Cock Worship

“Keep worshipping my cock, faggot,” Edmund commands, “I want you to make me cum, and quickly, using only your lips and your tongue. You don't get to have my cock in your mouth until I want to use you like that, you little fucking faggot.”

I hum softly against his cock, offering him sensual vibrations, in acceptance of his command. I lick my way up to his plush crown, kissing it lovingly and then sliding down. I offer a trail of kisses, all the way down to his hilt, and then another lick.

His fingers flex at his sides, clenching into fists and then stretching until they pop, then curling again as he grabs the rail, behind him. He leans back, forcing me to come forward onto the porch, openly, kneeling nude, serving my friend publicly.

If it were broad daylight, there might be onlookers, but at this time of night, it's rather safe. I offer him as much vibration as I can, sliding my lips down his phallic shaft, kiss after kiss, before licking my way back up to the plush girth of his helm.

“Fuck, that feels good, faggot,” Edmund praises me, and I moan against him, keeping my eyes on the prize standing before my eyes, hard and in a faint, straining arc. I'm pretty certain I could take his entire cock cleanly to the hilt, if he desired it.

His fingers flex against the railing, curling until his knuckles are white, and the wood creaks. Mom walks away, leaving us, letting Edmund enjoy me however he wants. My cheeks colour, as I feel ever more like a whore with Mom just walking off.

Edmund groans above me, and I glance up to see him staring down at me, biting his lower lip hard. He groans as he makes eye contact, staring into my brown eyes. “Never knew you were such a faggot! Fuck, I feel like I should have known this!”

“I didn't realise it, either,” I murmur against his cock, and Edmund slaps me hard. I don't stop licking and kissing his cock, I simply take it as he smacks me as hard as he wants. My cheek reddens from the impact, but Edmund doesn't apologise.

“I didn't give you permission to talk, fag,” Edmund growls at me, but nods. “I realise you didn't know, but all the more that means I should've realised. I should've been a better friend, realised what a fag you are, and put you in your place myself.”

“Mm,” I moan in answer, not daring speak again, and Edmund's lips twitch into a cocksure smile. He watches me not even complain about being slapped, simply take it and continue worshipping his prick. His eyes twinkle with a new mischief.

“Oh. Did you like me slapping you and telling you not to talk, faggot?” he demands, and when I don't answer verbally, just moan, Edmund slaps the other side of my face, every bit as hard. “I asked you a direct question, fag. I expect an answer.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer submissively, and Edmund grins at me wickedly. He sneers down at me as he spits directly on my face. His cock flexes under my tongue as I lick my way up his shaft, grinding the tip of my tongue across his sensitive frenulum.

“Fuck, well, at least I'm putting you in your place, now, faggot,” Edmund says smugly, “Even if you may not remember it. I'll certainly remember it, fucking fag.” I moan gently into his cock as I kiss my way down his shaft, feeling his heartbeat.

“Fuck, you're such a little slut!” Edmund growls lustfully, his cock starting to pulse after only a few minutes of me working on his meat. “Edge me, faggot, I have more time.” Obediently, I shift my pace, changing things up a bit to delay his release.

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