Perv

I shouldn't be surprised.

When Punk disappears beneath the table, I whisper that he'd better get back up here, now. Just as I hear the water running, his lips surround my dick.

Fuck.

I give up telling him to stop. At least he gives really good head.

He sucks hard, then rolls his tongue around the head, swirls my piercing, then licks back down the shaft. I hold in a groan.

At least I'm trying to be quiet. Punk, the little shit, is moaning out loud like he hasn't tasted my dick for ages.

I yell at Mom that Riley prefers bottled water.


Punk

He tastes delicious and I try to get as much of him as I can in my mouth. My idiot doesn't make it easy.

It's like he has a split personality.

He hisses, "Stop it, you little shit," then cups his hand around the back of my head and pushes in a little further.

When I choke, then gag, he strokes my hair, saying sorry without words.

I decide that I must have epic skillz when he tenses; he's ready to blow and I've only been going down on him for a minute.

Then I hear his mom's, "Where's Riley?"