My Bullies - Chapter Nineteen

Ethan sucked freely now, head bobbing with eager, sloppy rhythm—deep every time, throat opening smoothly to take Caleb all the way to the root. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room: the slick glide of lips along veined shaft, the soft gluck when he bottomed out, saliva dripping in thick strings from the corners of his mouth down his chin and onto Caleb’s balls. Ethan’s hands braced on Caleb’s thighs, fingers digging in for leverage as he worked faster, hungrier.

Caleb’s breathing turned ragged. His abs tensed under Ethan’s palms, rippling with every deep plunge. Low moans escaped him—soft, broken whimpers that made Ethan’s own cock throb harder between his legs.

“Fuck… I’m close,” Caleb panted, voice wrecked. “Gonna cum—take it all, good boy.”

One final hard push—Caleb’s hand fisted in Ethan’s hair, shoving him down until his nose pressed into pubes and his throat stretched around the full 8.5 inches. Ethan felt the first thick pulse hit the back of his throat, hot and heavy. Then another, and another—ropes of cum shooting straight down, forcing him to swallow reflexively around the buried cock. Caleb whimpered through it, hips jerking in shallow, helpless thrusts, curses spilling softly under his breath—“shit… fuck… yes…”

All the while, Caleb’s bare foot never stopped. During the orgasm it rubbed faster—sole grinding firmly along Ethan’s leaking shaft, toes curling tight around the head, smearing pre-cum everywhere. The sudden increase in friction made Ethan moan around the pulsing length in his throat, his own cock jerking violently, so close to spilling untouched. But Caleb slowed the foot just as Ethan teetered on the brink—reducing it to feather-light touches, teasing the slit with the pad of his big toe, keeping him denied even as Caleb rode out his own release.

Caleb held Ethan impaled for several extra seconds after the last pulse—letting the softening cock rest heavy in his throat, letting Ethan feel every twitch, every aftershock. Then, slowly, he pulled out.

A thick string of cum and saliva connected Ethan’s swollen lips to the glistening head as Caleb withdrew completely. Ethan gasped, coughing wetly, drool and remnants of cum dripping down his chin onto his chest.

Caleb looked down at him—eyes heavy, chest still heaving—and stroked Ethan’s cheek with his thumb.

“Swallow it all,” he murmured. “Every drop.”

Ethan’s throat worked visibly, swallowing the thick load that coated his tongue and throat. The taste lingered—salty, musky, overwhelming. His cock throbbed painfully, untouched and denied.

“You don’t get to cum,” Caleb said softly, almost tenderly. “But you get to taste how good you made me feel.”

Ethan nodded mutely, lips parted, eyes glassy.

Caleb stood, cock softening but still heavy between his legs. He reached down to where Ethan’s discarded clothes lay in a heap and picked up the plain black briefs Ethan had worn over. He twirled them once around his finger, then tucked them into the pocket of his sweatpants on the floor.

“These stay with me,” Caleb said. “A little souvenir.”

Ethan blinked up at him, still on his knees, naked and leaking, cock aching.

Caleb stepped closer, cupped Ethan’s jaw, tilted his face up.

“Go home,” he said quietly. “Get some rest. I’ll see you again really, really soon.”

He leaned down, pressed a single soft kiss to Ethan’s forehead—almost gentle—then straightened and nodded toward the door.

Ethan rose on shaky legs, body still buzzing, cock still hard and dripping. He dressed slowly under Caleb’s watchful gaze—jeans rough against his sensitive skin without underwear, the lack of fabric a constant reminder. When he finally reached the door, Caleb called after him one last time.

“Text me when you get home. Just like before.”

Ethan nodded, throat too raw to speak.

The door closed behind him.

He walked down the hallway on unsteady legs, the cool night air hitting his flushed skin the moment he stepped outside. Every step rubbed the denim against his aching, denied cock. He could still taste Caleb on his tongue.

Really, really soon.