But his words dissolved into a moan as Graham took him deeper, knocking Thad’s hand away and beginning to slowly bob his head over his length.
Thad shuddered and cupped Graham’s head in both hands.
Graham hadn’t made it to the NHL by doing things halfway or not giving it his all. If he was going to give a blowjob for the first time, he was going to do itright.
And this was fucking hot.
He liked the feel of Thad’s fingers gripping the sides of his head. He liked the musky scent of him in his nose and the way Thad’s cock jerked a little in his mouth when he did something right.
He liked the ache in his own cock as it pressed against the fly of his underwear.
Thad seemed to finally get on board because he stopped holding Graham back, instead, gently guiding Graham into a steady, gliding rhythm over his cock.
Eventually, they picked up speed, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the air.
And then it was like being on the ice for Graham, finding the proper rhythm for his breathing and his movements, anticipating what he needed to do next.
Graham suddenly remembered where they were and shivered at the thought they could get caught. The little hint of riskamplified everything, until his head was swimming with need, his cock hard, his balls aching.
And, when Thad’s grip on his skull tightened, Grahan felt the same pride he did after a really good pass connected or he got the assist on a game-winning goal.
“Almost there,” Thad said breathlessly, gently coaxing Graham to lift off his cock with a wet pop. “You don’t have to swallow me. Just …”
But Graham was sick and tired of Thad trying to only give him part of the experience, so he gripped Thad’s thighs more tightly and sucked harder, forcing him into the back of his throat.
He choked a little and he did almost back off then, but Thad moaned quietly, his cock jerking as he spilled into Graham’s mouth. “Fuck. Fuck …”
Thad’s thrusts turned a little erratic, his ragged breathing filling the air before he finally let out a soft, breathless laugh and tugged Graham off. “Okay, shit, I can’t take anymore. That was …”
Graham sat back on his heels, smiling a little smugly up at his boyfriend. Thad’s cum lingering in his mouth wasn’t the most pleasant flavor, but he liked it anyway. Liked what it represented. “Good?”
“Yeah, you were fucking perfect. God, you really are my dirty boy, aren’t you?”
His cock wasn’t fully soft yet, hanging thickly between his thighs and still a little wet from Graham’s mouth.
Graham licked his lips. “I want to be.”
“Oh, you are.” Thad cupped the back of Graham’s head in one hand and his cock in the other, smearing the remnants of his cum across Graham’s lips. “Trust me, you are.”
Graham shivered, his own cock hard and aching in his sweats. He palmed himself through the soft fabric and groaned.
“C’mere,” Thad growled, reaching for him.
He hauled Graham to his feet, turning and pressing him back against the concrete block wall. He crowded in close, dipping a hand into Graham’s sweats and kissing him.
They made out for a few minutes, Thad using the wetness at the tip of Graham’s cock to jerk him off.
Graham whimpered when he pulled away but it was only to hold his palm up to Graham. “Lick,” was all he said but Graham got the idea quickly enough and dragged his tongue across Thad’s hand.
His hand was slicker as he stroked Graham’s cock again and Graham shuddered against him.
“Thought you were usually prepared?” he murmured against Thad’s mouth.
“Not atwork,” Thad said with a small laugh, twisting his hand just right.
Graham’s thighs shook. “Maybe you should start in the future,” he choked out.
The look in Thad’s gaze was heated and he leaned in again, kissing Graham deeply.
