I’m in a lust-filled paradise.My cock has never felt this good.Taz is a dick-sucking pro, and I can’t believe I was ever reluctant to ask him out.Hell, I can’t believe we were anything other than the way we are right now, lovers in our own universe.
And that universe is about to have another big bang.“Taz,” I say, urgently tapping the bed.He doesn’t stop, instead opting to hold on to the base of my erection and give love to the top half.“Taz!”My voice is a high whine, and my chest rises and falls with speed.
“Taz, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna…”
He pulls off, and I look down.He’s so wrecked, sweaty with watery eyes.But he has that hungry, determined look that used to annoy me.“That’s kind of the point, Lulu.”He takes one long, languid lick up the side, then dives back in.
There’s no time to chastise him about that nickname before my balls begin to hitch up.I don’t even have the brain capacity to form words.I’m babbling nonsense as he strokes and sucks, and the heat rises from my center.In seconds, my hips buck into him, and I fire shot after shot of my orgasm into Taz’s throat while shouting.
Taz Devries gives good head; why did I ever bicker with him when I could have let him suck me off instead?
After taking a micro-nap, I regain consciousness with the sight of Taz leaning over me.He strokes my chest almost reverently, and the fondness in his eyes is undeniable, even in the dark.
His erection, however, is a crisis that must be attended to.In a flash, I tumble him backward so we’ve switched positions.Taz giggles and says, “Luther, you don’t have to…uhh…”
His words are cut off by my nibbling on his pec.Who knew nipple-play was how to get Taz to shut the hell up?
After giving both of his nipples some loving, I quickly trail my kisses down just like he did.Then, I’m stroking him up and down with both hands.
“Oooh…ooOOooh…” His wrecked voice rises and falls with each good stroke.The precum makes it an easy glide, but I’m not about to let him off?get him off?—that easily.
After tongue-kissing the head of his manhood, I swallow him down.He’s hard, wanting, and so ready for me.When his hips thrust into my throat, I have to fight not to gag.But I focus on how good he made me feel, and, like always, I refuse to be outdone by Taz Devries.
I suck and suck, and it isn’t long before his moaning grows into a crescendo.He barely gives me a warning before his orgasm is unleashed into me, and I hungrily swallow it all.
Sex with a coworker should be less comfortable than this, especially someone you’ve known since you were fourteen.In Paris, we both collapsed pretty soon after cleaning up.
Tonight, however, after toweling both of us off, Taz has crawled back onto my chest.I idly stroke his back as his fingers dance along my torso.Our breathing is in sync, and the room feels serene.We don’t need to be anywhere, and nothing about this is awkward.
No, it almost feels inevitable.He and I were destined to crash into this moment, a trajectory we didn’t even realize since we were kids.
“That was…something else,” he says quietly.
“It was.”My fingers go up and down his spine.He’s so precious to me.“I…I can’t believe we ended up here,” I whisper.“After all those years fighting.”
“Annoying each other as teenagers, but now…”
“I didn’t see this coming.Maybe I should have, but…”
“We both had to grow up.We both had our journeys.”Taz lifts up and lies next to me on the pillow.“When did you know you were gay?”
“Not until I was seventeen or so.”
“Did you know you were into me?”
“Who says I was?”I reply with a smirk.He leans over to tickle me, and we giggle and play fight for a few seconds.When we relax again, I continue, “In retrospect, yes, I was probably into you.But I was, you know, a high-schooler.And people…”
“People don’t come out until they’re in uni, I know.”
“When did you realize your sexuality?”
“When I saw AC Slater on that old showSaved by the Bell.”
We both bust out in hysterics, and I hold him closer.“Facts.”
“But I think I started to fancy boys when I was about fourteen or so.”He fixes me with a curious look.“Looking back, I think I fancied you too, but you hated me.”
“I…didn’t…” The lie dies in my throat, but Taz simply kisses my hand.
