Page 48 of Crossed Sticks

“Who is it?” he called out.

“I think you know.”

When the door opened, a rush of adrenaline took my breath away. Harper smirked for a moment before glancing down at himself and then back at me. My dick took off like a rocket, because the only things Harper had on were a pair of boxers and a baseball cap, turned backward on his head. Fuck if he didn’t look like the hottest straight guy I’d ever seen.

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Luca blinked furiouslyas his cheeks turned bright red. Raising his hand, probably to quell the sudden heat, he scratched his stubble so hard I heard the rustle. His lips parted, and when he quirked an eyebrow, I moved aside to let him in. After I closed the door and turned around, he stepped forward for a kiss. Leaning away, I traced a fingertip across my chest, circling one of my nipples. “Sorry to come to the door like this. I was running late and couldn’t decide what to wear.”

He swallowed with an audible click. “No worries. Your outfit is perfect.” After looking me over a second time, he asked, “Do you always wear a hat when you’re getting dressed?”

Widening my eyes, I touched the Mohegan baseball cap. In a weak moment between fucks, Luca had told me how hot he thought it was when I wore a hat at the Jitterbug. “This? I haven’t styled my hair, so…”

He skimmed a finger along the waistband of my boxers and torqued his lips into an uneven smile. “You look like a straight guy who’s been up to no good.”

“Just hanging out.” Guys had described me as “straight acting” or “a frat boy come to life,” and Luca clearly liked that.

“Mm.” He scraped a thumbnail over my nipple, and the sharp tweak of discomfort made me gasp. “It’s a great look on you,” he said, sneaking two fingers under the waistband of my boxers and meeting my eyes. “Such abadboy. You’ve been fucking your girlfriend this afternoon, straight guy? Giving it to her hard?”

Unsure of what he wanted to hear, how far he wanted to carry this fantasy, I rolled my shoulders in a noncommittal shrug.

He grazed the head of my hard cock with his fingertips. “Youhavebeen. You’re still hard, but why? Need something else to satisfy you?” He slid his fingers out of my boxers, pulling the waistband out just enough so it snapped back with a loud smack. “You’re a naughty boy, and I know what you need.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Get on your knees, straight guy.”

“But I?—”

“On. Your. Knees.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down, and then nodded approvingly. “That’s better. Since fucking your girlfriend didn’t do it for you, we’ll see how you like sucking dick.”

He took his time unbuttoning his jeans. “Pull them down.” Apparently, I was too slow, because he put an edge into his voice. “Pull my fucking jeans down, now.”

A shudder rippled through me, not from the harshness of his words, but from excited relief. I’d always wanted to do this kind of role play. After pulling his jeans and underwear to his knees, I looked up into his eyes. He wanted fantasy, not truth, so I said, “I’ve never sucked a cock before. I don’t know how.”

“You’ll catch on.” His voice was gruff. “Just do what you like when your girlfriend blows you. And be careful—no teeth.”

As his dick bounced in front of me, the dark circumcision scar caught my eye. Smells of soap and man-musk had me moaning in appreciation.

“Suck my fucking cock, straight guy. I won’t tell you again.”

I used a finger to adjust his dick’s angle before tracing the scar with my tongue. His sharp gasp made my heart skip a beat, and I licked his shaft from the bottom to the top. His deep groans had me doing it several times, ending with a noisy slurp of precum from the tip.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes. I love your precum.”

“Don’t worry. There’s more where that came from.”

I wrapped my fist around the base of his shaft and took him in. He shuddered when I started sucking. Moving slowly, I pulled almost all the way off his cock before drawing him in again. He moaned his approval, so I increased the pace, swirling my tongue and varying the suction. Since he was too big to deepthroat, I jerked the bottom of his shaft while I blew him.

“So good, baby. Do it just like that.”

When I focused on the sensitive spot under the head, his long, gruff moan sent shivers through me. Using my free hand, I shoved my boxers down my thighs and started jerking off.

“That’s it, straight guy,” he whispered, “make yourself feel good.”

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