Page 54 of The Frathole

His gaze travels to my crotch. “You clearly did too.”

“Mind if I get off too?” When he shakes his head, I grab my shaft. “Don’t think it’ll take me too long either. You…mind…if I come on you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re already messy. I’ll just add it to that.” It’s not only the mess, though. “Come on, Mart. Let me paint you with my cum.” That excites me for reasons I can’t wrap my head around. Well, aside from the fact that it’s hot as hell.

He stares at me blankly, in a way that makes me worry he’ll say no, but then shrugs. “Sure.”

I kiss him again, rolling toward him as I continue pumping. The thought of mixing my cum with his on his belly, and thesensation of kissing him…it’s all too much for me. There’s an urgency in me, pushing me toward the edge.

“Mart, here it comes. Here I fucking come…”

I roll closer to him, my cum shooting across his torso. I enjoy the release as I paint over his fair skin. When I’m finished, I run the head of my cock through my cum, spreading it across his abs.

We gaze at each other, and he asks, “Feel better?”

“Much. But I definitely think you’re queer, man.”

He rolls his head back, laughing.

It’s a side I get to see him let out around his friends, rarely with only me, and I enjoy seeing that I can bring that out of him too.

“I think you might be right,” he says.

“Glad I could help you figure that out. Maybe tomorrow we work on sorting out how to get you with Ang?”

“Angie.”

“Yeah, whatever her name is.”

“Sure.”

A knot constricts in my chest, this tension I can’t explain, so I disregard it. “Well, so far we know you’re a great kisser…and I do meangreat, and considering what an ass you’ve been to me, you know I wouldn’t fuck around about that. You also got a nice, thick dick, so…like most of the things in your life, I think it’s only in your head. Why are you looking at me like that?”

His expression is twisted up, his brow arched. “One minute you’re coming on me and the next you’re talking about giving me pointers to get together with Angie? Really?”

I shrug. “I mean, you’re not with anyone now, so what’s wrong with a little friends-with-benefits situation? Unless you think because we mouth-fucked once, you got feels, in which case I feel bad for you.”

He laughs before cringing. “Mouth-fucking? Really? And we just did more than that, but either way, you’re definitely safe there.”

We share a laugh, and I must admit, this was a nice end to a crap day.

With Marty McGovern covered in cum.

*

“I’m sorry forthe way I handled that,” I tell Mom as we chat the following day.

I’ve come down from my mood, in no small part due to the way Marty helped take the edge off. He’s fun, despite normally being the Ruiner of All Things Fun. Evidently, he’s a lot easier to get along with when he’s soaked in cum. Or when my mouth is keeping him from talking.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Mom says. “We knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and you handled it the best way you could in the moment. I love you. Your father loves you. And we both agreed that maybe you needed a minute. We have plenty of time to discuss it more.”

There’s that tension again because I don’t want to discuss any of this. But I get what she means. It’s not a one-and-done deal. This is part of our lives now.

“It was hard hearing how certain it was. But I do want you both to be happy.”

“I know that, Ryan. And your father knows it too.”