ARLO
I'm chasingmy orgasm like a kid in a candy store. I want everything, and I want it right now.
Giving in to our attraction was inevitable. Now I can see it because Levi isn’t just another guy. He has the potential to betheguy.
“Fuck, Arlo,” he groans, tightening the grip of his legs around me.
Even though I’m pinning him down on my bed, I feel the weight of the change between us. There will be no going back.
I speed up my thrusts, feeling the build-up at the base of my spine.
“Levi, I’m close,” I warn.
“Come all over me, baby. Mark me. Make me yours.”
His words are enough to take me over the edge, and I come with my face buried against his neck. I don’t even know if I accidentally bit him or sucked on his skin.
He comes shouting my name. I can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse. Maybe a bit of both.
I definitely like that thought.
“I knew I should have jumped you when I saw you with a vase of dicks. Someone who grows dickshasto know what they’re doing with theirs,” he says.
I let out a loud laugh. I’m still on top of him, but he hasn’t let his legs down, so he must want to keep me as we are.
“Maybe I can show you another trick later,” I say before I kiss him until I feel his cock attempt to return to life. “Nowthat’simpressive.”
“I have my own tricks. And a special button that’ll make me cry out your name really loud. I’ll help you find it.” He laughs at his own joke, and I get lost in the sound.
I roll us over so he’s on top. The mess between us needs to be cleaned up, but I’m not ready to let go just yet, so we stay until sleep claims us both.
When I open my eyes, it’s dark outside. We’re still in the same position, except our cocks seem to have recovered and are ready for action again.
“The answer is yes,” Levi says with a groggy voice.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“First of all, your dick is hard. Second of all, if you’re not thinking what I’m thinking, then I guess earlier wasn’t as memorable as I thought.”
I chuckle. “Oh, it was very memorable. Hearing you moan my name has definitely entered the top five memories for the spank bank.”
He lifts his head to look at me. “Where in the top five?”
“Is it important?”
“Err, yeah?”
His indignant pout is adorable, so I kiss it until he’s smiling and pressing his erection against me.
“I haven’t decided yet. It could be number one, or maybe number three. It depends.”
“On what?”
“Take a shower with me, and we’ll see where the next memory goes.”
He stands up, and we both wince at the feeling of our skin stuck together with cum and paint.
Fortunately, the comforter has survived the ordeal, but we definitely need a clean-up because if the green spots on my dick aren’t paint, I might need a doctor.
