“Fucking hell,” Troy says with a growl, pawing his dick back at me.
I rub the heel of my palm to my erection. “Come on,” I say. “I want to feel your beard all over my balls.”
Troy pushes his shorts down and steps out of them before kneeling in front of me, one knee on a towel that he pulls close. I shift my position to give my cock to him, and he grabs the waistband of my jock and tugs it down.
My erection thwaps against my abs, and Troy takes it in his fist. He rubs it harder than I like, but it still feels good.
He looks up at me, my dick in his hand. Troy hesitates, feeling my erection, uncertain.
I know it’s the first time he’s touched another dick, and I remember what it felt like in the bathroom, disorienting and grounding all at once. I give him time to get used to it, and he starts to massage my shaft with his grip.
Troy grinds his jaw and brings my dick closer to his face. His nostrils flare, and a quake goes through his body.
Finally, he sticks his fat tongue out and drags it right up the underside of my shaft.
The soft, wet embrace of his tongue is followed immediately by the burn of his coarse beard as he licks me again, faster, and I kick and groan with appreciation.
I guess I’m horny for beards now.
When I grab the back of his head, Troy huffs and holds my thighs open. He licks me again and again, working his tongue over my balls and my thighs, hungry and more enthusiastic with every passing second.
It’s unlike any blowjob I’ve had before, messy and wet, but it feels fucking amazing. My body arches, and when I fall back on the bench, my foot works between Troy’s legs.
Still licking me and rubbing his lips on my dick, too, he pushes his body up. My foot finds his hard dick in his boxer briefs, and his body quakes with pleasure as I rub him, arching my toes against his erection.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I groan, losing myself. I’m flat against the bench now, sweating and shaking as Troy tortures my dick, my jock still just barely pushed down. He straddles the bench, getting in a position with his erection at my feet, and finally takes me in his mouth.
It feels incredible. He’s all mouth, no hands, rough and wild and greedy. Troy sucks on me, spits me out, licks me and sucks me down again, giving as much attention to my balls as my shaft and never quite taking me deep. As I shake with pleasure, kept right at the edge, I bend my knees, both of my feet now at his throbbing dick.
I fucking love touching a hard cock. It makes me hot as hell.
“Orlando,” Troy grunts, his mouth on my crown. “Going to come.” He grunts again. “If you keep.”
I arch my foot, keeping it right there on his erection, tight. “Come,” I grunt as I grab the back of his head and grind my dick to his coarse beard. “That is so fucking hot to me. Come all over my feet, you horny jock.”
Troy’s growl turns into a roar. He takes my erection in his fist and licks his tongue right up my dick as he shakes, and when I keep at him with my feet, he bucks. He convulses with his orgasm, shooting in his underwear while he rubs his face on my hard dick.
That’s enough to do me in, too. Still holding the back of his head, I thrust my dick across his beard. “That’s right,” I tell him. “Now I got a big load for you if you want it.”
“Give it to me,” Troy demands and pulls my dick across his beard. “Right here.”
The second I thrust across the friction, my orgasm explodes. I’m shaking hard as I spray semen all over Troy’s face and beard, and it’s so ridiculously hot and feels so damn good, I shoot again.
He looks at me, crazed energy in his eyes, white cum dripping on his black beard.
And then a door bangs behind us.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Mel calls out as she rounds the corner. “I knew you’d be in the gym, so I let myself—holy fuck!”
CHAPTERTEN
TROY
Why in the hell did I ever give Mel my door code?
I hitch my shorts up over my cum-drenched underwear with one hand and wipe the semen off my face with the other. Next to me, Orlando smoothly pulls his shorts up, too, and jumps to his feet.
“Mel,” he says. “It’s, uh, leg day, and—”
