Frank lay back on the couch, arms spread wide, gripping the cushions as a soft groan escaped his lips.
“Ohhhh… that’s so nice…”
His tongue slid across his lower lip, slow and lazy. He had his eyes closed, not because he didn’t want to see the beautiful sight in front of him, but because he wanted to focus all his senses on what was happening to his dick.
Cris’s mouth felt soft as sin as the boy slowly, hungrily swallowed him. The way his tongue swirled around Frank’s shaft, the soft, wet lips massaging the base of his dick… It was the best feeling Frank could ever remember having.
Not that he could think of anything else with such a sweet mouth on him.
“You’re so good at that.”
He let his hand slide off the couch and into Cris’s curls, kneading the tendrils of hair that spilled out from the boy’s scalp. That hair, silky smooth and black as midnight. It drove Frank fucking wild. How did he get so lucky?
Cris slid his mouth off of Frank’s cock and grinned. “It helps when you do it for the love of the game,” he said, giving Frank’s slick shaft a few pumps.
Frank bit his lip, savoring the softness of Cris’s fingers on his tool. When the boy took him into his mouth again, it felt like entering heaven.
Cris cradled his balls in the palm of his hand, rolling the swollen marbles around as he sucked him. His other hand trailed over Frank’s body, raking through the hair on Frank’s belly and the gray pelt that covered the old man’s chest. Cris’s touch felt incredible. His fingertips brought goosebumps to Frank’s skin, sending a spasm through his spine and causing him to raise his hips slightly off the couch, pressing deeper into Cris’s mouth.
He was starting to get close. He wanted to make it last forever, but he also wanted to see the hungry look in Cris’s eye as the boy swallowed his seed. Since he’d gotten boypregnant, the kid had become ravenous for Frank. The old man had never had so much sex in his life, not even on his honeymoon. It didn’t matter whether Cris was bent over the bed, taking him in the ass, or kneeling before him on the couch, swallowing his seed—every day for the last few weeks, Frank had done his duty and cum inside him.
Not exactly a bad lot in life!
“Oh God, I’m cumming,” Frank moaned.
Cris started sucking harder. He gave Frank’s balls a hard tug, making the old man release a low, guttural moan as his cock throbbed and his release poured forth. Cris swallowed him to the root, getting his seed directly down his throat.
Despite the intense, blinding pleasure, Frank forced his eyes open to watch Cris take him. His nose was buried in Frank’s dense gray pubic hair, but the look in his eyes was undeniable—the boy was in heaven.
Frank could feel his tongue running along the underside of his cock, milking him of the last of his seed. Fuck, this boy was hungry. Despite his advanced age, Frank felt young and virile, knowing how desperate Cris was for him. Knowing that it was his seed that had taken root in Cris’s boywomb, the same seed that was now nurturing and growing the life inside him.
Fuck.
Even when Frank’s balls had run dry and his shaft had started to deflate, Cris kept his mouth latched on tight. Frank laughed, gently stroking the boy’s cheek. “You did so good. That felt amazing, thank you.”
Cris finally let his dick slide from his lips, his tongue flitting around the corners of his mouth to catch any remaining drops of Frank’s cum. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how amazing I feel after swallowing your cum. I feel like I could… climb a mountain, or something.”
Frank laughed. He grabbed Cris’s shoulders and pulled him up beside him on the couch. He put his arm around him and nuzzled his cheek. “Maybe leave the mountain climbing until after our little guy’s born.”
His hand drifted to Cris’s stomach, as it always did after sex. He didn’t know if it was his subconscious checking to see if the baby was still safe, or if he was reminding himself that there was, in fact, a life in there.
Cris was about 12 weeks along now, almost into his second trimester. He was relatively lithe, so you could notice a little bit of a baby bump if you looked closely with his shirt off. Frank was surprised at how much it turned him on to see the slight swell in Cris’s stomach, knowing he’d put it there. He tried to picture what it would look like when Cris was further along, when his belly started to bulge and the signs of his pregnancy became impossible to ignore.
Fuck.
Cris’s hand landed on top of Frank’s, pressing the older man’s palm into his stomach. “Sometimes I can’t believe it’s real,” he said softly.
He met Frank’s gaze and smiled. “But then I get this overwhelming craving for dick, and it’s a pretty good reminder.”
They both laughed. Frank loved the way the edges of Cris’s eyes crinkled when he laughed, even though he lacked the crow’s feet that had permanently etched themselves into Frank’s own face. How could a man be so beautiful? Even though Frank had known he was attracted to men over the years, he’d never looked at a man like he did Cris. The delicate features of the boy’s face, so beautifully masculine and feminine at the same time… Frank could stare at him forever.
Before he knew it, his mouth was on Cris’s. The boy’s lips parted immediately, allowing the older man’s tongue entry. They didn’t always kiss, and Frank wasn’t sure whether it was a good idea. It was hard enough keeping himself from falling in love with the Momdad of his child.
But sometimes he just couldn’t help himself.
They kissed long and hard, so long, in fact, that Frank almost thought he’d be able to go for a second round. Maybe Cris would let him enter him right here on the couch, lying on his back, where they could keep kissing and he could stare into those beautiful, round eyes while they made love.
Jesus, made love. Now he was really starting to sound like an out-of-touch boomer.
While he was debating his ability to rise to the occasion once more, Cris put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. “I should probably get going,” he said softly.
“You don’t wanna cum?” asked Frank.
Cris shook his head. “I’m okay. To tell you the truth… sometimes it feels better if I don’t. I don’t know if I’m like, losing testosterone when I cum, or what, but the relief usually lasts longer if I don’t.”
He scrunched up his nose in a really cute way and added, “Besides, it’s getting kinda late. And I have a ton of articles to write in the morning.”
Frank nodded. “Of course. I need to shower, anyway.”
Cris smiled. “I should probably shower too. I think I worked up quite a sweat giving you that blowjob.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining!”
Cris’s laugh was infectious. Frank wanted so desperately to kiss him again, but the boy had already said he needed to go.
“You can shower first,” said Frank.
“Oh, no. Please, you go,” said Cris. “It’s your house.”
“Are you sure?”
Cris smiled warmly. “I’m not in that much of a hurry.”
Frank grinned. He made it to his bedroom, his hand on the knob of the door to the bathroom, when the thought occurred to him: should he have asked Cris to join him in the shower? Would that have been appropriate?
To be fair, he had just cum in the boy’s mouth. And they’d been having sex for weeks now. But sharing a shower together seemed… intimate.
He stayed there agonizing for several moments before deciding that, on balance, it was too late now to go back and ask Cris if he wanted to join. That would just make things awkward, and things had finally started to flow between them again.
He stood under the warm water, feeling the heat spread across his body, trying not to imagine Cris standing underneath him, his curly hair growing damp under the spray as rivulets cascaded off the edges of his curls. He could practically see the shy smile on the boy’s face, feel him press his lips against Frank’s neck, feel those smooth hands sliding up his legs and grabbing his–
Fuuuuuck.