Drew kissed the tip of his cock, drawing his tongue slowly around the head, where a pearl of precum was slowly making its way down towards Gabriel’s shaft.
The touch of his tongue was wet and ticklish, and Gabriel shivered in pleasure.
When Drew took him in his mouth, Gabriel let out a moan. Drew sucked Gabriel’s cock, stroking him at the base and cupping his balls. He worked at Gabriel’s cock at a deliberate pace, savoring him, and Gabriel let himself unravel fully in the pleasure. He would’ve gladly gone further with Drew today, but he would also like the chance to prepare and shower before going further. For now, this was more than enough.
Drew didn’t rush the blowjob. He was, at different times, gentle and feral, changing his speed and sometimes taking Gabriel so deep into his mouth that Gabriel thought he would choke. He would pause to suck Gabriel’s balls, kiss his inner thigh, and stroke him.
“How’s this?” Drew asked at one point.
“Perfect,” was all Gabriel managed to say. He was sweating and weak, and knew he would cum soon. “I’m close,” he added.
Drew smiled devilishly, stroking Gabriel’s cock in one hand and his own in the other. “Good. I want you to cum for me.”
The gentle command could’ve driven Gabriel wild. He wanted to please Drew, to do exactly what Drew wanted.
“Make me cum, then,” he begged.
Drew quickened his strokes on Gabriel’s cock, watching as Gabriel writhed and clung to the pillows, the pleasure overwhelmingly good. He gasped, cried out that he was close, and then came, cum shooting over his stomach and chest.
Drew breathed a quiet, “Fuck,” and then bent down to kiss Gabriel deeply, hot and desperate, as he stroked his own cock. “I’m close, too.”
“I want you to cum on me,” Gabriel gasped, his orgasm still thick in his blood, and Drew’s body tensed as he quickly stroked his cock, leaning over Gabriel and breathing deeply and quickly.
“I’m cumming—” he said, and then he was. He let out something that was half a gasp and half a laugh as warm cum shot from his cock, adding to the mess Gabriel had already made on his stomach.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Gabriel said. He reached up and pulled Drew down to him to kiss him again. He closed his eyes and hoped that the kiss said everything he wanted it to: that he liked this, that he wanted this, that whatever this was, it was good.
“Extremely hot,” Drew agreed when they broke apart. “Let me get you a towel.”
Ten minutes later, they were both cleaned up and lying next to each other on the bed. They were still naked, and Drew had gotten them each a cup of cold water. Gabriel drank his in two long gulps. He was very thirsty, between the hours in the sun and the sex.
“Have to stay hydrated,” Drew said wisely, watching in amusement as Gabriel drained his glass.
Gabriel was too sure in his identity as a sexual being to feel any sort of guilt or shame after a hookup, but he did feel thoughtful after the sex with Drew.
“Do you think this is wise?” he said. “I’m not havinganyregrets, and I would certainly like to keep doing this, and other things, if that’s something you want, but I also want to make sure we’re being smart.”
Drew shifted his position on the bed, propping himself up on one arm so he could look at Gabriel. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re here for the summer,” Gabriel said, “and then you leave. You go back to Boston and to the NHL, and I stay here.”
“That’s true,” Drew said. “I like you, Gabriel.”
“I like you, too.”
“I’d like to keep seeing you while I’m here this summer, and not just at camp, now that I’m volunteering there.”
“Thank you again for that, by the way.”
Drew kissed him. “Of course.”
“Was it all a ploy to see more of me?”
“Not exactly. I really do want to help. And if I get to see more of you, that’s not a bad thing.”
“I think it’s a very good thing.”
“We could have a beautiful summer romance,” Drew said.
