Page 27 of Caged Hunger

“And this?” Cameron popped the top of Basher’s jeans and slowly pulled his zipper down and over the bulge there.

Another nod.

A bit of the tension against his cock eased as the cotton of his underwear expanded with its newfound freedom.

Cameron’s eyes dilated as he watched his cock move.

Basher couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever been this fucking hard. Seeing his bulge so fucking close to Cameron’s lips was driving him out of his mind.

“Jesus…” Cameron moaned as he pulled Basher’s jeans down around his thighs.

Basher’s grip on the bar tightened, his knuckles whitening as he watched Cameron reach into the folds of his boxer briefs and pull out his aching cock.

“Fuck, you’ve got the nicest dick I’ve ever seen.” Cameron gasped, gripping the base of his shaft as he admired Basher’s cock in all its glory.

Letting out a low groan, Basher watched as the boy slowly ran his tongue over the tip of his cock, gathering the bead of precum that had been glistening there ever since Cameron had freed him from his jeans. The sight sent a shiver through him, his muscles tensing as he fought to keep himself under control.

Moaning softly, Cameron swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes. Taking his time, he traced a languid path along the length of Basher’s shaft, from base to tip, savoring every reaction he drew from him.

The dude was incredible.

It was the way Cameron took his time that unraveled Basher. Every slow stroke, every lingering touch seemed designed to test his restraint. The entire experience was driving him mad.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more teasing, the cock-sucking demon dove down onto his dick, taking it all the way down to his balls, like he was in some sort of Olympic dick-sucking event.

Basher let out a moan as his hips jerked forward. The move was involuntary, a reaction to the pleasure suddenly shooting from deep within his balls.

Jesus, he’d better not come yet. Nobody liked a man who was quick on the trigger.

“Fuck…” Basher whispered, caressing the back of Cameron’s head as the boy continued to devour his dick. “That’s a good boy. Take all of Daddy’s dick deep in your throat.”

Cameron moaned as his grip on Basher’s dick tightened.

It seemed that Cameron was into the daddy/son role-play.

He could feel the suction around his dick increase as the hungry boy continued his assault on it.

Guiding him, Basher watched as his dick disappeared between the hungry boy’s lips.

He felt Cameron gag as he reached the back of his throat.

Taking all of Basher’s dick was no easy task, and since this was his first time taking it, Basher was impressed with the boy’s level of skill.

“Mmm, I want you to throat-fuck me.” Cameron gasped, eyes all watery and saliva dripping from his lips.

Basher smirked. “With pleasure. Tap my thigh if you need me to stop.”

A wicked smile spread across Cameron’s handsome face.

It was in that moment that Basher knew he had stumbled across something special.

Gripping the back of Cameron’s head, Basher began using Cameron’s mouth like his own personal sex toy—pumping his cock with long, deep strokes.

The boy moaned.

Basher snapped his hips forward and set a relentless pace, his restraint finally giving way as he chased the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”