Asher licked his lips and said, “Please.”
There’s that word again.
I rose to standing, and Asher pushed me against the wall before falling to his knees and slapping his face with my dick.
“Theo, this cock is incredible. I always said you were big, but holy fuck. The size of this monster never ceases to amaze me.”
“I love when you suck me. Your mouth looks so good wrapped around my cock, Pretty Boy.”
Asher’s eyes slowly trailed up to meet mine. “Say it again.”
“Pretty boy.”
“I love that. I love when you call me that, Theo.”
I repeated it, and he shoved my entire cock down his throat.
I’ll call him Pretty Boy all fuckin’ day if that’s the response it gets.
Asher’s eyes rolled back as he sucked me fully. I felt my dick push past the back of his mouth, and I almost fell forward.
“Fuck, baby. It’s so good.”
Asher’s lips wrapped around me was a sight to behold. I wanted to kiss him, so I cupped his face with my hands to get his attention and motioned for him to stand.
I leaned in and kissed his sweet lips as I gripped both our cocks with my hand. Once I had my fill of his luscious mouth, I stroked our cocks at once.
I gazed into his perfect green eyes, watching them look at me with wonder, as I pumped our dicks. Soon, our foreheads rested against each other, and we stood there, panting and moaning, while I continued jerking us.
I wrapped my free arm around him, and we held each other, staring into each other’s eyes as we both fell apart. His body tensed, and I knew he would come soon.
“Fuck, Theo. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Pretty Boy. Fuck, you look so hot when you’re about to come.”
He cried out, and his release pumped out of his cock, covering my hand. I used it as lube and stroked until I came, too.
I leaned in and gave him another kiss. We held each other, leaning against the wall, panting from the insane orgasms we’d just had.
Neither of us spoke as we stared into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t think of anything that would accurately convey what I was feeling. We’d gone through so much together, and everything felt like it was finally starting to make sense—holding him just felt correct. Being together felt right. I never saw this for myself growing up, but I couldn’t deny how deeply I cared about this guy, who’d been my best friend, but was nowmuch more than that.
The sound of the locker room door sent us jumping out of our skin. Eyes wide, we stared at each other, frozen, waiting to get caught.
But nothing happened.
I soon tiptoed to take a glance in the locker room, checking to see if anyone was there.
No one.
I turned back to look at him. “Nobody’s there,” I said with a shrug.
Asher exhaled, resting his hand on his chest as his panic subsided. “Fuck. I almost had a damn heart attack.”
I started cracking up, “Damn, we’re fucking dirty boys, aren’t we?”
“Maybe not in the locker room showers next time,” Asher said with a shake of his head.
He approached, and I wrapped my hand around his waist. “It was fucking hot, though.”
