Part 7


Random Thoughts

Ultimately, Justin realized, it was the nipple that drove him crazy.

The two boys were sitting in companionable silence, JC curled at the edge of the couch reading, and Justin sprawled along its length, supposedly watching a basketball game. But for the most part, Justin had been watching JC, deciding that yes, it was the nipple that did it.

Now, it wasn’t as if the rest of JC was chaff. Far from it, Justin concluded. His body was lithe, slender, willowy and supple. Just like Justin liked, it. Willowy and supple, yes, but strong enough to withstand anything that Justin wanted to do to it; strong enough to demand its own hard release in return.

Justin’s gaze skimmed upwards, focusing on JC’s mouth. Yeah, that was pretty nice, too, he thought. A smile like an angel’s, and a grin like a devil’s. Lips that kissed Justin softly, sweetly, almost parentally, easing away any hurt Justin might be feeling one minute—then sucking him off like a Hoover the next, drinking from Justin like a thirsty man in a desert.

Justin shifted a bit, thinking about the rest of JC’s body. The hands that drove Justin high and giddy with just a touch. The legs that wrapped around Justin so tight, as if he’d never let Justin go. His pretty cock, tasty and sweet and just the right size for Justin’s mouth. And his ass. JC’s ass was perfect. Justin never felt more comfortable anywhere than when JC pulled him inside his body, welcoming Justin home.

But. Yes. The nipple. Justin watched as JC lifted his arm to turn a page of his book, stretching the tight material over the nipple, the piercing attached to it outlined by the thin cotton. The nipple was special. It was JC’s secret, a link to his past, a hint to his soul. But Justin knew it was there. And Justin knew how to play it. How to cover the nipple with his mouth and suck just hard enough. How to slip his tongue through the ring of the piercing and pull just so—a pleasure/pain that caused JC to squirm. How to bite it just so to make JC scream…

“You’re thinking about my nipple, aren’t you?”

JC had lifted his head from his book, catching Justin’s expression. Justin realized his breathing was fast and shallow, and his erection was tenting his pajama pants. He nodded.

With a sly smile, JC dropped his book and grasped the remote, flipping off the television before tossing the remote to the floor. He crawled on his hands and knees over Justin’s prone body, slipping low to caress Justin’s hard cock with his own erection before nibbling on Justin’s lips. “Turns you on, doesn’t it?” JC teased, straddling Justin’s hips, pressing close and eliciting a groan from Justin at the heated contact. JC pulled his arms back a bit, tightening the shirt he wore even more.

Justin watched JC closely, his mouth going dry. Again, all he could do was nod.

“Though so,” JC said, leaning down again to nip on Justin’s chin. He leaned back on his knees, pressing his groin into Justin’s even harder. Slowly, he reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted.

Justin’s eyes followed closely as inch-by-inch JC flesh was exposed; first the soft area near his hips…then his flat stomach…until finally, his chest was exposed. JC tossed the shirt to the floor. Justin groaned at the sight of the piercing and reached for JC, only to have his hands stopped by JC’s. Their eyes locked as JC forced Justin’s arms back and over his head, leaning close and dangling the pierced nipple over Justin’s mouth. He teased Justin’s lips, pressing close so the boy could flick the nipple with his tongue, then pulling back. This time, Justin’s groan was loud and long and painful.

“If you want it that bad,” JC said, repeating his teasing actions. “You know that." Lean in…tease…retreat. “All you have to do.” Lean in…tease…retreat. “Is take it.”

At once, their positions were reversed, JC flat on his back on the couch, Justin laying on him, his hips pressing JC’s thighs apart, his mouth attached to the nipple. He sucked and bit and pulled and tongued the hard flesh, making JC moan and writhe with pleasure, pressing his hips up against Justin’s as the younger man humped and thrust against him, rubbing hard cocks until finally, the world exploded.

Justin collapsed tiredly against JC, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He opened sleepy eyes, catching the gold glint of JC’s piercing, his finger lifting to smooth against the warm metal.

Yeah, he concluded. It was definitely the nipple that drove him crazy.



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