Page 13 of Touchdown

I can feel Cody start to get hard behind me. Great.

“I’m sorry,” Cody mutters. “Just ignore it. It’ll go away.”

“You didn’t get hard last night,” I point out resentfully. Why does he have to make things awkward now? As if I wouldn’t be in the same state were our positions reversed, hypocrite that I am.

“Last night I was worried you were going to keel over from hypothermia. Forgive me for having bigger things on my mind than my dick.”

Well, I suppose that makes sense. I can’t help but give my butt a vindictive little wriggle. Cody deserves it after everything he’s done since joining the team.

“Fuck,” Cody mutters. I wait for him to tell me to stop, but he turns the tables on me, grabbing my hips and thrusting his cockagainst my ass. I imagine what it would feel like if there were no layers of clothes between us and let out a groan of my own.

Cody keeps humping my ass and I let him, enjoying letting him get himself worked up.

“Stop.”

Cody whines softly but stops immediately, removing his hands and pushing himself as far back as he can in the limited space. “Do you want to rearrange our sleeping bags? We don’t have to share if it makes you uncomfortable—”

“Shut up.”

Before Cody can take offense, I turn and reach into his pants. I pull them down and wriggle myself further down in the sleeping bag so that I can reach him with my mouth.

It’s really warm down here and Cody’s cock is the best source of heat. I swallow it eagerly, enjoying how it immediately fills my mouth and hits at the back of my throat. I brace my hands on either side of him to give myself better leverage and start moving up and down along his shaft.

Cody is making small, desperate whimpers and I have a wicked idea. I pull off his cock, causing a moan of protest, but I shush him and crawl out of the sleeping bag. Good thing I brought lube. Not that I expected to be having sex on the retreat, but it’s always more fun to masturbate with a bit of lube.

“Luke, what are you doing?”

“Just be quiet and spread your legs.”

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Cody spreads his legs and tilts his hips up slightly, giving me the access I want. I lube up one finger and slide it easily into his ass. At the same time, I take his cock back into my mouth.

As I work his cock, I search with my finger, curling it inward until Cody lets off a strangled cry that tells me I’ve found his prostate.

I batter it relentlessly as I suck his cock, and less than a minute later, Cody is coming into my mouth. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to add a second finger yet.

I swallow everything before licking his cock clean, sending shudders through him. Cody grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up, kissing me hard the moment my mouth is in reach. I moan into the kiss and now I am the one who is doing the dry humping, grinding myself into Cody’s knee.

“Give me the lube.”

I surrender it easily and let Cody take my pants off.

“I’m not going to touch your cock,” Cody says quietly. Before I can exclaim in outrage, he continues. “I’m going to give you pleasure through your ass and you’re going to come with your cock untouched.”

“I can’t, Cody. I’ve never done it before.”

“Well, tonight will be a first, then, won’t it? Don’t you dare touch. Hands above your head.”

For some reason, I find myself obeying him. He’s just so hot when he’s like this—hotter than usual, if that’s possible—all sexy and commanding. His white hair flops forward over his forehead. Fuck, he is beautiful.

Cody pushes one finger into my ass, finding my prostate with a few sure strokes. I buck up, bringing my cock into contact with the sleeping bag, but Cody quickly rectifies that problem. He unzips the sleeping bag and throws the top half aside, exposing us to the cold air, but suddenly I’m overheating anyway and don’t care so much about the cold.

What I care about is the burning inferno in my cock. I’ve never been so hard in my life, and I’ve never so desperately wanted to touch myself. I don’t, though. I want to try Cody’s plan. The idea of coming untouched is one I like a lot; I can’t deny that much.

Cody keeps stroking my prostate, driving my slowly wild with desire. I need to come so badly, but I can’t quite get there.

“Cody… I can’t—I need to touch, please…”

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