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He looked up at Trent and saw that his eyes were no longer closed. Instead, he was looking down in wonder at Oscar, his blue eyes still overwhelmed, but the nervousness was gone.

He felt Trent’s hand go to the back of his head, and welcomed the strength of it, loving that Trent was taking control. Yes. His mouth was here for Trent’s pleasure. All he wanted in return was to swallow every drop of his cum.

“I’m…I’m close, Oscar.”

Oscar quickened his pace, the need in Trent’s voice spurring him on. Trent’s hand was no longer on his head. Now both of Trent’s hands were pressing into the couch, balled into fists. He was moaning and writhing under Oscar’s efforts, thrusting his dick into Oscar’s mouth as he chased his orgasm.

His noises were beautiful. His body was more beautiful, his sun-kissed skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The muscles in his thighs and stomach tightened and released as he pursued his pleasure.

Oscar didn’t let up, not for a moment. He wanted Trent to come apart. He wanted to be the first man to make him feel like this.

“Fuck, Oscar. Fuck. FUCK!”

Trent began to shake, and he let a yell that made Oscar’s heart soar and his dick grow painfully hard. The hot liquid hit his tongue, and he gulped it down, swallowing every drop.

There was a lot.

As Trent collapsed back, Oscar continued lazily sucking on his now-softening cock. He hummed as he milked the final few drops down his throat.

Trent twitched and pushed Oscar off him.

“So…so intense. Fuck, Oscar, that was insane.”

Oscar pulled himself up, straddling Trent and kissing him long and slow, letting the man taste the salty remains of his own cum.

“I’m glad,” Oscar replied as he pulled away.

“I’m not joking. It was…I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“I think we can safely say that you aren’t totally straight.”

Chapter 14

Trent

Trent fought through the haze of afterglow that threatened to envelop him. This sexy man had made him feel incredible, and dammit, he was going to return the favor.

“My turn,” he said. Oscar’s eyebrows furrowed.

“You don’t have to,” Oscar said. “This is new for you.”

“I want to hear it. I want to feel it when you come. I want to taste it.”

Oscar’s eyes went wide as he slid off of Trent, coming to his feet. Trent sat up, reaching up and grabbing his waistband.

This was it. This was the first dick he’d see inthisway, the first one that he wouldn’t be ignoring in the locker room or tolerating while he was watching porn. Would he like it? Would he be turned on by it?

He slid off Oscar’s shorts, revealing a tight pair of white briefs and the unmistakably hard silhouette of his cock. He mouthed it through the fabric, loving the quick intake of breath that Oscar took in response.

He wriggled off the underwear slowly, unveiling Oscar’s cock inch by inch, taking it all in as he ultimately let them fall to the floor. Oscar stepped out of them.

God, it was beautiful. Longer than his, but slimmer, with a pair of smooth balls that he was desperate to lick.

Okay, he definitely liked dick. Or at least, he likedthisdick.

He bent forward and flicked his tongue against the tempting globes, and Oscar grabbed his shoulders hard, a tremor running through his body as Trent tasted him. A thrill ran through Trent as he saw how he could provoke a reaction, even as inexperienced as he was.

He licked a stripe up Oscar’s cock, finally reaching the head. He swirled his tongue around it, wanting more of the salty sweetness. The taste was quintessentially Oscar, a crisp freshness with a hint of smoke.