Extend the Story - Add a Room

Actions speak louder than words. You stroke your hand over Steven's face, the young medical student's features looking even paler against your tan palm. Just as he seems to relax into the touch, you grab a hand full of his floppy bangs and yank him right against your denim-clad groin.

He only fights you for a second. While he might not be as sexually forward as some of your jock buds, you catch him checking out other guys' junk three and four times as often. One brush with your erection -- one whiff, even, and there is little doubt he is willing to be sexual thrall.

Steven wastes little time before dampening the denim with his saliva. His delicate face burrows between your thighs even as he let's out a low, gratified moan once your balls collide with his pert nose. As your organ begins to thicken and expand in the confines of your jeans, Steven quickens the pace.

You grip tight and pull back on his hair once more. A whimper from his pouty lips is suitable motivation to reach down, unzip your fly, and pull your thick cock out so it
slaps agains this delicate face with a number of jerking, anxious throbs.

"Holy shit," he grins up at you. "Just because I indicated that I wanted you to keep me safe, that didn't mean I was expecting you to come with your own attached weapon. " Despite his tease, he seems more than anxious to drive his full lips and small mouth up and down your growing shaft, trying to snake his tongue around your thickness and trace the veined patterns running down the length.


His warm mouth finally relents to wrapping around your thick glans, his tongue flicking at the small hole at the tip. He gives out a loud moan, pushing his face down, engulfing your first two inches with a loud smaking sound.

Pulling back he blushes a bit, wiping his mouth.

"Why don't you lay down and spread your legs so I can service you properly?"


Do you...

kip the oral foreplay. You are here to pound cute boy ass.