“Partially, but it’s also because he was a misfit and an outcast. He was different to his peers and didn’t fit in. I could identify with that growing up. Until I met Casey, I didn’t fit in with anyone.”
I wrap my arms around him and pull him into a hug. “I’m glad you met Casey.”
“Me too. Um, we’ve each had another go.”
“We have.”
“That means we get to make out again?”
“Definitely.”
I put my hand on his nape, and he strokes his fingers through my hair as our lips lock and our tongues tangle. It doesn’t take long to wrap our arms around each other, and even less time passes before Emory is lying on the sofa, with me half on top of him. It allows me to kiss him deeper.
“Is this okay?” I ask between steamy kisses.
“Very okay.”
I slip my hand beneath his T-shirt and stroke his soft, silky skin. Yes, his belly is squishy, but I like it. My cock plumps up in agreement and strains against my zipper. A quick glance tells me Emory is hard too.
“Do you still want me to make you come?”
“Yes.” He gasps. “Yes, please. Should we go to my room?”
“It’s up to you. Where would you feel more comfortable?”
He puts his hands on either side of my face. “I’m comfy here, but it might be better to be in my room. More space.”
I haul him to his feet, lead him to his room, and knock the door shut with my foot as we go inside. We tumble onto the bed, resuming the passionate kissing we’d paused in the lounge. He’s so sexy. His glasses keep getting knocked askew, only for him to right them between kisses. His chin is red from my beard, his lips are damp and kiss swollen. His wide pupils are mesmerizingly dark against the vivid, pale blue of his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I undo his jeans.
“So are you. Should I be doing something too?”
“Just do what you’re doing.”
I kiss him and pull the waistband of his underpants over his hard cock. He shivers and whimpers as I grasp his length at the root.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”
I give him one last kiss before moving down the bed.
“Auggie?” His voice is quiet and trembling.
I glance up. “I’m going to make you come.”
He widens his eyes. “You’re going to—?”
“Suck your beautiful cock.” I grin and push his T-shirt up, exposing his belly. I twirl my tongue in his belly button. He tips his head against the pillow as his back arches.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
He curls his hands into his quilt. “I don’t.”
I hold his cock below the head and slide my hand, pulling his foreskin down to reveal the glans. I smirk. I did learn something in biology. I found the lessons on the anatomy of the penis incredibly interesting. A single bead of pre-cum leaks from his slit. I lick it with the tip of my tongue and hum.
“You taste so good.”
