Free Autumn Fire by Cameron D. James

pleasure surging through his body increased a hundred-fold as his orgasm cascaded down upon it. He put his hands on Jake’s shoulders to prop himself up as his joints turned to jelly. Dustin shot wave after wave into the warm wet mouth. Jake swallowed every drop as quick as it came.
    After his balls emptied completely, Jake continued to lick and suck, but slower and gentler, still sending torturous pleasure rushing through his hyper-sensitive head. Finally, Jake stood up. He put his hand around Dustin’s head and pulled him in for a kiss, sharing a mouthful of cum he’d saved.
    Dustin let his own fluid enter his mouth and coat his tongue. He swallowed as Jake’s tongue entered and swept the inside of his mouth, exploring the expanse. Jake’s body shook as his free hand furiously pumped his own dick.
    With a nudge, Dustin fell to his knees in front of Jake’s rock-hard erection. Dark red, the swollen appendage throbbed, tense and ready to blow any moment. Dustin licked, but didn’t take him into his mouth, remembering the original chat. Jake wanted to cover his face in cum.
    Jake’s panting moans turned into throaty wails. “I’m shooting! Fuck!”
    Hot blasts of cum flew over Dustin’s face, splattering against his sweaty skin. Jake groaned as he continued to ejaculate, casting thick lines across Dustin’s skin. Cum pooled all over his face, running in rivulets down toward his chin and rolling off. He couldn’t open his eyes for fear of getting the stinging sensation of cum on his eyeballs.
    “Mmm...” He couldn’t say more, barely managing to stop from grimacing.
    “You’re a mess, baby.” Jake ran his fingers over the few dry spaces of Dustin’s skin. “You’re going to need a shower to wash that off.” A tentative tone edged the words. “Trust me.”
    “There,” Jake said, softly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re one hot little twink.”
    Dustin was in shock. He didn’t move and didn’t speak. He didn’t want to get anything in his eyes or mouth.
    Jake chuckled. “I’ll turn on the shower. You can rinse your face. When you open your eyes, you’ll find soap and shampoo in the corner. Use as much as you want.”
    Dustin nodded in acknowledgement. Moments later, hot, fresh, clean water fell upon him, rinsing away the filth. He opened his eyes. The clear shower door had been drawn shut and Jake had left the room. Dustin stood up and rinsed off as much as he could before applying copious amounts of soap and shampoo. He couldn’t stand the scent of Jake’s body wash, but he scrubbed relentlessly anyway, trying to scour away what he’d just done—every drop, every molecule, every memory.
    Dustin reached a new low. Rick, back on Sunday, had been a bad hookup, just an average self-absorbed muscle-head. This was something else entirely. He regretted not turning and leaving when his first doubt struck him.
    Skin red from scrubbing, Dustin turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, drying with a towel. He entered the bedroom and found Jake, dressed in what appeared to be an ambulance driver’s uniform, straightening the bedspread.
    “Hey, baby.” With a huge grin, Jake walked over and kissed Dustin deeply, forcing his tongue in and over his own. He felt a rough hand tug his dick a few times.
    Dustin forced a smile. He just wanted to get out of there and the easiest way to do so would be to play along, yet make no plans for a future meet.
    “That was...new.” Dustin picked up his ripped briefs and looked at them. He found a trashcan with at least one other pair of torn underwear in it and tossed his on top. Dustin picked up his jeans and slipped into them, very carefully zipping up.
    “First time with piss?”
    Dustin couldn’t look him in the eye as he answered. “Yeah.” He slipped on his socks and picked up his shirt.
    “What did you think?”
    “I think...I think I need to process the experience to know what I think.” Never again .
    Jake laughed. “I