Free Beautiful boy by Grace R. Duncan Page B

Another grunt, another moan. “Please, Sir….”
    “Oh fuck no. No coming yet, boy. Not until my dick is in your ass. But you keep that hand moving until I park, do you hear me?”
    The sound turned almost full whine, but he did force out a “Yes, Master.”
    I took the exit off the interstate much faster than I should have, praying to every deity imaginable that there were no cops nearby. Paying the ticket wouldn’t be a hardship—I didn’t want the delay.
    I’d never been so happy to see my driveway. After pulling in and turning off the car, I shifted in my seat. He’d stopped stroking—as I’d told him to—but I wasn’t quite satisfied yet.
    “Stroke it again. Firm, full strokes. Show me how you pleasure yourself. Show me what you do when you jack off.”
    His moans turned almost pathetic as he obeyed my command, and his hips rocked, fucking into his hand as he worked.
    My eyes darted from his cock to his face, watching the expression as he got closer and more frustrated. “Are you close, boy?”
    “Yes, Master,” he said on a gasp. “So close.” A few more full strokes and he grunted, fucking his hand harder. “Please, Sir. I’m—I’m too close… I’m going to—”
    “Not yet,” I said, the sadist in me enjoying his distress a tad too much.
    I reached over, pulled his hand away from his balls, and cupped them with my own. I squeezed gently, loving the look on his face as he fought his impending orgasm. I paid attention to his balls, felt them draw up, saw his expression tense.
    “Tell me, boy.”
    “God, Master, please!” He almost cried this; it was incredible. “Need to come, Sir. Please let me come.”
    “Are you? You right there, boy?”
    “Yes, Master!”
    His hand moved faster, thumb swiping over the tip, and I kept my gaze glued to his cock. I hesitated, just a few seconds, then snatched his hand away at what looked like just the right time, holding it over his head as he tried to fuck the air in an attempt to chase his orgasm. He cried out, his cock jumping with the denied release, and I loved the look of frustration as the edge he’d been so close to moved away.
    “Gorgeous, boy. That was beautiful,” I murmured. I let go of his hand, popped the seat belt, and pulled him to me to kiss him. His whimpers leaked through, and I held him gently but close until he calmed down. “You’re beautiful like that, so needy. Ready for my cock, baby?”
    “Yes, Sir,” he murmured, still with a slight whine in his voice.
    “Good. Put yourself away.” I kissed him on the cheek, smiling at the new whimper my order caused. I knew how uncomfortable it would be to close his jeans over a cock that hard. I loved the continued grunts as I climbed out of the car. I stopped long enough to adjust myself so walking wouldn’t be painful, then went around to his side. I opened the door for him and, when he got out, shut the door behind him, pushed him against it, and ground my own hard length into his, kissing him deeply and thoroughly.
    When I got another whine from him, I stepped back and took his hand, pulling him toward the door.

Chapter 6
     
     
    Kyle
     
    MY BALLS felt like they were going to explode. My cock hadn’t really gone down much since we left the dungeon, and after the edging in the car and that incredible kiss when I got out, it was almost painful. And not necessarily in the good way. The denied orgasm ratcheted my need so much, higher thought seemed an impossibility. Despite the incredible climax at the end of our scene, my balls felt full, heavy, and swollen again already.
    But God , it felt good at the same time. He wanted me. Me . Not the idea of me, or just my ass. Master—Mal—wanted me. He’d talked about a date. He said he wanted me for his boy. Not for one play session, not for a quick fuck.
    He held my hand tight as he nearly dragged me to the door of his house. I was so far gone, I couldn’t pay much attention to any of it. I had the vague impression of two stories