Page 17 of Sam & Justin

His back arched and an actual moan fell from his lips.

Oh damn. He was so responsive. I continued tracing the different patterns on his skin. Each one brought different reactions from him, sounds I wanted to memorize. By the time I got down to the band of his pants, my dick was so hard it was straining the confines of my slacks. My hands were steady and sure as I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down, his boxers with them. His cock sprung free, and my mouth watered as I looked down at it. I was surprised to find that it wasn’t tattooed, honestly. “Is this okay?” I breathed out, my face only inches from the thick mushroom head.

“Yeah,” he panted. “More than okay.”

That was all I needed to flick the slit of his cock with my tongue. I tasted his salty precum and moaned at the taste. I licked down his shaft, tracing the visible vein from head to base. He was practically shuddering from the contact. I wrapped my lips around his head and circled my tongue around it. I felt his hands on my head, tangling into my hair. I sucked him in deeper, slowly taking his length into my mouth.

Every single inch pulled more reactions from him. When I reached his base, I began to bob up and down. His hand tightened in my hair the longer I spent sucking his cock, and I moaned in spite of myself. His hips bucked, and I gagged as his dick moved further down my throat.

“Sorry,” he breathed out.

I pulled off his dick long enough to look him in the eye. “Don’t mind,” I assured him.

And then I was back on his dick. He began to rock his hips, fucking into my mouth. I wanted more than this, but if this was all I got? I would be satisfied. I could feel the way his cock was reacting to my mouth, and my own dick? It was leaking in my pants, desperate for friction. For freedom. For anything.

I would have kept sucking him off if he hadn’t pulled me away. “Too close,” he groaned.

“Not a bad thing,” I assured him.

He shook his head and grabbed the open bottle of lube. “Not what I want,” he told me as he passed the bottle to me. “Want to feel you inside of me.”

Oh.

I was surprised that he wanted me to top him. I didn’t mind bottoming, but I usually preferred to top. When it came to Sam, I’d have gone whichever way he wanted. I nodded and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, letting them fall to the floor.

“Maybe you want to get undressed?” he teased.

“Right,” I muttered.

I pulled my shirt off and let it fall to the floor with his clothes. He lifted himself up to his elbows and drank in the sight of me with hungry eyes. That was another thing I wasn’t expecting because I didn’t look like him. He was all lean muscles and tattoos. I had a bit of a stomach, a hairy chest, and the only decorations on my torso were too many freckles. He looked like some depiction of a god, and I had a dad bod without even being a dad. But the way he looked at me? I might as well have been a centerfold in a dirty magazine.

I liked it.

I made quick work of my pants and underwear, baring myself to him.

“Damn,” he groaned as his eyes landed on my cock. He licked his lips. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I felt myself flush again. Why the hell was I blushing at that?

He sat up and pulled me down with him, capturing my lips. Our dicks lined up, and I felt the slide of his shaft against mine. The sensation made me groan against his lips. He moved his hips expertly, and I found myself wondering how often he hooked up. It was another moment where I knew I could have let this be it. I would have been happy to get off like this, but it wasn’t what he wanted. It was a struggle to pull away from the kiss, but if he wanted me to fuck him, that’s what he was going to get. I knelt between his spread legs.

I pushed at his calves, and he bent his legs, planting his feet on the mattress. He was spread out underneath me, and I wanted to lose myself in his body. I didn’t understand why he’d want me. Not now, and certainly not back when we’d been in high school, but for some inexplicable reason, he had and he did.

And if this was going to be the only night I had with him, I wanted to make it a night that we’dbothremember.

I drizzled lube over my fingers and began to massage my thumb over his puckered hole. The reactions were immediate, and they only grew louder as I brought my mouth back down to his cock. I sucked him as I began to open him up. By the time I got to two fingers, he was trying to fuck himself both on my hand and into my mouth. It was like he couldn’t figure out which sensation to chase. He was moaning and cursing, and I loved hearing him fall apart. I slipped a third finger into his hole. I kept working him over, fingers and tongue working in tandem.

I think I would have kept going, drunk on the sounds of his moans and the ways he moved and reacted. The only reason I stopped was he started pleading for me to fuck him. I pulled my fingers free and pulled myself off his dick. His hand was shaking as he handed me the condom. I ripped it open with my teeth and slid the rubber over my shaft.

“You sure?” I asked as I slicked the condom with lube and positioned myself at his entrance.

“If you don’t fuck me,” he grumbled.

The rest of his threat was lost as I began to push into him. I moved slowly, taking my time even as his tight heat engulfed me and tried to pull me in deeper. My eyes met his as I pushed in further, and it was one of the most intense moments of my life. Our connection didn’t break when I bottomed out. I stilled, giving his body time to adjust to my cock. I didn’t move until his hips buckled.

“Please,” he choked out.

How could I resist?