Blake Hart
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Walking the Line - Part 8
🕑 Added 2025-01-30 15:00:12 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The next morning, the room was filled with soft sunlight filtering through the blinds, casting golden streaks across the messy sheets. A faint headache lingered behind my eyes as I slowly stirred awake. The sound of slow, rhythmic movement caught my attention before anything else—the unmistakable slick sound of skin against skin.
I blinked blearily, turning my head to the side, and sure enough, there was Walker, sprawled out in bed, his boxers pushed down to his thighs as he lazily stroked himself.
“Dude, again?” I groaned, rubbing my face. “You’re insatiable.”
Walker just grinned, unfazed. “Hi. I’m hungover and horny.” He stretched, his toned body shifting in the morning light, his abs flexing slightly as he continued to stroke himself. His green eyes flicked toward me, playful, teasing. “Why don’t you come here and help me?”
I hesitated, but I could hardly deny I wanted to. The offer was casual, like he was asking me to pass him a drink. My stomach flipped. I shouldn’t. But the heat curling low in my gut made it impossible to say no.
Swallowing hard, I slid out from under my covers and moved toward his bed. He shifted slightly, giving me room, and without thinking too much about it, I leaned down.
My lips wrapped around his thickness, taking him deep into my mouth. Walker let out a deep, satisfied groan, his fingers threading lazily through my hair.
“Fuck, Evs,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
I kept going, growing bolder with every movement—my tongue teasing, my lips tightening around his dick. His breathing grew heavier, his hips shifting slightly, seeking more. His grip in my hair tightened for a moment before he released a shaky breath.
“Shit, you’re good at that.”
I bobbed up and down, my tongue working him over as I played with his balls, earning another moan from him. I alternated between licking his length, swirling my tongue around the head, and taking his balls into my mouth just to hear the sounds he made. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, making his dick glisten with my saliva and his own leaking pre-cum.
I felt him tense—his abs tightening, his balls drawing up.
“Fuck, Evs, I’m cumming—I can’t hold it anymo—”
I sealed my lips around the swollen head just as he spilled into my mouth. Thick, salty ropes pulsed from him, and I tried to take it all, but there was too much. It dripped from the corners of my lips, sliding down my chin. Walker let out a breathless laugh at the sight of me, covered in his release.
I wiped my mouth, smirking, and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, Walker pulled me back onto the bed, a lazy grin on his face.
“Your turn.”
Before I could protest, he was already moving, settling between my thighs. He tugged down my boxers in one smooth motion, his lips wrapping around me—warm, wet, eager. I gasped, my fingers clenching the sheets.
He was still inexperienced, like me, but we both seemed to be figuring it out fast. He was eager, his tongue dragging along my length before circling the head, testing, learning. His messy hair fell into his face as he focused entirely on me, and fuck, the sight of him like that was almost too much.
He mirrored everything I had done to him, playing with my balls, his spit making them wet, slick noises filling the room as he licked up every drop of pre-cum like he couldn’t get enough.
“Yes, W. Just like that,” I murmured, my voice strained with pleasure.
He seemed spurred on by my praise, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing as he worked his mouth over me. Occasionally, his tongue flicked over my sensitive slit, making my hips jerk.
I felt it building fast, pleasure coiling tight in my stomach until it finally snapped. My hips bucked as I came hard down his throat, a strangled moan escaping me. He swallowed every drop without hesitation.
And then, before I could stop myself, the words slipped out.
“I love you.”
The air went still. Walker blinked up at me, his lips still parted, his breathing uneven. Then, to my absolute shock, he grinned and swallowed my load.
“Haha! I love you too, man.”
But my chest was still tight, the confession burning on my tongue. My hands clenched the sheets as I forced myself to say it.
“I think I love you more than a best friend.”
Walker’s grin faltered. His brows furrowed slightly.
“Huh?”
Comments
Devin
I hope his feelings are are mutual, wanted and returned.
Jules
What a great way to wake up! I wonder if anybody heard them lol
