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The other twink is the light to his dark, with blondish-brown hair, a white crop top, and a perfect body underneath. I’m straight, and even I feel a little turned on watching him. Maybe it’s the way his small waist curves or the sexy way he moves his body.
“I’m home now, and I’m not leaving you ever again,”
He’s wearing a pink crop top with pink bottoms that hang off his hips. His underwear must be almost nonexistent because as low as his pj bottoms are, I can’t see them. My cock stirs and I shake my head. I do really need to bite the bullet and get laid.
I run my fingers through his hair like I always do, and he closes his eyes. “I like your hair. You look beautiful.”
“I thought you wouldn’t like it…me…now,” he says through his sobs. “Oh, baby…you know I love you no matter what you look like.”
“You are sexy, Zach.”
“Why are you fighting this so hard? You know that no one will take care of you and make it good for you like I will. I’d die for you without hesitation. I can do this.”
He’s my home…always has been. Even the thought of dating someone and moving on hurts because he’s my person.”
I’m not sure which one of us deepens the kiss, but when I feel our tongues meet and he lets out this whimper of need, it’s like someone sends a jolt of electricity through my body.
Fuck, we kiss like we are starving for each other, tongues dancing together and soft moans escaping from him.
Something inside of me whispers, so this is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is why people love to kiss.
Zach rocks into me, and I feel his erection rub on mine, which is so rock-hard that I know if he ke...
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He breaks away from the kiss with a gasp and then buries his face in my neck to moan as he comes. That moan releases something inside of me,
and I start to come with him, streaks of pleasure like I’ve never felt taking over as I let go.
“Did I kiss okay for the first time?”
He kissed better than any girl I’ve ever kissed before. “You were perfect. Quit worrying.”
His green eyes are wide as he touches where I came on his stomach.
Normally I would kiss his forehead,
on the lips. Things are changing, and it gives me this funny feeling in my stomach.
I wait about all of three seconds before I lower myself to kiss him. I know instantly that last night wasn’t a fluke because I feel a heat between us that could easily ignite the fireworks I didn’t think existed. This time I’m on top and can control our movements more. We are both seeking friction, and when I rock against him, he moans into my mouth. Fuck, I could come right now just from that sound. Pulling back, I stare down at his heated eyes and red, swollen lips. Deep down, I feel this shock inside me over wanting to touch him and
make him come. I want to see his heavy-lidded eyes and hear his moans. What the fuck is happening to me?
I know he’s embarrassed to come fast, but I love that he’s so turned on that he can’t control it. It’s so fucking hot to watch his eyes with this desperate, needy look of desire.
“Are you going to come for me when I touch you?”
Watching him come has my own cock leaking, and I kneel up to free it, stroking myself as I stare at the cum on his stomach—the evidence of how much pleasure I gave him with barely a touch. But it’s when I look up at his eyes and find them on my cock, still hungry and wanting, that I can’t hold back any longer. “Fuck,” I growl out, jetting hot streams of cum on his stomach. Mixing his with my own.
I’m doing good until Zach runs his finger through some of my cum and lifts it to his mouth to taste. His eyes close and he sucks his finger until it pops from his mouth, letting out this mmmm sound as if he fucking loves it.
“I love you, Brady.” “I know, baby. I love you, too.”
Laying one hand on the wall to support myself, I stroke my hard length slowly, letting my mind think of Brady and how he moved his hand over my dick. I’m close to release when I feel
Brady behind me, pressing into my back and kissing my neck. “Put both your hands on the wall,” he orders in that low, sexy voice he used last night, too.
Our size difference always makes me feel safe. He’s stronger and bigger, a physical reminder that he can protect me.
“During this…your cock is mine to touch and only mine,” he growls against my neck. “Brady,” I whimper, “you’re going to make me come.”
Every time I get close to release, he stops and then restarts. Finally, I can’t take anymore and become a babbling, pleading mess.
“Please, let me taste you,” I beg before I even think about what I’m saying.
Staring up at him, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, begging for it.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he growls out, his body tightening as he starts to come. He lays the head of his dick on my tongue as hot, thick jets of cum shoot into my mouth.
“Jesus…baby, I’ve never seen anything as hot as you kneeling there with your tongue out, begging for my cum.”
Lying down with my arms over his thighs, I look up to see him watching me with hooded eyes. He wants this. He really does want this.
“Zach, get your mouth on my cock…now,” I grit out, clenching my teeth as my cock leaks precum and bobs against my stomach.
“You don’t have to ask
permission, baby. Whenever you want to suck me off, you can… I’ll love it.”
Today, I purposely looked at other men while they were swimming, trying to get turned on by them. Nothing I felt nothing. I looked at women in their bathing suits, and I felt nothing. I can notice that a person is good-looking or attractive, but it’s not a sexual attraction. I simply think they are pretty or whatever, with zero interest in touching them.
“What are you thinking about?” “How beautiful you are…”
“You really think I’m beautiful?”
“I think you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Especially those dark green eyes of yours.”
“You are beautiful, baby.”
“I don’t think I can handle it if you leave me again. It was like a part of me was missing. My heart hurt.”
“I’m not leaving you again. I promise.”
“I meant what I said about it being perfect, and I wasn’t grossed out at all. It was you, Zach. Not some guy that I don’t care about or love.”
“Talk to me, baby.”
“I want to be with you again. I’m not ready to try stuff with anyone else.”
