He licked his fingers again and wiped them across the head of Kid’s dick. Kid’s shaft tightened as it grew even bigger. A ripple, like an electric shock, rushed from the head of his dick to the back of his pelvis.
Is this really happening?He hoped it was.
Treycore went back to stroking his own girth, rubbing his thumb over its head, massaging the base of his shaft with his pinky. He closed his eyes and tossed his head back. Even his thick, veiny neck muscles aroused Kid.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Treycore moaned.
Kid just wanted to sit on his cock. He wanted to feel Treycore’s arms around him, his fingers kneading his flesh, his thumbs torturing his nipples. He wanted Treycore to roll over, trap him beneath him, force his hot breath across his face and curse into his ear.
Unfortunately, Treycore just lay beside him, jerking himself off.
Kid scooted ever-so-slightly closer, attempting to feel Treycore’s body heat. Just a little. That was all he needed. He hoped he wouldn’t notice the movement, but Treycore’s eyes squinted open. He looked to Kid, his blue eyes sparkling, his damp, curling, blond bangs falling over his eyebrows.
“You mind giving me a little help?”
Kid’s thoughts scrambled. Did he just ask that? Or was that in his head?
He stared into those blue eyes, waiting to see if something would happen to prove he wasn’t serious.
Nothing.
Kid couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His mouth dropped onto Treycore’s chest, engulfing his pec.
“Oh, fuck yeah!”
Kid’s tongue swirled around his tit. His hand slid across Treycore’s abs. They felt as hard and solid as he’d imagined they would. He let his fingers delight in every crevice, every sinew. His mind whirled with excitement.
“Ah! Oh!”
A huge load, like whipped cream spraying through the air, spilled across Treycore’s abs and chest.
Several drops landed on Kid’s abs. They were warm, and they were Treycore’s. He continued rubbing his own cock, feeling himself nearing climax.
Treycore smirked. He rolled on his side and positioned his lips beside Kid’s ear. “Thanks for the help,” he whispered.
As his hot breath hit Kid’s earlobe, Kid exploded, shooting like a geyser in an arc that landed in the outlines of his abs.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah!”
Treycore hopped up, grabbed the bathroom towel, and wiped himself off. He threw it to Kid, who did the same. After returning the towel to the bathroom, he hopped back in bed, turning away from Kid without another word.
What just happened?
