Page 117 of Man On

"I want to help Mrs. Blakely."

Ms. Clarke smiles warmly. "I thought you might."

"So, Chris is the reason you chose the last name Blakely?"

We're lying naked in Noah's bed, back at the dorms. After spending yesterday with our parents, we decided to leave a little early this morning so we can have some extra time to rest before our match tomorrow. I'm not sure that we're getting much rest, but I feel more content than I can ever remember feeling.

"It's kind of dumb," I warn him. "But after he left, I used to fantasize about what life would be like if I'd gone with him. Like if his family adopted me, and I became his real brother. When my grandfather told me he killed himself, I was devastated. I felt so lost, but I never let go of those daydreams. Sometimes they were the only thing I had to hold onto."

"Why Lane?"

"That day, when I asked him where he'd go if he could disappear and go anywhere in the world, he said Penny Lane. He was obsessed with The Beatles, and the song is based on a real place in England and that felt far enough away from where we were. He sang me a few lines, and it stuck with me for some reason." I push Noah's dark hair back, away from his forehead and watch it drop back down. "I knew I didn't want to be Isaiah Warren anymore, and I was too mistrustful of my mom to take whatever last name she had. So I sort of put it together on the fly."

"I like it," Noah says, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. "But, do you ever think you'll change it? Now that you don't hate all of us, do you see yourself changing your last name to Milner?"

"Is this you proposing? Because I think we're a little young for marriage."

His smirk tastes delicious. Even more so when he parts his lips and lets me lick into his mouth. My dick perks up, and Noah reaches for it, coaxing it harder with his hand, although there's a chance he's just playing with my foreskin again and my excitement is just a byproduct. He gasps and shifts his body closer to mine, eyes lit up, no doubt with some freaky idea he had.

"I'm going to put my cock inside it," he says excitedly.

"What?"

"You heard me," he says, pulling me further on my side to face him and hooking a leg around my hips. "I'm going to literally wear your skin like a suit."

I bark out a laugh, because he's ridiculous, but quickly still, watching with rapt attention as he single-mindedly tends to my cock. He reaches between us and pushes back my foreskin as far as he can, and lines the head of his dick up to mine. Slowly, he rolls the foreskin down over both our heads, encasing both of us inside my skin.

"Oh, holy fucking shitballs, that's amazing. I can't believe I didn't think of this before."

He moves the head of his cock around inside my foreskin, and I don't so much as shiver as I do quake. Our eyes are glued on the movement of his head swirling around inside my skin.

"Tell me if it hurts," he says, absentmindedly, adjusting himself so our dicks are closer together.

He's spent enough time toying around with my foreskin to know that it's pretty stretchy. He likes pulling and sucking on it, sticking his tongue inside it, and seeing how far he can stretch it. It is surprising he hasn't thought of trying to wear it until now. Nearly every other day he tells me some random thought he had about it, or considers asking his dad why they took his away. I guess now that his dad knows about us, he can ask without having to answer questions about why the subject came up.

All of his play is paying off, as he's able to push himself further along my shaft, almost completely inside. My skin feels stretched, but not uncomfortably so, and the sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt. It's raw and intimate, and incredibly sensitive, like my penis is covered in a web of electric current.

As beautiful as the sight of his dick rubbing along the length of mine is, the look on his face is even better. He's completely enraptured, eyes dark with that dangerous kind of lust that used to frighten me so much. Noah releases a shaky breath as he holds us together and gently thrusts, jerking himself with my skin like it's his own.

He throws his head back and makes the most delicious sound, like a cross between a groan and a cry. A wobbly, higher-pitched moan that says he's far past a normal state of arousal. It makes me brave.

My cock twitches and thickens, and he strokes us faster, fucking his cock against mine. My lips press against his neck, licking and sucking. He gasps and I suck harder, pushing my fingers into his mouth. He's so overcome he’s unable to close his mouth around them, but I pet his tongue all the way to the back of his throat, forcing a gag before I pull my spit-soaked fingers from his mouth. Reaching between us, I press my middle finger against his hole and he shudders.

"I'm already so close," he warns me, glazed eyes watching our cocks writhe together under my skin.

Breaching the first tight ring with the tip of my finger, I bring my lips to his ear. "Do you want to come, Noah?"

He groans at my words. "Nnyghhhh—I want to," he pants. "I want to come inside your skin."

"Do it," I whisper. "Lube me up with your cum."

Noah loves it when I talk dirty to him. He groans loudly as I push my finger all the way inside, hooking it and pressing on his prostate. Moving my finger in a beckoning motion, I rub the spongy pleasure spot until Noah is shaking and shouts his release. My shaft is flooded with heat, and I feel every pulse of his orgasm against my most sensitive skin. I continue rubbing his prostate, milking him until he's crying that he can't take anymore. My mouth swallows his cries, feeding on them like a starving man.

Noah doesn't pull his cock from mine, swirling his head around mine and allowing it to rest there while we make out, until the throbbing of my still-hard erection becomes distracting. Slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of the sleeve he made with my foreskin, pushing me onto my back so he can observe the results of his experiment. Thick, white cum leaks out around the edges, and I stroke myself, squeezing more of his cum out of my cock with every pass of my hand.

"Jesus fucking Christ, that's almost enough to get me hard again," he says, settling himself between my legs to watch more closely.

My, how things have changed. In a matter of months, I've gone from feeling sick at the thought of him watching me masturbate, to spreading my legs wider so he can witness his cum leaking out of me in two different places.

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