Deb is normally laid back with the rules, but Justin has a cold and she's gone all fucking mother hen. When she answers the door she immediately starts ranting and raving about how he needs his rest.
"I've got his chicken soup right here."
The hand gesture says it all.
Vic bursts out laughing and Debbie wants to yell but she's having a hard time keeping a straight face. I'm up the stairs before she has a chance to compose herself and she must decide it isn't worth it because she doesn't follow.
I find him in his bedroom.
"You look like shit."
"I don't feel so hot either asshole."
"If you weren't hot, I wouldn't be here."
My hands are on his chest, pushing him towards the bed. I yank his ridiculous pajama pants off just as he falls back.
I suck his dick hard and fast, taking him as deep as I can.
He's so loud I'm afraid Deb is going to burst in any minute screaming about his sore throat and resting his voice, so I use my hand to cover his mouth but he bats me away.
"Stop covering my mouth, I can't breath through my nose and you're fucking suffocating me."
"So I guess that means I can't fill your mouth with my dick."
He sits up and runs his hand through my hair and looks at me full of fake sincerity.
"I guess you'll just have to settle for my ass."
That ass is what lured me off the dance floor and over here to Deb's house on a fucking Friday night. And the fucker knows it. Getting up and walking out crosses my mind.
But his dick is right in front of me. Leaking. For all of his cocky bullshit he wants me so fucking bad he'll do anything to get me.
I push him down and go back to his cock.
I do everything he loves. I pinch his nipples and squeeze his balls and tease his hole and the entire time I have his cock lodged in my throat. He's completely fucking gone and he's resorted to a pillow over his face to keep Deb at bay.
And just when I can feel his orgasm coming, I stop.
He's shaking. Literally quivering.
He's sick. And beautiful. And irritating. And it makes me want to torture him endlessly. But at some point Deb's going to barge in here, most likely without knocking, and make me leave.
I figure fuck it. We all know that I can come while Deb's yelling at me. And if he can't, well then that's his problem.
Having his dick in my mouth makes me want to taste his come, but it just doesn't fit into the plan right now.
I strip my clothes off, put on a condom and push his legs up against his chest. I push into him and he tries to grab his dick. He loves the initial stretch, that tight, almost too much feeling, and he's so close he could probably come with just a few strokes. But I don't let him. I pin his arms above his head.
He listens. He'll go along with whatever I tell him right now.
He wants it so bad he tries another tact. He grabs the back of his thighs and pulls them even closer to his body giving me more access.
I take it.
Each thrust is deep and hard. But I go slow. Slow enough that he can't come. All he can do is push up against me and beg for more.
I can feel the slow build of my orgasm begin. His hole feels so tight on my cock and he's squeezing down on me trying to take control anywhere he can get it.
I pull out of him and lean back. His head thrashes on the pillow. He's panting heavily through his mouth but he just looks at me and pulls his legs wider.
I wet my fingers with extra lube and smear it around his asshole. He whimpers. He's finally giving in and letting me have my way. His hole twitches against my fingers. I rub harder and use my other hand to pull gently on his balls.
"I'm going to come now Justin."
I see the confusion and lust on his face when I push into him.
I fuck him the way he wants it. But it's too fast for him. My orgasm hits hard. I don't take time to pull myself together. I moaned loud enough that Deb and Vic probably heard me, which means time is running out. And he has waited long enough.
When I pull away from him this time the cockiness is gone and all that is left is desperation.
I wet my lips and then run them over the head of his dick. He hisses. His precome is all over my lips when I kiss him.
"I'm going to let you come now."
I pet his tight little belly to calm him but every touch just winds him up tighter. He covers his face with his hands when I take him back in my mouth. His legs spread further and I take the hint.
My fingers slide into him easily and I touch him right where he wants it.
The pressure on his prostate puts him over the edge. From the way he moves against me I can tell it was worth the wait. He grabs my head and fills my mouth with his come. I suck through the aftershocks until the tension leaves his body.
I try to lay down beside him, but he pulls me in even closer, almost on top of him, and kisses me. His body is limp but he kisses me long and slow.
"I think I forgot I was sick."
I snort a little laugh and then bury my face in his neck. Just for a minute. Just until Deb kicks me out.
Deb's smug look when I stumble downstairs in the morning is almost too much to handle. So I just ignore her and pour myself a cup of coffee.
She insists I stay for breakfast and I figure I might as well save myself a trip to the diner later.
When Justin comes down the stairs looking like his normal chipper self for the first time in days she breaks out in a huge smile.