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Henry wasn’t new to sharing space. So having a roommate wasn’t the issue. Hell, his roommate’s little brother, who was visiting for the summer, wasn’t even the issue.
The issue was that Henry liked to game in the living room. Naked.
He sat sunk into the cracked leather couch, Xbox controller in hand, cock propped up on his stomach. It was a nice size, the foreskin pulling away from the rock-hard, shiny head.
Henry was so focused on GTA that he didn’t notice 10-year-old Lincoln emerge from his brother’s room. Unbeknownst to Henry, Lincoln loved to stare at him when the man wasn’t looking.
Henry was six feet of beefy, college footballer. Lincoln had never seen such a hot, curly-haired ginger. He had wide, pale shoulders and a dusting of red fur stretching from pecs to navel, and when he stared at Lincoln, it was with the bluest eyes the boy had ever seen.
Henry didn’t know when he noticed the 10-year-old gawking at his cock, but to say he was taken aback would be an understatement. “Shit—uh—fuck—sorry, I—”
“I can help you with that,” Lincoln said matter-of-factly. Too… matter-of-factly.
“Yeah?” Henry asked, not taking his eyes off the game, even as his cock shuddered against his stomach.
“I like joysticks,” Lincoln said, getting on his knees next to Henry’s legs.
Henry placed his guy against a wall like an NPC to glance at the boy. He was a bony, pale thing. His hair had grown out patchy, with brown roots and bleached straw-yellow tips. Eyes dark, nearly black, eyebrows thin, lips even thinner, his nose narrow and precise. His jaw was wide, though, as was his forehead.
Lincoln’s fingers were picking at a hole in the leather as he nosed the base of Henry’s cock, smelling the thin bed of red hair. “You can keep playing.”
No sooner than Henry had resumed the game, Lincoln’s mouth was on him. His tongue worked the rim, digging into the foreskin as he nommed gently, lapping up the pre coming out of Henry’s piss slit. Henry’s jaw DROPPED. He’d been blown by more boys than most, but this was top five, easy, and that included both of his brothers.
Lincoln looked hypnotized by Henry’s cock, which wasn’t anything new. He pressed his tongue hard and flat against the slit, and Henry choked, sputtering as he fumbled the controller, sending his guy swerving into a cafe.
“Can I finger your slit?” Lincoln asked, Henry’s pre dribbling down his chin like soup.
“I—”
“I can also fondle your balls!” Lincoln continued.
“Let me see your fingers,” Henry finally said, keeping one eye on the game.
Lincoln presented them like the gayest little boy, and Henry reminded himself through his churning-balls light-headedness to talk to the boy later about queer identity. He had fat, stubby fingers, nails bitten to the quick and orange with cheeto dust.
Henry grunted. “Wash your hands first. BOTH. Hands. For at least twenty seconds.”
Lincoln scampered to the bathroom, and when he returned, he was holding his hands out like a surgeon prepping for the OR.
“See?” he said, “I washed all the way to my elbows.”
Henry nodded. “Okay, you can… yeah, go for it.”
Lincoln’s tongue resumed its work, tracing the slit in a way that was more exploratory than sexual. Then, he pinched his thumb and index and slowly wormed the tip of his finger into the soft divot at the tip of Henry’s cock.
“Ohhhh gawwwwwd—fuck!” Henry sucked in a sharp breath, and it was all he could do to stop from dropping the controller. It wasn’t his first time having something in his peehole, and if he had to guess, it wasn’t Lincoln’s first time doing the peehole poking.
He was gentle with it, didn’t jam, just twisted and rotated, like a slightly bigger, fleshier sounding rod.
Lincoln licked around his finger, refusing to take his eyes off the cockhead. “You taste like a penny,” he said, then lapped at the slit again, tongue bumping up against the tip of his own finger.
He giggled, sounding all of ten years old for the first time, then sucked the drool off Henry’s head as he popped his finger out.
Henry’s cock bounced, slapping against his stomach. Lincoln crawled up onto Henry’s lap, so thin it didn’t even register as a weight, just a bundle of pointy limbs. His face was inches from Henry’s, pupils blown so wide they were like black holes. “I like your hair, can I kiss you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He mashed their mouths together awkwardly, teeth clacking. Lincoln had clearly done a whole lotta this too. His tongue was sharp and insistent, slithering along Henry’s teeth as he ground his tiny bod against Henry’s bare skin. Henry just let it happen, cock hard and twitching as he continued working the controller, dodging this way and that to see the screen.
Lincoln pulled back, just a couple inches. “Stop mooooooooving!!”
Henry laughed, the sound more of a grunt as Lincoln buried his face in the man’s neck, lapping and licking and nosing but not biting. Yet.
“You’re making it so hard to aim,” Henry said, not bothering to hide the tremor in his voice.
Lincoln giggled and kept going, arms looped around Henry’s neck, alternating between kissing and sniffing the man’s red curls.
“Shit, you have a redhead fetish or something?” Henry asked.
“I’ve never seen one of you in real life before,” Lincoln replied.
He kneaded at Henry’s shoulders and chest, palms like hot, ticklish sandpaper. Henry could feel the boy tracing lazy circles from his neck to his nips, then back up. “Can I give you a hickey?” he asked, the word coming out wrong, like ‘hee-key’.
Before Henry could answer, Lincoln’s mouth was on his collarbone, open and wet, sucking so hard it made the skin ripple.
It hurt, a little, but Henry didn’t mind. When Lincoln finally peeled himself away, there was a bright purple bruise and the indent of tiny baby teeth. Henry’s cock throbbed in time with Lincoln as he traced his thumb over the new mark.
“Does it taste good?” Henry asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Lincoln replied. The boy wasted no time in finding another patch of skin, just above Henry’s nipple.
Henry ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, feeling the dry hay of the bleach and the soft, clean scalp underneath. Lincoln’s head barely filled Henry’s palm, and as he suckled, his hands crept up to squeeze Henry’s pecs, kneading them like a cat.
Henry moaned through the hickey, his game waylaid for the moment. Henry left his hand on the boy’s head, ruffling the crown and rubbing the nape. Lincoln made a low, happy noise in his throat, then pulled off with a wet pop, grinning, lips kissed red, and leaned in for another.
Lincoln pressed his lips over Henry’s nipple and sucked, hard and slow, until the skin puckered up around it. Henry’s hands twitched, and the controller clattered to the floor.
Lincoln looked up, giggling, and around Henry’s nipple, said, "Hehe good, pay attention to me."
Henry slid a hand down, about to cup the boy’s skinny ass, but stopped, just the pads of his fingers pressing in.
“You can touch me,” Lincoln said, “Wherever.”
Henry’s hand cupped him gently, the curve of bone under thin mesh shorts, no underwear, just pale skin. His palm dwarfed the boy’s whole backside. Henry squeezed, not rough, but enough to let Lincoln feel it.
Lincoln wiggled on his lap, grinding into Henry’s cock, mesh shorts riding up his bony hips. His boner was a tent in his shorts.
Henry pressed his hand between the boy’s thighs, finding Lincoln’s prick. It was small and dry and so hard. Henry thumbed it through the shorts, feeling the heat and the pulse.
Lincoln shuddered, his breath catching. “Harder,” he whined. “Jack me.”
“How the fuck do you know what that means?” Henry said with a laugh.
Lincoln just bucked into his hand in answer. Henry could only shake his head and squeeze the boy’s cocklett between two fingers, pumping. Dragging the mesh against baby smooth skin. Lincoln gasped, and fuuuuuuck was it the best sound in the world, a sound that made Henry’s cock flop up and pound back down against the hair on his belly.
“That good, slut?” Henry asked, working the boy’s shaft through the shorts, palm pressed flat to keep him anchored. That’s what he’d called both of his brothers while fucking them.
Lincoln’s whole body trembled. He made a little, high-pitched “mmff!” and arched his back. “Yeah—yeah—don’t stop—”
Henry pinched the tip, kneading it with his thumb. Lincoln squirmed, legs scissoring as his hips jerked. He bit his lip, eyes glued to Henry’s hand as it worked him.
“I wanna see yours again,” Lincoln said, shimmying off Henry’s lap, kneeling, then laying flat on his belly with his face at cock-height. He licked up the shaft, swirling the tip, then popped the whole head back into his mouth.
“Damn, you got soft hair,” he murmured, cupping Lincoln’s head again, thumb rubbing circles over the buzzed patch at the nape. Henry found himself petting the boy like a puppy. “You ever buzz it all the way down? Bet you’d look hot with a full-on buzzcut.”
Lincoln made a low moan and nodded, mouth still stuffed full of cock, lips rubbing against the ridge and underside. Henry pressed down unknowingly, letting the boy’s lips peel his foreskin back, feeling his piss slit kiss the roof of Lincoln’s mouth.
“Yeah, just like that, you little slut, FUCK.” He kept stroking Lincoln’s scalp as he fed the boy more and more of his uncut man meat.
Never tell a stubborn 10-year-old what to do. Lincoln immediately pulled off. “No! I wanna fondle your balls now.”
Henry groaned, half in frustration, half in anticipation of those small hands on his cum-filled balls. “You can do both.”
Lincoln obviously didn’t agree. He shoved the cock aside with his nose and cupped Henry’s nuts in his palms, rolling them, weighing them, poking at them like stress balls. He pressed his tongue flat against the sack, licking upward, letting out a helium giggle as Henry’s whole body flinched.
“Dude,” Henry said, cock bobbing, “you’re straight up ignoring my dick.”
Lincoln, kneading the sack between his thumbs, said, “Yeah, but you’re not gonna cum yet. That’s not how it works.”
“How DOES it work then, smartass?” Henry tried to thrust his cock at the boy’s face, but Lincoln just turned away, the spongy head hitting his cheek.
“You need to wait,” Lincoln said, voice muffled as he nuzzled in.
“Wrong,” Henry snapped.
Henry’s hand clamped over Lincoln’s jaw, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose until Lincoln’s lips popped open in a startled gasp.
“You need to take the whole thing, now,” Henry said. He lined his cockhead up with the little boy’s mouth and shoved, hard, smooshing Lincoln’s lips against the red, shiny head before giving way, stretching wide, wider, until the tip slid in, scraping his teeth.
“GOD. Such a good fucking mouth on you.” Lincoln’s eyes went wide, then glassy, as the head slid all the way past his teeth and onto his tongue.
The little boy coughed once, the tip kissing the back of his throat, then settled down and let it rest there. Henry’s hand was still knuckled firm on the boy’s nose and jaw.
He let Lincoln hang there, face impaled on the cock. “I’m gonna face fuck you now, and you’re gonna fondle my balls again, if you’re man enough.” Henry palmed the boy’s head, ruffling the hay-blond mop. “How the fuck is your hair this soft after bleaching the shit outta it?”
Lincoln shrugged, or at least tried to. It was kind of hard with a cock shoved down his throat. His hands were cupping and rolling Henry’s balls like he was afraid to break them.
“Seriously, you’re so fucking cute, it’s unreal,” Henry groaned, and Lincoln rewarded him by suckling harder, nose mashed to the curly red hair at the base, tongue thrumming wild against the underside.
Henry half-laughed, half-moaned, “You got magic hands, dude, fuck—” Lincoln’s thumbs pressed in delicately, and Henry’s leg kicked like he’d been struck.
He’d never been milked so gently, so attentively. “God, don’t ever grow up, little slut.”
The rougher Henry got, the more Lincoln seemed to melt, bony body slack and limp as he let Henry use his face. He pumped Lincoln’s skull up and down, up and down, bullying past the teeth, fucking his face wet and red and shiny.
Lincoln’s fingers clung to Henry’s balls for dear life, squeezing and mashing, nails scraping the tight skin, and for a second Henry thought he might actually cum right then, all over the boy’s tongue. So close, so fucking close—he choked on a gasp, hips jerking as he forced more and more into the tiny mouth, wanting to see how much the kid could take.
“Nghn, oh, fuck, ummmmm—” Henry pulled out, his used and abused and rock-hard cock bobbing in front of Lincoln’s face.
That’s when he exploded. The first rope caught Lincoln square on the lip, white and thick, then another across the bridge of his nose, then a streak just under one brown eye. Lincoln tried to catch the next rope in his mouth, but caught it on the forehead instead. He squealed in delight, grinning wide as more shot out, milky streaks painting his cheeks and chin.
By the end, he was covered in cum, but he didn’t seem to mind, just wiped his face with the back of his hand, then licked that, too.
Lincoln smiled, blinking through the spunk running down his lashes. “You taste like warm Greek yogurt.”
Henry snorted, pushing the hair from Lincoln’s forehead. “Let me taste.”
Henry he leaned in and licked a stripe up Lincoln’s nose, the salty mess and boy sweat mingling on his tongue. Lincoln giggled and opened wider, letting Henry tongue the cum from the corners of his mouth before sucking the man’s tongue with greedy, wet little lips.
Henry sloppily kissed the boy until he had licked every last drop from his face, then patted Lincoln’s head affectionately. “How bout you sleep with me tonight?”
Lincoln fist-pumped, then whooped. “Yes!”