A Strong Hand

Damian was stroking his cock both from the 112

    A Strong Hand
    by Catt Ford
    outside and the inside. He'd never felt such pleasure and his ecstasy spiraled upward as he rocked faster.
    Damian bent over and whispered in Nick's ear, "Come.
    Now!"
    With a hoarse shout, Nick drove into Damian's hand, shooting over the leather couch in long spurts, his body trembling with the effort. His orgasm roared in his ears and he collapsed forward, hanging limply over the back of the couch.
    Damian smiled and withdrew his fingers. He left Nick kneeling and went to wash his hands and get a damp washcloth, wiping Nick clean. He removed the blindfold, and the young man opened his eyes and smiled blearily at Damian. "Thank you, sir. That was...."
    "I'm glad you liked it, even though you thought you weren't going to," Damian teased.
    "What about you, sir? What can I do to give you pleasure?"
    Nick asked anxiously.
    Damian was delighted that Nick was already offering to serve him. He hauled Nick to his feet, mindful of the limited range of motion with the spreader bar and set him on his knees on the carpet.
    He stood in front of the naked young man. "Take out my cock."
    With trembling fingers, Nick opened Damian's jeans and pulled them down a bit, not wanting to rub him against the teeth of the zipper. He found that Damian also wore boxers.
    He looked up for permission and Damian nodded.
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    Nick pulled Damian's cock out the slit and gasped. He'd forgotten that Damian's cock was so big. He noticed it was dripping and without stopping to think, he leaned forward and tasted the drop with his tongue. It was salty and bitter, with an underlying sweetness. He wasn't sure he liked it.
    "Use your hands. Bring me off," Damian ordered.
    Nick licked his hands and eagerly explored the hard manhood he held. Tentatively, he flattened the swollen vein that ran underneath and looked up as Damian gasped.
    Emboldened by his success and feeling empowered that he was able to give pleasure to the older man, Nick increased the pressure of his hands, wondering if he dared touch Damian's balls without direct permission.
    He realized that kneeling in his position, he couldn't get enough leverage; the angle was wrong. He leaned forward and tentatively licked the head of Damian's cock.
    Damian's hips jerked forward as he felt the warm, wet swipe of the boy's tongue. He watched as Nick stared at his hard length with fascination.
    Then Nick closed his eyes and inhaled, the lush lashes fanned over his cheeks. Damian smelled of arousal and musk.
    He leaned closer and rubbed his cheek against the proud flesh in his hands, relishing the sensation of Damian's hard flesh against his face. He opened his mouth, sucking the head inside, swirling his tongue slowly around the ridge, learning the feel of it.
    Damian almost came right there, watching Nick take his cock in his mouth. He never would have thought the boy was ready for this, so he would not have demanded it, but the 114

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    blazing wet heat and soft lips were so enticing, he couldn't bear to push Nick away, in spite of the fact that he was not following Damian's actual orders.
    Nick tried to take the entire length into his mouth and ended up gagging when the tip hit the back of his throat. He felt Damian's fingers slide soothingly through his hair, tugging the curls gently.
    "Take it easy. You don't have to deep throat your first time, pet. Relax, slow down. Taste me; discover what it feels like to have a hard cock in your mouth."
    His own cock twitched and started to fill again. Nick wondered if he would ever manage to be in Damian's presence without being half-hard. Just his voice turned off Nick's brain and went straight to his groin. Nick couldn't think anymore; he could only feel the soft skin covering the rigid muscle that filled his mouth so satisfyingly. He suddenly realized that he loved the weight of Damian's cock on his tongue, and he wanted more of it.
    Worshipfully, he swirled his tongue around the head and slid it under the ridge, noticing the tiny leap of arousal in response. He'd become accustomed to the flavor of the drops that leaked copiously from the tip, relishing the salty taste.
    He held the base of Damian's shaft steady with one hand while he groped for the older man's balls with the other, allowing them to roll between his fingers. It was the first time he'd actually gotten to touch Damian, and he wished the other man would remove