Page 7 of Crossed Sticks

The idea of swallowing Harper’s load in the Jitterbug’s bathroom unleashed more madness. I had as much of him in my mouth as I could manage, and I was jerking the part that wouldn’t fit. Putting my other hand to work, I tickled his balls. He got too loud, but then cut off the noise and rasped, “Swallow my fucking load.”

His body tensed when I squeezed his balls. “Shit!” he whispered, then flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was too much, and some dribbled down my chin. I’d never forget my first taste of him—his semen was muskier than his precum, and the sweet-saltiness would forever be Harper. When the shooting stopped, I used my tongue to clean him up.

He was purring when I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood. “Was that okay?” I asked.

“Mm. It was so fucking amazing.” He was still glassy-eyed.

“I’m glad. You taste great.”

He glanced down at my cock. “Want me to suck you?”

I’d have loved fucking his pretty mouth, but something about him made me want more. I held out my arms, and after he stepped into my hug, I licked the base of his throat and kissed his lips. “What would you say…” I nibbled his ear and whispered, “to having an adventure?”

“Aren’t we already?”

“Let’s up the ante. There’s something else we could do, and this would be a good place for it. It’ll get me off in no time.”

“I’m down, but I wish you could stay longer.”

“Me too, but we’re going to hang out, right? This is just the beginning, so let’s make the most of the time we have now.”

“I’ll do anything you want.” His cheeks turned bright red. “Even something nasty.”

“Take off your shorts.” I stepped back and got rid of my own clothes, noticing he still had a semi. If he could come again so soon, this would be scorching hot.

After he tossed his shorts onto the storage container with our other things, he looked down and gaped at me. “Damn, Luca. Call me a size queen, but you’re huge. A lot bigger than I am.”

“Never had any complaints.”Could I sound any more like an arrogant prick?“Glad you like it.”

“I love it already. Don’t want to count my chickens early or anything, but I can’t wait to get a closer look.”

My heart hammered in my chest. “Count away. And for the record, your cock’s big, too. Now, turn around and face the wall.” Molding myself to his back, I wrapped my arms around his chest. His heart was racing, and it sped up even more when I kissed the back of his neck.

His breath hitched, and he pressed backward against me. “You feel so good.”

I leaned my head forward, and when I touched my cheek to his, our scruff tangled. The thrill went right to my dick. Harper had a real beard, and for an awful second, I was afraid I might come all over his back. I wasn’t into twinks, and Harper was definitely all man.

He turned his head enough to see me, fire blazing in his eyes. “I’m down for it if you want to fuck, but I hope you have a condom. I think there’s a packet of lube in my shorts.”

His wild look and raspy voice told me he needed to get fucked.Holy God, why didn’t I put a condom in my pocket?I kissed his cheek, moaning when his stiff whiskers scraped against my lips. “I’d love to be inside you, but I don’t have a condom. We don’t need one for what I have in mind.” He hummed softly while I slid a finger down his crack and acrosshis taint, stopping where his scrotum began. There’s a natural hollow there, between the legs, and I pushed a finger into the space. “Okay if I fuck you here?”

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“Game on, Harper.” I spat in my hand and rubbed it around my dick. Positioning the head where my finger had been, I slid between his legs. The opening was warm and soft, and I whispered, “Squeeze your thighs together.” The result was a tight, hot fit that made me groan. I pulled back enough to spit on my dick and push it in again. His sweat, combined with my saliva, eased the friction, and I began thrusting.

“Fuck yes.” He followed his whisper with a lusty moan. “Goddamn, that feels good.”

I held on to his hips and thrust faster. He undulated against me, pushing backward while I gained speed. “Fuck,” I mumbled. “You feel amazing.”

He was unsteady on his feet, bracing himself against the wall, and I let go of his hips and wrapped my arms around his chest again. His muscles flexed while his bare back slid against me, the incredible sensation drawing loud moans from both of us.

“Oh God! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

I had a definite impression he liked this a lot. Was he a bottom? The idea of a guy like Harper with his legs in the air begging for it was incredibly hot. He was getting loud, so I removed a hand from his chest and put it over his mouth. “Need to stay quiet.”

He dialed the volume down, and I moved my hand back where it had been. The Jitterbug was always a ghost town on weekday afternoons, so I doubted anyone was out there to hear us, but there was no point in taking chances. Neither of us needed a public indecency charge.

“Fuck,” I croaked. “It’s like I’m inside you.”

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