Page 132 of The Substitute

He whimpers and pushes back against me, my fingers digging into his hip.

“Fuck, it’s been too long, baby. I’m not gonna last.” I wrap my slick hand around his cock and stroke him.

Tobi whines, “Oh fuck, please.” He throws his head back on my shoulder and grips my wrist in a death grip.

“Please what?”

“Move!”

I chuckle into his neck and do just that. My cock drags along his balls, adding more stimulation while I stroke him.

He’s panting and leaking all over my hand while I thrust against him.

I groan into his ear. “So fucking good, baby.”

His thighs clench around me, and I pick up my pace.

“That’s it, squeeze me. Make me come.”

Tobi’s cock pulses in my hand, and he rocks back into me. Cum coats my hand, and he lets out a ragged moan.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”

His thighs relax in the post-nut haze, but when I tap his top leg, he tightens them back up.

“Come for me,” Tobi groans, and I grip his hip, thrusting against him hard and fast as my body tightens, and I ride out my orgasm.

I’m panting into his neck when he sighs. “I didn’t think I would like having cum on me as much as I do.”

I groan and my hips jerk without me telling them to. “You can’t say shit like that.”

He chuckles, and I feel the tip of his finger drag over my slit. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll be forced to come on you every day.”

“I don’t see the downside of this?”

I shake my head, get us cleaned up, then move to my bed since the sheets don’t have cum on them. Yet.

Tobi lies on my chest, and I brush my fingers up and down his back.

“Does Savage know all the stuff you’ve been through?”

“Most of it. We lived together.” If I want a real shot at being with him, he deserves to know some of my history. It’s not fair that I know about some of his and all he knows is my dad is a grade A asshole. “My dad figured how I was gay before I did and shipped me off to boarding school so they could fix me.”

Tobi gasps. “Did Savage go with you?”

“No. Our parents weren’t married yet when I first went, and when they moved in, he was allowed to stay at his school in the city. He was already a star goalie and got a lot of recognition because of who his dad was. And I don’t know, maybe his mother wouldn’t agree to the boarding school. But it sucked to leave while he got to stay.”

“Did his dad get a say? Maybe they split custody.”

“His dad died.”

“What?!” Tobi picks up his head. “When?”

“A few years ago.” I’m shocked. Why hasn’t Savage told him? “That’s his story to tell you. It was really hard on him.”

“I thought I knew him better, but now I feel like I don’t know either of you.”