Page 34 of String Boys

“On three?” He bit his lip, and Kelly nodded, counting first.

“One….” Kelly slid his thumbs under his waistband.

“Two….” Seth unbuttoned his fly.

“Three!” They both said in tandem, and Seth shucked everything, jeans, underwear, even his socks by mistake. For a moment, they were both too busy kicking their shoes off so their jeans wouldn’t get stuck to see what they’d revealed.

He looked up in time to see Kelly, standing on one foot while he crossed the other over his knee and yanked on his socks, and for a moment, the comedy gave him room to breathe.

Then the socks were gone, and there were two boys, naked, in Seth’s living room. Seth reached out to touch Kelly’s bare arm, running his fingertips down the bicep carefully, and Kelly shuddered.

“C’mere,” he ordered. “Let’s just….”

Naked body to naked body, they held each other, and Kelly’s skin felt like satin, but warm, living and perfect, and Seth nibbled under Kelly’s jaw, near his earlobe, so he could taste Kelly’s sweat.

Kelly didn’t disappoint.

As Seth toyed with his earlobe and skated tender fingertips across his hip bones, Kelly moaned softly and pushed at Seth’s shoulders until Seth turned and moved to the couch.

Kelly grinned at him. “You’re too tall. Let me sit on your lap.”

Naked.

Seth’s knees buckled. The couch—still the worn denim from his childhood—felt nubbly under his bare ass.

“Grab a T-shirt,” he muttered, and Kelly threw him the one on top—Kelly’s, black with a retro band on the front. Seth sat up quickly and laid it out to sit on. When he was back, he saw Kelly’s grin had only widened, showing off the dimples on his cheeks that Seth loved so much.

“What?”

Kelly shook his head, moving forward and putting one knee on the couch and then the other as he straddled Seth’s thighs.

Oh God.

Kelly sat down, his bare flesh pressed against Seth’s, and Seth wasright there, looking at it.

“I want to touch,” Seth rasped, even before he knew his brain could make words.

“It’s all hard.” Kelly rocked his hips forward, and his… his…dick, cock, prickthrust out, begging for Seth’s touch.

He started gently. With his fingertips, he traced the length, the bell—Kelly wasn’t circumcised, so pulling the hood back to reveal the head was like a magic trick.

Surprise!

A penis, with a purple head wet and shiny and waiting for Seth’s fingers to skate over the sensitive face of the thing.

Kelly whimpered and Seth did it again, watching as fluid welled up out of the slit in the top. More magic. Curious, Seth touched his fingers to his mouth, then closed his eyes and sucked.

Kelly whimpered again.

“You want…?” Seth’s voice caught. “You want me to do that toyou?”

In response, Kelly rocked forward, and for a delirious moment, theirdicks, cocks, pricksrubbed together, and Seth’s eyes rolled back in his head.

The skin was so soft. So very, very soft.

Then he realized Kelly had put hands on Seth’s shoulders and was pushing up on his knees.

And it got closer, sticking out starkly in its thatch of silky hair. Seth leaned his head forward just as Kelly thrust toward his lips. Seth opened his mouth, and it should have been a comedy of errors right there, Kelly’s prick bobbing around, getting caught on his teeth, and then they’d laugh about it and go back to pushing at each other’s groins through their jeans.