Page 125 of String Boys

“What did I do now?”

“Hair. You’ve got hair on your chest, you’ve got hair on your upper thighs, hair on your balls—” Seth moved to cover said balls, and Kelly batted his hands away and washed him tenderly. “Gonna have to stop calling youmijoand start calling youpapi.”

“Doesn’t that mean daddy? I mean, isn’t that icky?”

Kelly shrugged. “Vote’s still out. As far as I can tell, it’s pretty evenly divided among Latino gay guys. Some of them go ‘Ick!’ and some of them go ‘HelloDaddy!’”

Seth snickered. “Let’s not.”

“Well, Icouldcall youpapacito,but, uh….” He ran the washcloth lovingly up and down Seth’s shaft, which was starting to fill again with his touch.

“Not small?” Rulers had never been Seth’s thing, but he was pretty sure he’d grown in the past few years.

“No, Seth. It wasn’t small when we started, and it isn’t small now.”

Seth smiled slowly. “Natural ability—not gonna knock it.”

Kelly snickered and rubbed the washcloth along Seth’s stomach. “It would be a totally sexy washboard, but you don’t eat enough.”

Seth grunted. “Always too many things to do,” he said plaintively. “It’s so weird, when we take vacations. There’s nothing to do but eat and practice.”

Kelly pinned him with a hard glare. “You had better be talking about practicing sex,” he ordered, and then his hot mouth engulfed Seth’s rapidly cooling prick.

“Yeah, sure,” Seth gasped, rolling over to his back. “We should totally practice that some more.”

Kelly chuckled around his head and then reached around to rub Seth’s backside. Seth hummed, because he could still feel the sting, but it had been a slap, not a blow, and he knew Kelly had flattened his hand for maximum sound, minimum force.

“It’s fine,” he murmured, massaging Kelly’s scalp through his longish hair. “You did it just perfectly.”

Kelly pulled Seth in to the root and then sucked backward, releasing his head with a pop.

“Don’t want to hurt you again,” he said gruffly before plying his tongue.

“Won’t—ahh!”

Kelly was relentless, sucking hard, and harder, then using the cocoa butter again to relube Seth’s entrance and play with strong fingers. Seth braced both feet against the bed and spread his knees, hands flailing on the comforter.

Kelly pulled back and said, “Play with your nipples, dumbass. You know what you like.”

Seth propped himself up on his elbows and wrinkled his nose. “While you watch?”

Kelly’s eyes—pupil’s blown with passion—went to half-mast. “I could watch you do things to yourself and come all over your face without touching my cock,” he threatened. “Donotunderestimate how sexy I think you are.”

Seth groaned and fell backward, fingers plucking at his nipples, thighs already trembling, Kelly’s fingers lodged solidly in his ass.

His body hit a high, a plane of existence where pleasure was the only goal, and he sailed there, shaking, until he couldn’t have stopped himself from begging if he’d been gagged with Kelly’s cock.

Kelly shoved his thighs up to his shoulders and thrust inside again.

Round two.

When they were done, theyfinallywent out to eat, and when they came back, they took a walk under the stars.

Seth turned Kelly in his arms and kissed him, their blood heating to a boil at the first touch of their lips.

Kelly took him a final time that night, bent over a picnic table under cover of fog on the deserted beach.

Round three.