Evan, though, threw himself into the roll, giving them enough momentum for a complete 360 degree turn, which would have put him back on top—if they hadn’t run out of bed first.
They tumbled over the edge of the bed and landed on the floor, a laughing, horny heap of flesh.
Evan caught his breath, his chest heaving. “This. isn’t. working. Let’s settle. this with a friendly. wager.”
“I’m listening,” Matt said.
“We’ll sixty-nine. First one of us to cum loses and must bottom the next time we hook up.”
“Next time?” Matt asked.
“The Handshake Rule. Remember?”
Matt vaguely remembered hearing that rule previously. He had never sixty-nined, had never even had a cock in his mouth, but always accepted a challenge. How hard could it be?
“Deal,” Matt said, extending his hand.
“Evan shook Matt’s hand. Then he scrambled to his feet. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, running out of the room.
Matt heard Evan’s feet pounding down the stairs, wondered what he was doing. Matt’s mind flashed to a vision of William and Colton aged eighteen, each the other’s first love. Had they frantically torn off their clothes? Wrestled naked on a bed?
Matt now knew that William and Colton had met in their junior year of high school. By the time they were seniors, they had planned to go to OU together, be roommates, be out in that safe space. William had already been accepted into OU’s theatre program. Colton had planned to study English literature. That’s what the ring had signified: love, commitment, a future together.
Then Colton’s family had intervened. Old money (by Oklahoma standards), they had plans for Colton, carefully laid plans for him in the state legislature, maybe later the Governor’s mansion. Plans that did not include another penis in the picture.
The Langley family had deep roots in thefCOC. They had sentenced Colton to four years at MCU, much as Matt’s family had done to him. Unlike Matt, Colton had buckled under the pressure, becoming a crusading homophobe.
And William had had a front row seat to witness Colton’s transformation. William, who had no ties to thefCOC, had followed Colton to MCU. Now he was stranded there, mocked and attacked by the man he had once loved—still wearing his ring.
Evan bounded back into the room, carrying a kitchen timer. “To help yourstamina,” he explained. “I’m setting this for six minutes. Try not to cum before it rings.”
Matt felt his face reddening. No guy wanted to be reminded of his sexual shortcomings. But he sensed that Evan was trying to help him improve, not humiliate him. Surely, he could last six minutes!
Evan set the timer on a nightstand, beside the two unfinished glasses of wine.
Both of them scrambled onto the bed, assumed their starter positions.
“Ready! Set! Go!” Evan shouted.
The timer ticked loudly.
Evan took Matt’s cock into his mouth, went to work on it like a pro.
Meanwhile, Matt stumbled at the starting gate. Evan’s cock was so stiff, it kept springing out of Matt’s mouth and slapping back against Evan’s belly.
Tick, tick, tick.
Matt adjusted the angle of his head and managed to corral Evan’s cock inside his mouth.
“Watch the teeth!” Evan coached, having freed his mouth momentarily. “Curl your lips over your teeth.”
Matt curled his lips and wrestled that curvy dick back into his mouth, holding his head at the right angle to keep the damn thing from popping out. He pushed down, sucking the thing into him. His tongue explored the intruder, noting the veined ridges, unable to wrap itself around the circumference.
Matt’s own cock experienced no such problems. It slid into Evan’s mouth easily, was met by a tongue and lips that welcomed it eagerly, expertly. Downstroke into a warm, slick hole. Upstroke out, but feeling the delicious friction of lips and tongue trying to hold him in.
Fingers caressing his balls.
The aural feedback of soft moans from Evan as though he lived only to be face fucked by Matt.
