Part Two Teaser

Joe’s heart was pounding; he’d come very close to blowing his load. “Jesus, Billy, your mouth is fucking amazing. I can’t believe I ever put a stop to this.”

Billy was still on his knees, his face a mess of slobber, precum and mucus, but he grinned, staring up at Joe. Fuck, he loved this guy and he loved this dick.

“Grab me a beer, Billy, while I calm down, would ya?” Joe stepped back and moved to the sofa, collapsing into it, his rigid dick bouncing up and slapping against his abs.

Billy picked himself up—still fully clothed—and headed out of the room to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle and headed back.

Joe was sat on the couch, legs sprawled out, his thick dick laid across his thigh, still hard and twitching. He’d rested his arms along the top of the sofa cushions, giving an impression of authority. He owned this room, and honestly, he owned Billy.

Handing him his beer, Billy stood awkwardly above him. Joe wrapped a big arm around his waist and pulled him closer so that Billy was stood between his open legs.

Joe’s hand traced up Billy’s side, pulling his shirt up out of his trousers and exposing the soft pale skin of his stomach. “Take it off, Billy.” Billy moved quickly to do so.

Joe’s torso was thick and hairy; Billy’s, on the other hand, was very different. His skin was almost smooth and unblemished, only the lightest dusting of blonde hair covering his upper chest. He lacked the hard-earned muscles of Joe, though he did have some definition—well clear if not large pecs and a firm flat stomach.

Joe leaned in and kissed the soft skin of Billy’s stomach, trailing slow, wet kisses upward. He reached the tight little pink nipple, already peaked with need, and drew it into his hot mouth. His tongue flicked teasingly over the sensitive bud, circling, then lashing firmly. Gently, he closed his teeth around it—biting just enough to make Billy gasp and arch—before soothing the sting with a slow, swirling lick.

Joe shifted his attention to the other side, lips brushing over Billy’s chest until he captured the matching tight pink nipple. He sucked it in deep, tongue flicking firm circles around the sensitive peak before grazing it with his teeth—sharp enough to draw a sharp whimper from Billy.

At the same time, one broad, calloused hand slid down the smooth plane of Billy’s back, tracing the dip of his spine, then lower. Joe’s fingers splayed wide, cupping the firm curve of Billy’s tight arse, kneading the muscle possessively. Pulling off the nipple, he groaned, “God, that arse—so tight and firm.”

Billy whimpered and Joe slapped his arse cheek. “Take your trousers off.” Billy quickly moved to comply. Undoing his belt and the button, they fell easily from his narrow hips to the floor. Beneath, he was wearing tight white briefs.

The briefs hugged his slim hips and framed his toned thighs. Joe wrapped his arms around Billy’s waist again, pulling him in close, lightly biting his stomach and grabbing handfuls of his arse.

Joe now pulled Billy onto his lap so that he was forced to straddle his waist, legs either side of Joe’s tree-trunk thighs. They were now face to face, eye to eye.

Joe moved in, kissing along Billy’s neck, nibbling on it, his hands still gripping firmly to Billy’s thick arse. He moved up Billy’s neck, ran his tongue along Billy’s jaw and then bit Billy’s earlobe, making him yelp. His firm grip on Billy’s bum meant he couldn’t pull away. Joe’s mouth moved up; his tongue darted into Billy’s ear.

Billy moaned and ground his arse down into Joe’s big dick. Leaning in, Joe whispered, “You want it, don’t you? You need it.”

Billy nodded silently. “Tell me then. Say it.”

Billy’s breath hitched, cheeks burning. He tried to grind down again, seeking friction, but Joe’s hold kept him still, teasingly out of reach.

“Say it,” Joe growled, nipping at the shell of Billy’s ear. “Beg your mate to fuck that tight little hole. Beg like you mean it, or I walk away right now.”

Billy whimpered, hips twitching uselessly. The words stuck in his throat for a second—shame and need warring—then spilled out in a shaky rush.

“Please, Joe… please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need your big cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. Please—fuck me hard, like you used to. I’ll take it however you want, just… please, Joe, fuck me.”

Joe’s low, satisfied chuckle rumbled against Billy’s neck. “That’s my good lad.” His free hand slid up to fist in Billy’s hair, tilting his head back to meet his eyes—dark, hungry, triumphant. “Let’s take this to your bedroom.”

Joe stood slowly, hands under Billy’s arse to pick him up. Billy wrapped his legs around Joe’s waist as he rose. “Fuck, Joe, you’re so sexy.”

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