Chasing The Summer Hearts

CHAPTER 11

"KNEEL DOWN and open your mouth, make sure to hit all appropriate notes." Yrozze said huskily as he pushed Roscoe's head down and made him kneel in front of him. Roscoe's eyes landed on the large bulge facing towards him and licked his lips, knowing that he would be eating such kind of food for the night as his dinner.

Yrozze never let his head break away from his right hand. Instead, he used his left hand to unbuckle the belt to opening the button of his pants to zipping down the zippers. "Fuck." He cursed as he immediately opened his boxers and suddenly, his rock hard c**k slapped Roscoe's face.

When it faced Roscoe's face, he crept a smile on his lips. He was ever so big, long and throbbing that he still couldn't answer the fact that this massive c**k entered his hole and rammed again and again. "I really didn't think you could be this big, long and thick. Can it fit on my mouth?" Roscoe asked, worriedly.

That made Yrozze smirked.

"There is no substitution if you want to pursue what you love. Throat it deep and try." He replied. Roscoe could only nod. "Now, let's start," Yrozze added. Roscoe slowly brought his head closer to his c**k while looking at Yrozze who was now looking at him while smiling. His gray colored long sleeve polo was unbuttoned so that his abs on the vicinity of the sight was flaunted and obvious. It made him more horny and scorched in heat.

He started licking the center of his c**k, coating it with a saliva.

The c**k follows the movement of his mouth by swaying gently as his tongue touched the skin of his genital. "Hmm," He moaned. His lips had a mind of its own, and he found himself sucking the tip of his c**k, sending shivers of ticklish pleasure toward Yrozze's body.

The grip tightens at the back of his hair as he heard Yrozze groaned a little.

"F-Fuck...you're m-mouth..." He said.

That made Roscoe smiled, knowing that he already satisfied his man with a just a simple action. How much more if Roscoe swallowed his length? Licking and nipping the hole of his c**k deliriously sent shivers down Yrozze's spine.

His tongue was professional, his lips were soft. It could make him go crazy.

"Please...put your...mouth in..." He pleaded.

Roscoe was moved by this. It was the first time that Yrozze begged such kind of thing. To reward him up, he obliged to follow his instruction. Roscoe removed his mouth on Yrozze's c**k and looked at him. When he saw his sweat prior to the temperature that suddenly arises around the ambiance, and the underlying horny face he's exhausting, Roscoe immediately opened his mouth and slammed his c**k inside.

"Urgh! Fuuck!" Yrozze screamed in pleasure.

When Roscoe opened his eyes, he felt the part of his c**k hit the back of his throat, that's when he actually realized that he actually deep throated him.

That made his throat irritated, constricted. And he involuntarily gagged by coughing up enough saliva to drip out of his mouth.

He can't breathe so he immediately pulled his c**k out of his throat and it ended up with him coughing repeated times. "Your cock...is...very...big and...long..." Roscoe complained while coughing. He can't seem to breath properly after acting so fast without any prior thinking.

Huffing, Yrozze smiled at him, satisfied, but not so.

"I guess, my c**k wants your throat that's why it got harder and bigger." He replied.

"What's the connection? I can't seem to find the logic behind your reasoning," Roscoe glared. On the the other hand, Yrozze rose his brow and gently caressed the sides of his hair with two of his hands attached on each sides.

"You know, people who are very noisy should..."

Without proper warning, in just a blink of an eye, Yrozze's c**k was on Roscoe's throat. Then he started thrusting himself going in and out of his mouth at a fast rate of speed. "Be...shut...with a...dick..." Yrozze continued, panting as he slammed his c**k inside his throat back and forth.

The latter who was receiving was just gagging, choking and coughing on how hard and fast the momentum exhaust. Roscoe held Yrozze's thigh and gripped the sheets of his black slacks while tears rolled down on his eyes.

Ah f**k, I can't breathe.

Can't f*****g breathe.

"How's the taste? Is it good?" Yrozze looked down.

Roscoe could only moan muffledly while sucking his c**k.

"Hmm, I guess you're enjoying this multi-sized c**k made VIP just for you." He replied. Roscoe deliberately stopped sucking and looked at him. "Hmm? Why're you confused? Aren't you happy that you found a person who's c**k is as large as a can? Take note that men who have large and long c***s are very rare to find and are precious as an elegant diamond." Yrozze added.

Without any word, Yrozze resumed thrusting himself.

"Ah..." He groaned.

Gurgling and gagging sounds filled the whole room. Only the sound made Yrozze more hornier than ever. "Fuck...I love the sound that you make. It makes me more hornier! Argh f**k, let me violate your throat." He groaned.

Roscoe couldn't do anything and let him destroy his mouth and his throat through thrusting his hips back and forth. And Roscoe did was to cough, gag, choke and gargle the c**k he's sucking. Saliva continuously dripped down his mouth, creating a schlicking sound.

"Ah f**k I'm near." Yrozze moaned.

"Oh, ah! f**k it!" He groaned as he felt his seed going up towards his urethra. And how did Roscoe knew that he was about c*m? Well, his throbbing c**k could say so. With this, he actually started sucking him so hard that his cheeks ached in pain. But he didn't give much attention because he does love seeing Yrozze in so much pleasure brought about by his professional act.

"Oh, hah! ah!" Yrozze's eyes twitched.

The pleasure was just unbearable that he pushed Roscoe's head down to meet the skin of his crotch, drilling his throat.

"Ah! you're mouth is...oh! ah!" He threw his head back on the air as he couldn't control his heat and how pleasuring Roscoe's mouth is.

"Here I come, ah fuuck!" He screamed as he exploded inside Roscoe's mouth. That made Roscoe's throat irritated that he actually blew Yrozze off because coughing uncontrollably. "Take it baby." Yrozze said lovingly.

And Roscoe took it inside his mouth even if he can't breath properly.

When Yrozze's grip on his head lightens, he immediately pulled his mouth out of his c**k and immediately coughed multiple times, gaping for air. His sight are now blurry. Natumba siya malapit sa paanan ng kama.

"Y-You..." Roscoe muttered.

But in just a matter of seconds, he just found himself carried by Yrozze like a sack of rice and gently placing him on the bed.

"We're not done yet." Aniya.

Confusion drawn in Roscoe's face.

That's when Yrozze discarded his upper garments and suddenly nipped the erected n*****s that proudly stood on each side of his chest. Because of this, Roscoe's body immediately rose up, with his head ended at the back of his body.

He was now moaning and panting.

"Hah! Y-Yrozze, ah! hmm!" He gripped Yrozze's head while he lavishly ate his n*****s as if it was a delicious delicacy made possible by proper ingredients.

"Hmm, umm." Yrozze groaned as he sucked, licked, twisted and nipped his n*****s through the professional exhaustion of his mouth, tongue and his hands. "Oh f**k! Oh f**k! Oh f**k!" He navigated every part of his soft hair. His hands following the flow of the momentum of his head.

Pabaling baling ang ulo ni Roscoe at hindi mapakali ang katawan niya. The feeling is just very good that made him pushed Yrozze down to suck his n****e very hard.

"Ah! Oh! ah s**t! f**k!" Sigaw niya.

Hearing this kind of reaction, made Yrozze smile satisfactionally.

When he got enough of sucking his n*****s, his tongue trailed from to until bottom. "Hmm, so feisty." He said as he discarded the remaining clothes that covered his lower body. When he removed his shorts and his boxers, his c**k splurted his seed.

"Oh? You came? I didn't even touch your c**k yet. Hmm? so strange." He smirked.

Roscoe blushed madly and covered his face with his hands while he turned sideway to avoid looking at Yrozze's teasing look. "Why're you shy? we're only the ones inside this room?" He lovingly said.

"How am I supposed to show any audacity?! Eh sa paraan nga ng pagtingin mo saakin ay parang nagpapahiya ka sa harap ng maraming tao?" Reklamo niya.

Tumawa lang si Yrozze at hinalikan ang ulo niya.

"I told you, we're the only ones in this room. How come am I able to embarrass you in front of audiences? Do we have some people looking at our room right now?" Yrozze replied, smirking.

"N-No..." Roscoe bit his lip.

"Then,"

Yrozze suddenly elevated his butt, ended up Roscoe's body on the bed and the other half of his body was floating on the air, resting on Yrozze's thighs. His c**k was pointing inside his hole, and it excited Yrozze the f**k out of him.

When Yrozze touched his perineal area, he was confused as to why it is oozing in wetness.

"Hmm? Why're you very wet?" He asked.

"I don't know! How am I supposed to answer?! All I could feel is the underlying heat I'm undergoing now, accompanied by a strange sloppy feeling inside me. It seems it wanted something." Roscoe said seductively.

"Well," Yrozze smirked.

He suddenly slammed his c**k inside him, thrusting in and out of his hole. On the receiving end, Roscoe was now moaning and screaming in pleasure as he felt his hardness and length inside him. It was like his c**k was brushing off something inside him that made him moan and arch his body even more.

"Ah! Ah! Yeah! That's it! Rub it! Ah f**k! f**k!" He chanted.

And when it dawned Yrozze, he noticed something. He felt something hitting his c**k and sliding it against, making a friction. "Ahh! Yrozze! That's it! That's it! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Roscoe moaned.

That's when he traced something.

A thing that kept hitting his c**k, and the delirious moans that Roscoe exhausted, a kind of moan he didn't ever heard before. "Is this your spot?" He suddenly asked.

"Yes Daddy! Ah! f**k me harder! hit that spot! ugh f**k!" He replied.

"Yrozze! Yrozze! Yrozze!" Halinghing niya.

Yrozze was blessed to hear his name being chanted like that in his ears.

That fueled him to thrust him hard even more.

"f**k, you're so tight. Very tight. It sucks my c**k in." Yrozze groaned as he continued thrusting inside him at an impeccable speed. "Ah! Ohh!" Roscoe was moaning and shivering on the other end. His sight started to loose and get blurry and his saliva dripped down on his mouth uncontrollably.

Lewdness was evident in his face.

"Yeah, f**k me! f**k me harder!" He screamed.

Napangisi si Yrozze at mas inararo pa siya ng mabilis. Hindi alintana ang sakit sa balakang dahil hindi naman niya ito nararamdaman. Ungol lang ni Roscoe ang maririnig sa buong kwarto. Although Yrozze moaned and groaned at the same time, but not like Roscoe who was moaning deliriously and arching his back.

Red marks was present all around his body.

Basically, he's very destroyed.

And Yrozze was happy, because he crafted such beautiful artwork. Like in art, through different combination of colors and designs, the art becomes very attractive. And that's what he considered about the result between him and Roscoe.

Mi Amore is very beautiful.

"Argh darn it! I'm near honey!" Yrozze said.

"Then...m-make it faster! Ah!" Roscoe replied.

His big and long c**k, drilling down Roscoe's hole was already numb and he could just feel the slimy and slippery feeling. It was ticklish and weird. "Ah! It feels weird!" Roscoe cried. Walang nagawa si Yrozze dahil ayaw niyang i-alis ang kanyang alaga sa loob ng binata dahil sa nalalapit niyang pagputok.

"Just...bear...with...i-it...baby..." Yrozze replied.

"Just a little...more..." He added.

Yrozze continued slamming his c**k inside him and the latter continued to moan, but this time, it was now hoarse. Roscoe's body was already shaking and his consciousness gradually decreased. But somehow, he still managed to be conscious and look Yrozze in front.

His hands suddenly reached him and wrapped it on the back of his neck as he received every pound of his c**k inside him.

It felt ethereal.

"Oh f**k! here I come!" Yrozze groaned as he fasten his pace like a cheetah, running in the wild and exploded inside him without any protection such as condom and no lubes, only his wetness.

When Yrozze already finished exploding inside him, he slumped at the bed, beside Roscoe. Both of them were panting and gasping for air. Gradually, Roscoe's conscience immediately bagged down and he passed out. They were making out for the past 5 hours with little break.

"Roscoe? Roscoe? Babe?" Yrozze called.

But no one answered.

He elevated his upper body and tilted to look at his face.

He smiled when he saw how soundly he sleeps on the bed.

Sighing, he stood up on the bed and took a bath. When he went back to the bed, he immediately covered his body with a comforter and kissed his forehead. "I love you, Mi Amore." He said.

He headed towards his closet and changed himself unto a sleeping clothes. When it was finished, he went back to the bed and slumped himself next to a sleeping Roscoe who was naked at the moment. Before closing his eyes, Yrozze reached for his forehead and kissed it. After kissing, his lips landed on Roscoe's. "I love you so much, baby." Yrozze said. He pulled Roscoe's hand and intertwined himself to him and then he closed his eyes.

Unbeknownst to Yrozze, Roscoe was awake when his lips touched his forehead and lips.

And it felt very ethereal.