I doubt that. But it don’t matter. ‘Cause itisn’tsoft.
A minute or two passed. Cole’s eventual reply was not at all what Gabe was expecting.
‘Show me yours.’
Gabe grinned and, without hesitation, unfastened his pants.
Why had he asked that? Tostall?Did he really think Gabe wouldn’t—
His phone vibrated, and an image of Gabe’s dick appeared—hard and swollen, veins engorged with blood and snaking all up and down his thick shaft, the plump head glistening with precum.
“Shit…” Cole whimpered and almost came in his PJs. His throat went dry as heat flushed his body. The phantom flavor of Gabe’s cum resurfaced across his taste buds.Fuck—he wanted another taste of that cock. His phone buzzed, and he jumped, nearly dropping the device.
I showed you mine…
Cole forcibly swallowed a couple of times, his throat bone dry. If he touched his dick at all, even to just pull down his pajamas, he was sure he’d fire off a geyser of cum. The phone shook in his hand as he aimed it at his tented PJs and snapped a shot, then sent it.
“Fuck…”He dropped the phone on the cushion, his agony growing unbearable. Acoveredpic would not be acceptable. Gabe would want to see the raw flesh. The phone hummed against the cushion. Cole fumbled for the device and lifted it halfway.
What’s your address?
Cole stared at the message for a long moment, his brain not quite computing the question as theachein his balls consumed his body. One-handed, he typed in his address with a trembling thumb and sent it to Gabe with a single-word plea:‘Hurry.’
The reply was immediate:Don’t move a muscle. I’m on my way.
Cole choked on a whimper and dropped the phone. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched his dickhead twitch against the inside of his pajamas. That slight friction just about madehim scream. He dug his fingers into the sofa cushions and took deep, controlled breaths, his eyes squeezed shut.
Please hurry… please hurry…
It felt like only five minutes had passed when the doorbell went off like a gong, echoing through the apartment, but it was surely more like fifteen or twenty minutes. Cole’s pulse spiked, and he started panting, no longer able to control his breathing with Gabe right outside his door.
Right outside hislockeddoor. Fuck.
With great agony, Cole crawled off the sofa. His legs barely worked as he shuffled toward the short entry hall, his cock like a steel arrow pointing straight ahead. He grabbed the wall when he reached the hallway and walked stiffly to the door, his breath catching in his throat. Cole fumbled with the lock until it unlatched, then slumped back against the wall, palms pressed so hard against the cheap paneling that his knuckles whitened, and a blunt ache radiated up his forearms.
The door shoved open with a bang, and Gabe entered the apartment like a whirlwind. He barely got the door closed again before he was on his knees before Cole, yanking his pajama bottoms down to his ankles. Cole gasped and clenched his jaw as his cock sprang free, cool air swirling around the hot, throbbing muscle.
“Uuh-Huuuhh!!”Cole nearly screamed as Gabe swallowed his dick. “Oh fuck-fuck-fuuuckk!!”
Gabe’s hot, wet mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, his throat muscles contracting around the sensitive head while his hand squeezed the base where pre-cum leaked down his shaft. His other hand rolled Cole’s heavy balls between expert fingers, tugging them just enough to make Cole gasp. Vibrations from Gabe’s hungry moans traveled through every vein in Cole’s dick as Gabe devoured him, his lips stretching around the girth, spitdribbling down his chin as he took Cole deeper with each bob of his head.
Cole’s vision blurred from the overwhelming sensations—the slick heat, the filthy wet sounds, the sight of his cock disappearing into Gabe’s mouth. He grabbed fistfuls of Gabe’s hair, fingernails digging into his scalp. Gabe growled around the cock filling his mouth, then gripped Cole’s bare ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, spreading them slightly as he yanked Cole’s pelvis forward, forcing his cock to hit the back of his throat with each thrust.
“Fuck…”Cole whimpered, clutching Gabe’s dark hair as he surrendered to the thrusting and fucked the man’s divine mouth. “Uh… huh-huh… fuu-fuuuck! I’m gonna cum-I’m gonna cuu-HUUMM!!”
Cole choked on a cry of ecstasy as his hips spasmed hard, shooting his cum down Gabe’s throat. He clutched his head, shaking, as Gabe sucked more cum out of him, his hands moving, caressing over Cole’s ass and up his back beneath his T-shirt. Gabe moaned, stroking his mouth on Cole’s slowly deflating cock as he milked every last drop from his balls.
“Fuck…”Cole whimpered and sagged against the wall, his hands still in Gabe’s hair, though no longer clenching, but sliding his trembling fingers through the soft, dark strands.
Gabe released Cole’s softening cock with a wet pop, his lips cherry-red and glistening with saliva. “Mmmm.” A final, deliberate suck sent quivering tremors through Cole’s thighs, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him. Gabe traced his hot tongue along the thin line of dark hair from Cole’s groin to his navel, leaving a cool, damp trail that pebbled with goosebumps in the apartment’s chill. Cole’s abdomen clenched and fluttered under each flick and swirl. Gabe’s light stubble scraped deliciously against sensitive skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to his navel, his warm palms sliding possessively up Cole’s ribs, thumbs catching on each ridge.
Rising slowly, Gabe bunched the thin cotton of Cole’s shirt in his fists, exposing inch after inch of flushed skin, his mouth never breaking contact— licking the salt from Cole’s sternum, teeth grazing a nipple, sucking a mark into the tender hollow of his throat, breath scorching against his raw flesh.
The shirt vanished overhead with a soft rustle. Gabe threaded his fingers through the short hairs at Cole’s nape, tilting his head back as their mouths finally crashed together. “Fuck, maybe, you taste so damn good,” he groaned through the colliding kiss.
Cole grabbed onto him, pulling their bodies together as he stepped out of the pajamas gathered at his feet. The rough denim of Gabe’s jeans scraped against his bare thighs, the metal zipper teeth pressing cold imprints into his hip bone. Cole’s exposed skin prickled in the hallway’s draft, heightening every sensation where cloth met flesh—the scratch of Gabe’s cotton shirt against his sensitive nipples, the heat of strong hands as they sank low and splayed possessively across his naked back. There was something almost tenderlyeroticabout standing naked in the hallway, pressed up against the fully clothed man who had just sucked him off.
But Cole knew… he wouldn’t befully clothedfor long.
