I’m getting hard. I didn’t realize how much I’d like this. How fuckinggoodit would feel sucking Evan’s cock. His weight and taste and the musky smell of his skin so close.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He runs his hand through my hair, grasping at the back.
I moan around him while I stroke myself, feeling so out of control I’m dizzy.
When Evan pulls his dick out of my mouth, I look up at him, feeling drunk.
“Get on the bed,” he says, hisvoice raspy.
I do as I’m told, surprised when my legs actually move how I want them to.
Evan moves toward me and I take in every inch of his body. The definition of his abs and the veins in his biceps and forearms. The St. Christopher sitting between his collarbones and the freckles dotted over his shoulders.
My heart catches, feeling like it jumped into my throat. The boy I’ve loved my whole life is standing right in front of me, except, he’s a man now. And he wants me.
Evan guides me back onto the mattress and lies down beside me, top and tail like how we used to sleep when I’d stay over at his house. He starts planting little kisses on my thighs before brushing his lips along my cock. It’s still a little sensitive, but I let him do it. His brushes turning to licks until he’s wrapping his lips around it and sucking.
His cock is rock hard between us. I guide him by the hips until I can comfortably wrap my lips around him and suck him back as far as I can take it.
“That okay, Nate?” he asks, pulling out. I look down and nod. “Sure?”
“Yes.”
He guides his cock back between into my lips, rubbing the head across my mouth first in a way that makes my cock jump.
“That’s it,” he says and I moan around him again. “Fuck, Nate, that’s it.”
His praise makes my head swim. I love it. I want more. I move my head with his thrusts, forcing him back into my throat, resisting the urge to gag. His breath hitches and his hand tightens on my ass as he guides my cock back between his lips.
Saliva pools and drips down the sides of my mouth, but I don’t care. Evan’s cock is dripping with my spit and the pre-cum I manage to lick up and smear down his shaft before he thrusts deeper each time.
I whimper around him and he pulls out.
“Okay?”
I nod. My eyes are watering, tears dripping down my face.
He sits up and kneels in front of me. “Sure?”
He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me spit, pre-cum, and all.
“Yeah.” I manage to get a hold of myself and wipe my face with the back of my arm. “Put your cock back in my mouth, I wanna make you come.”
He groans, planting kisses on my neck and cheeks.
“I’d rather come while you fuck me, like last time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Did you like it?”
I nod.
I gasp at Evan’s hand on my cock, his thumb teasing over the head. “I’ve got condoms, but they’re in my pants downstairs,” he says
“Don’t worry, I’ve got condoms and lube in the drawer.”
“Good.”
