Backstage Pass

Raihan’s huge dick has caused some...problems for him in the past. Namely, that he’s never gotten a full deepthroat blowjob before. People have been claiming they can “take anything” to him for years, and he’s never actually had anyone pull it off. Of course it’s flattering in a certain way when they choke about halfway down, but he’s always wondered what it actually feels like to get a full throat blowjob.  

Until Piers. Skinny little bastard is aware he has no tits or ass or any muscle to speak of, so he’s made up for it with a pretty, soft-as-butter mouth and throat. He pulls Raihan into the backstage of the dimly-lit punk rock venue he’s playing, with the music so loud they can barely hear each other and Piers has to stretch up on his toes to speak into Raihan’s ear, and then slides down onto his knees and tugs down his pants. 

Raihan is expecting the usual shocked, nervous chuckle, but Piers’ eyes only go wide for a moment before he licks his lips, and then grips the base with one hand and drags the head along his cheek with the other. Even the slip of his tongue dragging along the underside makes Raihan brace his hands against the wall in front of him, staring down with a pounding heart as Piers’ deep, oxblood red lipstick starts smearing across his cheeks. The faint puffs of his breath across the shaft, and then he starts swallowing it...and just keeps going.

He has to warm up a little once he gets it about halfway down, bobbing forward and back, but he took more in one go than most people do for the whole thing, and Raihan groans as he watches Piers drool around the length, feeling his tongue flatten and slide underneath until Raihan’s cock slips into his throat. That sudden wet heat, the way his mouth bulges out and his fingernails bite crescents into Raihan’s thighs make him stretch up onto his tiptoes, disbelieving anyone could really do this to him. Piers nuzzles into his stomach, and gags faintly around the length now stretching out his entire throat, the sensation of that alone making Raihan bite into his own fist. Not that it matters, the music is so goddamn loud no one would hear him moan, and he’s certain he’s not the first or the last person to blow a load in here.

But holy shit, he hardly knows what to do with himself as Piers pulls back and coughs, spitting heavy saliva mixed with lipstick down his own chest before going back to it. He fucks his own face with Raihan’s cock, taking every last inch and looking up at him with those sad blue eyes and then—  

The fucker smiles up at him around his own cock. It’ll be the death of him, the way Piers’ lips quirk at the corners, just to prove that he knows exactly what he’s doing as he bobs his head up and down and leaves thick lines of spit trailing across the length and dripping onto the floor.   

Raihan isn’t even ashamed that he only lasts a grand total of ten minutes. The way Piers’ eyes flutter shut and he curls his fingers to grip tight as Raihan cums hard down his throat, shooting out every last drop tells him this is enjoyable for both of them, and when Piers stands, Raihan jerks him off fast and messy and gets a hotel key card stuffed in his pocket. 

For later.