Page 55 of Rock Bottom

At first, I didn’t know what he might be so hung up on. There was absolutely nothing there to be embarrassed about. His cock was a little longer and thicker than mine, but still a perfect, uncut masterpiece. “Oh shit. That’s what you’re blushing about? That you’re not circumcised?”

He blushed a little harder and squirmed under me. “I know that’s the American preference but—”

I put my finger to his lips. “Shush. I think it’s hot.”

“Really?”

“I’m not going to pump the brakes just because your trouser snake’s wearing a jacket.”

He recoiled, looking horrified. “Don’t you ever call it that again!”

“Oh, damn. You’re right. It’s a jumper across the pond, isn’t it?”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Oh! You mean your penis!” I grinned. “Or do you prefer willie? Pecker? Pocket rocket? Purple helmeted—”

Church grabbed me before I could finish and silenced me with a kiss. “Cock will do nicely.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but Church held up a finger and shook his head. “And if you say something juvenile, we’re done.”

“Baby, have you met me? I’m the epitome of a gentleman.”

Church made a sound that might’ve been a protest, but it quickly morphed into a groan as I took our cocks in hand. His head fell back, and the conversation ended.

I kissed him again, shifting my weight and my grip on him. His eyes widened, and he gripped me tighter as I carefully pulled his foreskin over my cockhead and thrust against him.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, eyes wide with wonder and lust.

I grinned. “Never done this before?”

He shook his head and stared down between us, watching my body move inside his. I couldn’t blame him. The silky-smooth glide of his foreskin over my cock was heaven, and I felt spoiled, getting to be inside of him, even just a little.

God, I loved doing this, and I especially loved doing it with him. There was something special about knowing that I was the first one to touch him like that, to bring him that kind of pleasure. It was almost as good as fucking him. Maybe better, although I hesitated to think that since he did have an amazing, round ass meant for bouncing off of. But getting to see the shock and wonder on his face as I used his body like a cock sleeve was sheer bliss. He was made for this type of pleasure, and I never wanted it to end.

I watched our cocks glide together through the thin layer of skin, slick with each other’s pre-cum, and there was a lot of it, most of it from him. Seeing it leak out from where we were joined, feeling it running down my shaft, made the whole thing even hotter.

Church’s breathing became more ragged, his chest rising and falling in rapid pants, sometimes punctuated in moans against my lips. My head was getting hazy, probably from not getting enough air, but I couldn’t stop kissing him.

Church let out the most delicious little whine. “Dante, I can’t…I’m going to…”

“Go on, kitten. You can come.”

He groaned and his cock pulsed, spilling cum all over my cock, my hand…It went everywhere and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. I kissed him again and closed my hand around us tighter, jacking us faster as I chased my own orgasm.

I pulled away to look down but Church pulled my lips back to his, and that was it. My orgasm hit me like a gut punch and I couldn’t stop myself from biting down on his tongue when he offered it. He groaned into me and let me keep stroking us, even after I was done, because I couldn’t get enough. I kept going until he couldn’t take it anymore and scrambled to push my hand away.

I collapsed against him while we both tried to catch our breath. It wasn’t until then that I realized it was dark outside and I could hear the crickets chirping. How long had we been at it? Not long enough. With a little encouragement and ten more minutes, I might be ready to go back for seconds.

“Christ,” Church whispered and raked his fingers through his sweaty hair. “That was…”

“Amazing?” I grinned and winked. “I know, right?”

His cell vibrated where he’d set it on the table next to our now-cold tea and the laptop.

I buried my face against his shoulder. He smelled heavenly, like citrus-tinged tea leaves, sex, and man. “Let it go to voicemail. I don’t want to move.”

“I don’t think I can move,” he confessed as the phone continued to buzz. “But it might be important.”

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