This violent delights have violent ends

Godfrey Gao for Elle Men magazine China, august of 2016.

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His body suffered a small spasm of pleasure when Pedro felt how Archie took it all at once. He was always the good sucker, the one with the deepest throat, because of all his years as an escort. However, it was fun and pleasant to find someone like him. “I-I will…” Or at least, he’d try. He applied some more pressure on his hair, moaning every time he felt pressure on his perineum. Just then he started to increase Archie’s speed, eager for more. His moans were becoming louder and more constant, but he was still far from coming.

“I fucking am” he mumbled with a laugh. Later, he took his head back, looking at the ceiling, when Archie finally introduced his glans on his mouth. Pedro moaned softly, burying even more his fingers on his hair. He was doing everything he could not to push the boy down and make him choke with his cock. Slowness was part of the reward/punishment, Pedro supposed. “At this rate… you’ll take me to the edge sooner than ever…” he whispered between gasps, with the first few drops of precum leaving his cock.

“Oh, Jesus… you’re good… and you haven’t even started” he commented in a whisper with another sigh, his abdomen shrank down because of the pleasure he was feeling. He kept running his fingers through Archie’s hair, mainly from his crown to his nape. “Come on, I’ll die from impatience” he begged, holding back his laugh, eager to get his cock into Archie’s mouth. “Please” Pedro added with a wink.

He reaccommodated himself on the couch, spreading his legs wider. He took the briefs of himself, manoeuvring with his legs to do so. “Fuck yeah… I needed this…” Pedro whispered to himself, taking both hands to Archie’s hair to caress it, not forcing him into anything yet. “Just… play with my balls too, okay?” He asked with a sigh of pleasure, eyes fixed on Archie while his cock finished getting hard with his tongue and his strokes.

“I’m sure your cock is delicious, but I save the best for the end. Just like desserts on every meal, you know?” Again he concentrated, his tongue out and curved up, but no matter how many buttons he pressed or at what speed, Supergirl ended up winning. “Fuck this. At least I get the consolation prize” he joked with a chuckle before he unzipped his jeans. He took them down to his knees and then did the same with his briefs, exposing his almost fully erect cock. He took it by the base and shook it, smirking at Archie. “All yours, baby.”

He couldn’t help biting his lower lip at Archie’s hand running down his torso. For a moment he wished the boy would have kept going until it got into his jeans and under his briefs to make the wait shorter. “Alright” he whispered when Archie went upstairs. Pedro reached for his phone and texted his boss. «I’ll return the motorbike tomorrow. I’m not wasting gas, I promise», and he turn it off. No annoyances tonight. Once Archie was back he approved of the plan with a nod and a smile. His blood was already starting to accumulate on his cock just by the thought of it. “Fair to me. Now if I win… I get to rim you. Deal?” Pedro loved the naturalness they were proposing such things, but they were past the flirting period. It was time for the action. He chose Superman and pointed at Archie after a long sip of beer. “Cousin versus cousin. May the best one win.” And he started to press the buttons. He wanted to win, but the blowjob sounded so good he was considering to let Archie win. There was plenty of time to rim him later.

Pedro raised one eyebrow and gave a quick glance at the other. “You don’t? Huh” he mumbled, quickly checking him from feet to head again. The distraction lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enough to stop pressing any buttons. When he returned his attention to the fight, Firestorm was dead. “Oh, come on!” he threw the controller on the sofa, carefully but pretending to be angry, and then took a deep sigh. “Okay, my turn.” He even stood up to take of his shirt and extended his arms, as if saying Archie ‘look at it, contemplate me’, before taking a seat again. “Although at this rate I’ll have a giant belly instead of muscles” he joked as he took his sixth slice of pizza. “So, a private investigator, you said before you made that mental image of yourself in my head that made me loose? That’s cool. Here we are, a pizza delivery man and a private investigator. Sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke.”