing with unrestrained need.

Blake braced for Myles to pin him down and do whatever he wanted right there.

Instead, he got up and, without much hesitation, turned toward the bathroom, steps casual.

"Wait, why’re you going there?" He called, confusion knitting his brows.

Myles glanced back over his shoulder. "I can take care of it myself."

A spark of offense flared in Blake’s chest. So, he could do whatever he wanted, but the opposite wasn’t allowed?!

"Then why did you agree to do it with me earlier?"

"I never agreed."

Blake blinked, baffled. "Your silence usually means yes!" He hesitated, then pressed, "Why go to the bathroom? I’m right here."

Myles paused in the doorway, turning fully. "Frankly, I don’t think you can handle it."

Blake swallowed hard, gaze flicking to that monstrous outline.

He couldn’t argue, the thing promised to wreck him.

"Okay, okay. Maybe not now, but it wouldn’t hurt to... help you, right?" The words tumbled out, his hand scratching the back of his neck, eyes veering away in embarrassment.

Myles stared at him, unimpressed, then pivoted without a word.

He strode to the bedroom, dropping onto the edge of the bed, legs spread wide.

Blake followed, steps slowing as nerves coiled tighter, before sinking to his knees between the other’s thighs.

Seems like that wasn’t his plan, since Myles clamped Blake’s waist, hauling him up effortlessly to straddle his lap.

"Huh?"

"Don’t hurt your knees."

"Ah, yes. Thanks..."

Blake’s head spun, pulse thundering in his ears.

Fingers fumbling, he unzipped Myles’ pants, peeling them open. The underwear clung like a second skin, the veined shaft outlined in stark relief, head flaring wide, precum soaking a dark patch at the tip.

’Wah, that’s erotic as hell...’

Blake hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged down.

Myles’ lenght sprang free, slapping heavy against his abs: a true monster... who knows how many inches long, girth like a wrist, veins ridged and throbbing, balls heavy and drawn tight below.

He gulped, horror widening his eyes at the sheer size. Then, his hand wrapped around the base on instinct, but it barely encircled half.

"Blake."

The sharp call snapped his head up. Myles stared down, eyes burning with intensity, jaw clenched so veins corded along the edges.

"Uh, sorry..."

Just, wasn’t he basically doomed here?

’How do you I help him to jerk himself off?’

Was he being too arrogant earlier, just claiming he could do it?

Oh well, trial and error it was.

Both hands gripped the shaft, one over the other, still not covering it fully. He stroked, up and down, thumb swiping the slit to smear precum for slickness. The rhythm sloppy, twists uneven, pace too light.

His eyes were going a bit left and right, because he truly wasn’t sure... should he watch Myles’s face or his cock?

Either way, he had to check if it worked, somehow!

’Face it is, humiliation is still going to get in my way regardless...’

So, peeking up, he saw the real deal: Myles gazing down at Blake’s hands, arms flexed like steel cables, knuckles white as he gripped the bed. The mattress literally tore under his grip, stuffing peeking through the rips.

’Jesus. Isn’t he too worked up? Maybe it’s because I’m not that good at it.’

Well, he wasn’t just a virgin at heart, after all.

"Is... is there something to make it better?" Blake whispered, strokes faltering.

Myles’ gaze lifted, locking on. "Stick out your tongue."

Blake almost wanted to refuse, but he really wanted it, too, so he parted his lips, extending it flat.

Myles surged forward, capturing it between his teeth for a teasing nip before sealing their mouths.

The kiss was as slow and as devouring as before, Myles’s tongue coiling around Blake’s like a serpent. Blake melted into it, hands resuming their work on autopilot. The pumps were firmer now, twisting at the head, base squeezed in tandem. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

Still, about fifteen minutes later, it seemed like this would last a torturous eternity.

’Oh man, so this wasn’t just a skill issue of mine... just how long does it take him to cum?’

Myles was breathing normally despite everything, but his hips were grinding up into Blake’s fists in a quite vulgar way.

At least, precum flowed steadily, lubing the way, Blake’s palms gliding smoother... he started to stroke faster, his thumbs pressing veins, one hand dipping to roll those swollen balls.

The makeout intensified, Blake’s lips were bruised, both tongues slickly, Myles occasionally pulling back to let Blake’s breathe before plunging in again.

Blake didn’t stop, although his arm was basically hurting at this point. It had been a while, and the feeling of the shaft swelling impossibly thicker made him almost cry.

Leaning closer to his ear, he wanted to ask him if he was at least feeling more pleasure than before.

Still, Myles looked... intense. It’s not like he gave off angry vibes, but it definitely felt a little dangerous to ask questions.

So, why not whispering?

"Myles—"

He was just about to ask, but seems like that wasn’t needed since, finally, after what felt like hours of building agony, his cock erupted.

Rope after thick rope of cum blasted out, it was cold, viscous and literally endless.

First spurt painted Blake’s shirt, then his thighs as Myles angled it, coating skin in heavy splatters. It kept coming pulse after pulse, pooling sticky between them, dripping down Blake’s legs in rivers, soaking pants and sheets alike. Insane volume, marking him thoroughly.

Myles took a deep breath, body relaxing as the last dribbles oozed over Blake’s knuckles. He leaned back on his elbows.

"Woah, you sure came a lot. Look at this..."

Blake looked at his sticky hands.

’I definitely won’t be able to bottom, unless he cuts part of it off.’