Page 37 of The Frathole

“Trust me, Lightness is downstairs, enjoying himself at the party.”

He leans a little closer, staring down at my mouth like it’s a bug. I can tell by the way he’s all tensed up that he’s stressing himself out even more. I try to think of a way to make this easier on him, so I lean toward him. I’m waiting for him to back off, but he doesn’t budge.

“Here,” I say. “Let me help you. Are you ready?”

He sighs. “Just do—”

Before the worditeven has a chance to fully escape his mouth, I press my lips against his, pleasantly surprised by how soft they are. I start small, lips barely parted, easing him into the experience, noticing how warm his flesh is against mine. The way his breath brushes up against my skin as he breathes.

He moves closer, opening his mouth more, pressing harder.

Naughty Marty.

The move sends a surge of adrenaline through me, and before I know it, my dick’s getting kind of hard. That’s wild, but now I’m curious when the shit-kissing part is gonna start, so I grab the back of his head, keeping him close as our tongues meet. There’s something very intuitive about his movements, how his tongue teases mine, which shocks the hell out of me, considering I’ve seenthis guy trying to dance.

Where the hell is this coming from?

And what was that bullshit about being terrible at this?

My dick is quick to respond, firming right up before his tongue slides back out, leaving me hanging, and I find myself craving more.

His breath hitches as he searches around, looking as confused as I feel.

“That bad?” he asks, his cheeks pinkening, and I realize I’m staring.

I was expecting it to feel like the other kisses I’ve had with guys.

Clinical.

Maybe a little fun.

I wasn’t expecting that rush…or what felt like more expertise than he’d led me to believe.

But that can’t be right.

It was just nice to make out with someone, maybe?

“Um…” I finally manage, struggling to understand what happened. “I didn’t get what these girls are talking about. Can we try one more time? Like really throw yourself into it. Do whatever you’d do naturally.”

It’s the right way to sort this out, but also, I feel guilty because I know I’m more curious than I should be, not about him, but about what it was doing to me.

Marty doesn’t hesitate like he did before. His lips are locked against mine in no time, tongue back in my mouth. Fuck, he’s really going for it this time, and it’s fire searing across wet flesh.

I can’t even think straight. I just follow where it leads. As he cups my cheek, I guide him onto his back. I’m enjoying every moment, forgetting what the hell I was even doing, when he starts to pull away, but I lean forward, keeping him in place.

My cock stretches in my briefs.

Damn, this has really got me going.

But now that I’m stiff as a board, I realize I’m being greedy as hell.

This isn’t about me.

I think it’s gonna kill me to break the kiss, but I force myself, muttering, “Sorry, I think I got a little carried away there.”

“Yeah…uh…”

My gaze is drawn to his crotch, where he sports a—