“Like this?” I ask, pumping him even harder. “You like that?”
He arches. “Hell yeah. Just like that.”
Our rhythms connect, meeting each other. Our mouths dance close, and I start to lose myself in the sensations, a burn singing all my nerves. But when a jolt of pain shoots from my knee, I jerk back.
Leaning up, Orlando meets me, finally joining me in a proper kiss. His mouth closes over mine, and he turns me. Supporting my weight, he pulls us so that we’re side by side.
I jerk, thrusting my dick against his. Orlando kisses me hard, still stroking his dick against mine, and I kiss him back.
Our hands roam, jerking and stroking, rubbing our cocks up close so that our balls slap and our crowns leak all over our hands. My dick is a sensitive rod, and I can feel his pleasure throbbing against it.
“Oh fuck,” I groan loudly. “Feels so damn good.”
Orlando angles his hips so our cocks slap together, and I almost lose it, but I’m determined to make him come first.
He groans, and I work him harder, keeping right on the rhythm of our bodies. “That’s right. Give it to me.”
He throws his legs around mine. His heavy balls slap mine as he fucks into our fists hard, harder, and finally climaxes as I thrust back against him. He buries his face at my neck and pulls me close, and as his semen floods my dick, I explode into the wet, hot release.
Total, orgasmic force overtakes me. I can feel Orlando everywhere, and the sensation is carnal bliss.
We collapse against the hotel bed and lay side by side, gasping for breath.
I recover enough to sit up again. Our cum is wet, matting against our pubes and sticky on our half-hard dicks. I drag my fingers through the mess on my crotch and lift them, still getting used to the fact that I have another man’s semen on my dick, and I like it.
Orlando takes my wrist, and I’m surprised enough that I don’t pull away. Eyeing me hard, he pulls my hand to his mouth, takes my fingers between his lips, and licks the cum off.
Another bolt of pleasure goes to the core of me. I growl softly and push my fingers in, feeling the warmth of his mouth. He tilts his eyes up to me, simmering.
I fight off a shudder, recover myself with a deep breath, and retrieve my fingers.
“Come on,” I tell him, only half-hiding my satisfied grin. “You’ve got the US Open Cup in a couple weeks. Your ass needs to go home and train.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
ORLANDO
“Check this out,” I tell Troy and hand him my phone. It’s our second hotel date, and we’re both sprawled on the couch in our underwear, post-orgasm. Troy’s dick is hanging out of his boxers, and I can taste his cum.
He takes the phone and winces. “What the fuck?” He throws it back at me. “Little warning next time.”
I look down at the porn I opened up. “Seriously? It’s not even kinky. Those are just fingers in a butt, Troy.”
He frowns at me. “I know what they are.”
“It’s from Horny College Jocks,” I tell him. “Just wondered if it was your thing.”
“Why would that be my thing?”
I shrug. “Because you’re hooking up with a jock who is in his twenties? Seems kind of obvious.” Feeling cheeky post-sex, I pull up another website on my phone. “What about this?” I ask, turning it to face him. “Look fun?”
“Orlando!” Troy says, pushing the phone away. “What the hell is that?”
I laugh. “Okay. I didn’t expect you’d like fisting.” When I lower the phone and look at him, Troy lets out a rough laugh.
“Why the hell are you trying to show me that crap?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been looking at more gay porn lately. Trying to figure out what else I like. Have you?”
