Can't Stop Won't Stop

Brandon flicked his tongue on the underside of Peter's cock head, leaning forward to plant a wet kiss and scoop up the newest bead of precum that formed.

"So," he said giving it a long stroke with his hand, "you were saying?"

"Don't...." Peter wheezed, "Don't stop."

Brandon smiled lowering his head once again. He bobbed his head rapidly, drawing a rattling series of moans from Peter before pulling his mouth free again.

"What was that Pete?" He said grinning, holding the base of his cock but no longer stroking it.

Pete looked at him, eyes nearly crossed. Why did he stop? Peter bucked his hips trying to fuck Brandon's fist to no avail.

"Come on...just tell me what you want. " Brandon crooned licking his lips.

"Suck my cock." Peter said without hesitation.

Brandon attacked him with abandon now, sloppily alternating deep throating and sucking the teenagers steamy shaft.

Peter thrashed uncontrollably in the throes of ecstasy. His hands flailed grabbing at his sheets, his hips bucked trying to drive deeper into the warm wet pleasure hole of Brandon's mouth.

Peter felt a familiar tingling start and new a tremendous eruption of cum was imminent. It was all he could do to keep from passing out, gulping air like some one come up from the deep sea.

With a white knuckle grip on his bed sheet he looked down at Brandon's greedily sucking mouth and made a decision.