Page 33 of Dire Straights

“Is this good?” He wondered softly, sounding so insecure it shocked me. His touch was unsure, but it still felt so good.

“It’s great,” I said honestly, trying not to pant. “You’re doing amazing, Maddy. You’re so hot.”

When he leaned down to start pressing sexy little kisses along my cock, I braced my palms on the mattress, leaning my head back to stare up at the ceiling. “Oh god, that’s really, really good.”

He opened his mouth to take me in, suckling at my head, sweeping his tongue across my slit, another fat drop of precum leaking out against it. He started slow, and I suddenly worried that he would hate the taste or just the act itself. But then after a few minutes he was eagerly taking me in as deeply as he could, my swollen head brushing the back of his throat, his fist stroking up and down the bit he couldn’t fit in. His soft little moans were vibrating down the length of my cock, settling in my balls, where I felt like I was going to burst. It took every ounce of my self control not to hold his head still so I could thrust myself into his throat.

“M-Maddy,” I groaned out, cupping under his chin to gently lift him off me.

“You didn’t like it?” He asked, sounding just a bit hurt. It made me feel so protective, like I’d take down an army for him. Which was stupid, because, well… He was him and I was me.

“I love it,” I murmured. “It’s just that I want to make you come, too.” When I gently pulled him back up, I saw his sweats were tented out with a dark, wet spot in the front where his neglected cock was leaking out his frustration.

“But I’m supposed to be paying you back,” he reminded me.

“You did, believe me. Can I?” I asked, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his pants. He took a deep breath but nodded, biting down into his lip as I slid them down his legs. His body was ridiculous, all lean, firm muscles and smooth, hairless skin. Just like the rest of him, his cock was pretty much perfect. Just the right size and shape, and flushed with a pretty pink tone.

“Sit on my lap again, like before,” I ordered, scooting farther onto the mattress so my back was against the wall. He wriggled back onto me, straddling my thighs, pressing up against me so our cocks were lined up. He didn’t hesitate or wait for any kind of signal, immediately grinding his cock against mine, wantonly moaning at the contact. “Poor baby,” I said teasingly, noting his desperate reaction.

He looked embarrassed by my statement, but didn’t comment, panting heavily between those sexy, gorgeous noises. How was someone like me making someone like him feel so good?

I was close, and I wanted us to finish together, so I reached down to grip him, holding his slippery cock tight against mine so he could fuck my fist too. It only took a few more thrusts before he was bucking his hips desperately against me.

“A-ah, Ren. I’m going to come. Oh, fuck.” He dissolved into whimpers as he came, hot come spurting out hard between my fingers. Amazing heat rolled through my body as I followed him, taking myself in my hand so I could spill it onto his lap. The combination of both our loads painted his dick and balls and thighs a pearly white.

“Um, sorry about that,” I said, once my breath had returned to me, gesturing to his dripping body.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Just grab that towel over there for me.”

I handed it to him, tucking myself back into my boxer briefs and pulling my jeans up while he cleaned himself off. When he was done, he sighed deeply, collapsing on the bed.

“I can’t believe I still came before you,” he grumbled, pouting a bit. His blushes were just out of this world cute. It was kind of cruel to enjoy his embarrassment, but I couldn’t help it.

“Well, it was basically at the same time,” I said. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. As long as we both enjoy whatever we do, then I’m happy.”

“Me too, I guess,” he said, eyeing me a bit cautiously. I knew that look very well now. He wanted to say something, but he was fighting with himself.

“What is it?” I asked. He averted his gaze from me, looking into an empty corner.

“I don’t really want to label everything right now, and… I don’t exactly know what I want, but…”

“But?”

“But don’t do this with anyone else. Only me.”

My eyes widened, and I felt my mouth tug up into a smile. I definitely hadn’t expected that.

“Only with you, Maddy.” Like I’d even bother looking at anyone else.

MADDOX

THE REST OFSeptember flew by. Between swim practice and studying for midterms, I hung out with my roommates and Ren’s friends, but mostly Ren. We spent a lot of time together, and only about half that time was spent sucking or jerking each other off. We’d stayed up late working on our writing project the night before it was due. We got a B, so the teacher wasn’t exactly raving about our talent and hard work, but it hadn’t tanked our grades either.

The rest of my classes were fine. I’d tried to find a decent balance of classes that actually interested me and were relevant to my degree, as well as ones I needed that I didn’t really give a shit about, like writing.

Ren’s friends knew about us. Of course they didn’t care or have a problem, they were all varying shades of queer themselves. But they respected us enough to keep it quiet in public spaces. I wasn’t ready for my roommates to know yet, though I was certain Cyprian, at least, wouldn’t have an issue with me being bi. There’d been a couple of crossover hangouts with him and Ren’s friends, and he hadn’t seemed bothered or shocked by them.

But at the moment I had more pressing issues that required my attention. I’d just gotten a package delivered, an order that I’d placed only a couple of days prior. Thank you, capitalist overlords. It had come in a plain, unmarked box, which I was very grateful for. I’d really, really hate anyone to see me carrying in a box that announced to the world that I’d bought a dildo.

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