"All About Oral" by moosesal
Okay, here's my contribution. 1149 words. Fraser/Kowalski.
Ray liked blowjobs. He was a guy. And really, what guy didn't at least like to be on the receiving end of a blowjob?
Ray liked blowjobs. He was a guy. And really, what guy didn't at least like to be on the receiving end of a blowjob?
He liked getting them and he liked watching them and he even liked giving them. Basically? He liked them.
A lot.
He liked eating pussy, too. In fact, you could say when it came to sex, he was all about the oral. But Ray's love of oral sex? His eagerness, his technique, his interest? Well, it just didn't compare to Fraser's enthusiasm for all things related to tongue and teeth and lips. After all, this was the man who licked dirt and toxic waste. So Ray really shouldn't have been surprised by Fraser's willingness to put his tongue anywhere and everywhere.
And boy did everywhere mean everywhere.
Fraser'd been blowing Ray one lazy Sunday morning, nestled between Ray's spread thighs, licking and sucking and humming. He'd drop his mouth down to Ray's balls and sucked them gently into his mouth. And then again with the humming, which drove Ray insane -- the good insane, of course.
That was all normal. Usual. The kind of thing that Ray'd been appreciating for many years now. And with Fraser, it wasn't just good, but it was the kind of attention that rocked his world and made him come like never before. It was incredible.
But when Fraser put his mouth there? Ray just about hit the ceiling.
With his come, that is. Because he thought he'd come hard before? Well that was nothing.
When Fraser's tongue slipped below Ray's balls, lower and lower and then oh my god right there? Right were no one's mouth had ever been before? Ray's cock twitched. And when Fraser's pushed the tip of his tongue inside? Ray lost it and ended up shooting come onto his face and into his hair.
Okay, so it wasn't actually the ceiling, but if he'd been holding himself straight up, pointing at the ceiling fan above him? He's certain it would have been splattered all over the walls like one of those funky modern art paintings.
So Fraser's tongue in his ass? Just further confirmation that Ray was all about receiving the oral sex. But giving? Well, so far he'd stuck with blowjobs. Because ... well, it just didn't seem clean, you know? But feelings change, right?
Right.
So there they were on a lazy Sunday afternoon having just taken a shower to clean off the sweat and come from earlier that morning. Fraser was standing in front of the bathroom vanity, shaving, a towel that was way too small for him wrapped around his waist. Where the towel came together - or rather, didn't come together because it was too small -- there was this wedge of thigh and Ray just stood there staring at it, unable to look away.
He swallowed and sat down on the lid of the toilet and stared for a moment before finally reaching over and grazing the exposed flesh with his fingertips. Fraser shivered under his touch, his hand freezing for a moment at the edge of his jaw.
“Sorry,” Ray whispered. But he wasn't. Not really. He let his hand slide under the edge of the towel and around the side of Fraser's thigh. His muscles were hard and Ray could feel the slightest shaking in them, tension as Fraser waited for Ray's next move. His razor was still at his face, just millimeters from skin.
Ray slid from the toilet onto the floor, kneeling at Fraser's side and pulled to towel loose with his free hand, his other holding Fraser's thigh up high, right at his groin. His head tipped forward and rested at Fraser's hip. He smelled clean, a vague trace of Ivory soap. His skin was soft and warm beneath Ray's lips as he placed a gentle kiss at the jutting hip bone that was far less bony than his own. Fraser's body was thick with muscles and a layer of fat to protect him in harsh winters. But he was far from overweight.
His body was firm and toned and the most amazing thing Ray had ever witnessed. He tipped his head and let his lips and tongue trace a path back to Fraser's ass. When Ray kissed and then softly bit his ass, Fraser let his hands drop down to the basin of the sink. And when Ray shifted over so that he was behind Fraser, he heard the muted clink of the razor landing in the water-filled basin.
Ray's hands slid up and down Fraser's legs, relaxing him. In actuality, he was relaxing himself. He was scared, but he wanted this and it was now or never.
Ray traced his tongue along Fraser's lower back and down to the cleft of his ass and Fraser whimpered and leaned his weight forward onto the vanity. Ray felt himself grow hard and he let his tongue slide lower, just barely tracing Fraser's skin. His hands came back up Fraser's thighs and this time he reached up and grabbed Fraser's ass and held him open.
He let his tongue slide up and down, grazing Fraser's hole, getting him wet. He felt the tension in Fraser's legs relax as he widened his stance and leaned forward, resting his head on the mirror and letting his upper body take more of his weight.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser moaned. “Yes.”
Ray could feel the weight of his own cock between his thighs as he knelt on the floor and kissed Fraser's pucker with the same attention and care he regularly paid to his mouth, his cock.
He let his tongue push ever so slightly inside of Fraser and heard him whimper again. Ray smiled to himself and gave Fraser's hip a squeeze as his tongue darted out and into Fraser again. He could feel him opening up beneath him. He sucked lightly and then shoved his tongue in again while reaching between Fraser's legs with one hand and cupping his balls.
“Ray,” Fraser gasped. “Please, Ray.”
And Ray was all over this. It was like eating pussy, only it was better because this was Fraser. Why the hell had he waited so long?
Ray could feel Fraser contracting around his tongue, pushing his hips back against his face, and he just kept thrusting and licking and sucking. He kept squeezing Fraser's hip with one hand and his balls with the other and then Fraser was shaking and jerking beneath him, coming in the basin of the sink and calling out “Ray. Ray. Ray. Oh Ray,” as he shuddered and gasped for breath.
And that was Ray's undoing. His cock twitched and he leaned into Fraser's ass as he came on the bathmat without even touching himself.
Yeah, Ray definitely had a thing for oral sex.
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Ray liked blowjobs. He was a guy. And really, what guy didn't at least like to be on the receiving end of a blowjob?
Ray liked blowjobs. He was a guy. And really, what guy didn't at least like to be on the receiving end of a blowjob?
He liked getting them and he liked watching them and he even liked giving them. Basically? He liked them.
A lot.
He liked eating pussy, too. In fact, you could say when it came to sex, he was all about the oral. But Ray's love of oral sex? His eagerness, his technique, his interest? Well, it just didn't compare to Fraser's enthusiasm for all things related to tongue and teeth and lips. After all, this was the man who licked dirt and toxic waste. So Ray really shouldn't have been surprised by Fraser's willingness to put his tongue anywhere and everywhere.
And boy did everywhere mean everywhere.
Fraser'd been blowing Ray one lazy Sunday morning, nestled between Ray's spread thighs, licking and sucking and humming. He'd drop his mouth down to Ray's balls and sucked them gently into his mouth. And then again with the humming, which drove Ray insane -- the good insane, of course.
That was all normal. Usual. The kind of thing that Ray'd been appreciating for many years now. And with Fraser, it wasn't just good, but it was the kind of attention that rocked his world and made him come like never before. It was incredible.
But when Fraser put his mouth there? Ray just about hit the ceiling.
With his come, that is. Because he thought he'd come hard before? Well that was nothing.
When Fraser's tongue slipped below Ray's balls, lower and lower and then oh my god right there? Right were no one's mouth had ever been before? Ray's cock twitched. And when Fraser's pushed the tip of his tongue inside? Ray lost it and ended up shooting come onto his face and into his hair.
Okay, so it wasn't actually the ceiling, but if he'd been holding himself straight up, pointing at the ceiling fan above him? He's certain it would have been splattered all over the walls like one of those funky modern art paintings.
So Fraser's tongue in his ass? Just further confirmation that Ray was all about receiving the oral sex. But giving? Well, so far he'd stuck with blowjobs. Because ... well, it just didn't seem clean, you know? But feelings change, right?
Right.
So there they were on a lazy Sunday afternoon having just taken a shower to clean off the sweat and come from earlier that morning. Fraser was standing in front of the bathroom vanity, shaving, a towel that was way too small for him wrapped around his waist. Where the towel came together - or rather, didn't come together because it was too small -- there was this wedge of thigh and Ray just stood there staring at it, unable to look away.
He swallowed and sat down on the lid of the toilet and stared for a moment before finally reaching over and grazing the exposed flesh with his fingertips. Fraser shivered under his touch, his hand freezing for a moment at the edge of his jaw.
“Sorry,” Ray whispered. But he wasn't. Not really. He let his hand slide under the edge of the towel and around the side of Fraser's thigh. His muscles were hard and Ray could feel the slightest shaking in them, tension as Fraser waited for Ray's next move. His razor was still at his face, just millimeters from skin.
Ray slid from the toilet onto the floor, kneeling at Fraser's side and pulled to towel loose with his free hand, his other holding Fraser's thigh up high, right at his groin. His head tipped forward and rested at Fraser's hip. He smelled clean, a vague trace of Ivory soap. His skin was soft and warm beneath Ray's lips as he placed a gentle kiss at the jutting hip bone that was far less bony than his own. Fraser's body was thick with muscles and a layer of fat to protect him in harsh winters. But he was far from overweight.
His body was firm and toned and the most amazing thing Ray had ever witnessed. He tipped his head and let his lips and tongue trace a path back to Fraser's ass. When Ray kissed and then softly bit his ass, Fraser let his hands drop down to the basin of the sink. And when Ray shifted over so that he was behind Fraser, he heard the muted clink of the razor landing in the water-filled basin.
Ray's hands slid up and down Fraser's legs, relaxing him. In actuality, he was relaxing himself. He was scared, but he wanted this and it was now or never.
Ray traced his tongue along Fraser's lower back and down to the cleft of his ass and Fraser whimpered and leaned his weight forward onto the vanity. Ray felt himself grow hard and he let his tongue slide lower, just barely tracing Fraser's skin. His hands came back up Fraser's thighs and this time he reached up and grabbed Fraser's ass and held him open.
He let his tongue slide up and down, grazing Fraser's hole, getting him wet. He felt the tension in Fraser's legs relax as he widened his stance and leaned forward, resting his head on the mirror and letting his upper body take more of his weight.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser moaned. “Yes.”
Ray could feel the weight of his own cock between his thighs as he knelt on the floor and kissed Fraser's pucker with the same attention and care he regularly paid to his mouth, his cock.
He let his tongue push ever so slightly inside of Fraser and heard him whimper again. Ray smiled to himself and gave Fraser's hip a squeeze as his tongue darted out and into Fraser again. He could feel him opening up beneath him. He sucked lightly and then shoved his tongue in again while reaching between Fraser's legs with one hand and cupping his balls.
“Ray,” Fraser gasped. “Please, Ray.”
And Ray was all over this. It was like eating pussy, only it was better because this was Fraser. Why the hell had he waited so long?
Ray could feel Fraser contracting around his tongue, pushing his hips back against his face, and he just kept thrusting and licking and sucking. He kept squeezing Fraser's hip with one hand and his balls with the other and then Fraser was shaking and jerking beneath him, coming in the basin of the sink and calling out “Ray. Ray. Ray. Oh Ray,” as he shuddered and gasped for breath.
And that was Ray's undoing. His cock twitched and he leaned into Fraser's ass as he came on the bathmat without even touching himself.
Yeah, Ray definitely had a thing for oral sex.
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