We’ve grown so close. Occasionally, a tinge of regret sneaks in when I think about all the years I wasted being an asshat because I didn’t know how to simply tell Harry how I felt. But that’s the thing about banking time with someone. With each day we spend together, the version of us that existed before fades into the background.
I lap at the sensitive spot right below the head, and the precum becomes more evident as he pounds away at my throat. It’s almost time. His balls contract in my hands, and he pulls out, gasping.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Harry moves beside me, lying on his stomach, softly kissing my cheek. “Never in a million years did I think you’d have those blow job skills.”
“Well, I’ve had an excellent coach.” I extend my leftarm, and Harry places his head on my chest. “Don’t move.”
I’m up, hoisting his ankles above his head, burying my face in his ass. Kissing, licking, and finally fucking him with my tongue, as Harry’s moans fill the bedroom. The bath, the blowjob, my jockstrap. It’s all got Harry horny as hell. He’s wide open.
“Darius, Coach. Fuck.” He grabs onto his feet, allowing my hands to reach down and spread him wider.
My tongue burrows deeper, and, fuck if his ass isn’t the sweetest, most delicious treat. I’m jutting in and out while Harry does his best to thrust his pelvis to match my rhythm. My right hand lets go of his butt cheek and snakes up to his cock. He’s dripping precum like a soft serve on a July afternoon.
“Darius, please. Your cock. I want it inside me. Now.”
I pull back, my face covered in spit. “How do you want to . . .”
Harry reaches over and grabs the lube from the nightstand drawer. “Why don’t you just stay here and let me get things started?” He sits up, crosses his legs, and places a hand on my shoulder.
Glancing up at him, I’ll never tire of admiring how fucking handsome he is. And knowing he’s all mine.
“Sounds good to me.” I lift my hips to slide my jockstrap off, but Harry pushes me down.
“Let’s leave it on.” He tugs the hem of the pouch to the side and my cock pops out, finally free.
“Now, let’s get you nice and ready,” he says.
He’s slathering lube up and down my shaft, runningover the tip, and then, because Harry is always thorough, he even rubs some on my balls for good measure.
“C’mere.” I curl my finger toward my face and he bends over, kissing me. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Fortune favors the bold.” He keeps his face near mine, the warmth of his sweet breath making my body hum in anticipation as he applies lube to himself. “You were brave that night in the hotel.” He straddles me, and I grab onto his ass, spreading him wide. “And that’s your reward.”
“Peaches and pucks,” I say, pulling his cheeks apart even further. “Two of my favorite things.”
Harry smiles, and I adjust myself until my cock finds its target and he slowly lets me in. No matter how much time passes, I will never take for granted the privilege and experience of being inside Harry Peterson.
Lying back while he settles, I stare up at his face. His chest. His beautiful pits when he places his hands behind his head and takes in a deep breath. Harry has become my salve for this thing called life.
After a minute, he moves up, pauses, then lowers himself. All the way, as my cock slots into place like a perfect shot.
He leans forward on my chest, pulses his ass up and down, fucking my dick. My eyes want to close, to take in the extreme bliss, but I don’t want to stop watching him.
“Everything good?” I ask.
“Amazing. Your cock feels like heaven.” His right hand moves behind and grazes my balls.
He’s massaging them, but soon moves south,spreading my hole with his fingers, patting the perimeter, all while he continues riding me.
“Fantastic coordination, Peterson.” Craving more contact, I run my hands up and down his thighs. “Ever think about playing hockey?”
“Not interested.” A finger slowly enters me, awaking every nerve in my ass. “But I hear the coach is hot. Maybe I could bang him?”
Laughter spills out of me, and Harry brings his hand up to his mouth, spits, and returns to his work. The saliva adds more slickness to the lube, and, noticing the precum dripping from his flopping erection, I grab it and give it a few strokes.
“I heard he has a thing for adorable English teachers.” I thrust up, giving him a jolt that widens his eyes.
“Fuck, yes.”
