MATTHEW
My resolve to be good lasted about ten more seconds before I gave in and kissed him.
I'd like to say I made a thoughtful decision and was sure we were both ready to move forward physically.
But that wasn’t what happened.
He was just so warm and cozy in my lap, and when his hand was pressed flat against my chest and he kneaded enough for me to leak against his hand, something inside me broke. I wanted to ignore my own needs and focus completely on what was best for him, but he obviously wanted it, and that was enough for my self-control to clock out for a while.
Without any of the hesitation I should’ve had, I cupped the back of his neck and brought his mouth to mine.
Joshua made a soft sound against my lips, and his fingers curled tighter over my shirt as I kissed him the way I'd been wanting to since the diner. Our movements were slow and deliberate, with my full attention. And he kissed me back like he meant it. Like he'd been wanting it too.
But we didn't stay slow and gentle for long.
Within moments, his hands moved up to my shoulders and mine slid down the back of his neck and around to the warm skin along his jaw. He shifted in my lap in a way that made it very clear where this was heading.
I should have stopped it, but I wanted it too badly…so I didn't.
Joshua’s hands slowly moved down my sides until one was pressed against my dick. “Can I?”
How could I say no to this boy? I couldn’t bring the words to my lips, so I just nodded, giving him control of what happened next. When he slid his hand under the soft waistband of my sweats and brushed his fingertips against the head of my hard cock, I almost whimpered.
“It’s big.” Joshua pushed the thick fabric of my sweats forward, but I had to lift off the couch to get them to stay low enough that he could free my dick. It stood straight up between us, with my balls resting on my bunched-up sweats. “Like you.”
My breath caught as a rush of milk let down and began leaking against my shirt. There wasn’t anything I could do about it, so I did my best to ignore it. I had much better things to focus on. “We shouldn’t.”
He nodded as he reached for my cock and rubbed me down to the root. “I know.”
I swallowed hard even though my throat felt dry and kept my eyes locked on Joshua’s.
He didn’t seem upset or scared in the least. Concerns be damned, he stroked up and down a few times before moaningand then pushing up onto his knees. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I didn’t say a word. I just watched as his own beautiful cock popped free of his joggers and smacked against mine. Fuck, that was hot.
Joshua rocked against me, using his palm and his cock to jack me off while his free hand slipped under my shirt and up to my chest. The second he palmed me and then squeezed my nipple, I knew I was done for.
“Careful, baby. I’m gonna come.” I slid my forearm under his ass to help carry some of his weight and keep him steady as we both pushed closer to the edge.
“Fuck, yeah.” He moved faster, massaging my pec as milk flowed down my belly, adding to the precome that was lubricating us. “I’m there too.”
And within a few more thrusts into his palm, an orgasm that seemed to erupt from deep inside me slowly flowed through me and I was shooting my load. “Fuck!”
He didn’t slow down at all. Joshua continued to stroke us both until every drop of our seed was mixed between us. And when we started to soften, he finally released our dicks and collapsed against me. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” My shirt was soaked in jizz and milk and a good amount of sweat, but that didn’t stop him from curling closer to me, breathing heavily. “You okay?”
He nodded on my shoulder. “So great.”
My smirk felt completely inappropriate, but I couldn’t help it. I loved that he felt great. I wanted him to feel great because I felt fucking great too. “Good.”
We just sat there for a while, and then Joshua was asleep again. As much as I wanted to stay there forever, I really did need to pump, and he needed to not be showered with my constant leaking. “Let’s get you to bed.”
He moaned but didn’t fully wake up, so I managed to stand up with him still in my arms and stepped out of my sweats when they pooled around my feet. I carried him down the hall and into the guest room, and he barely stirred. He was definitely a hard sleeper. He merely turned onto his side and pulled the blanket up when I lowered him to the bed.
As creepy as I felt standing in the doorway in nothing but milky come and a sticky t-shirt, I took a moment to just watch him in the dark. He was perfect…and yet still broken.
After shutting off the TV and putting the leftover pizza away, I went to my room and sat on the edge of my bed with my face in my hands.What the fuck was I thinking?
