Page 32 of Dire Straights

“I missed talking to you too, you know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “Seriously. I understand. Let’s just not do it again.” But the confirmation that he’d missed me like I’d been missing him made my stomach feel kind of fluttery. “Congratulations, by the way. You were awesome at the meet.”

“You saw that?” He asked, surprised.

“I watched your parts on the school’s Youtube channel,” I said. “You were really awesome.”

“Thanks. I’d never done a competition like that, so I was kind of nervous.”

“Well, it didn’t look like you were,” I said honestly. I patted the spot on the bed next to me, hoping he would take the hint and move back over beside me. He did, the sides of our thighs pressed together. “And, uh, I never really noticed this until I saw it on you, but the swim team uniforms are pretty slutty.”

He let out a little burst of laughter, grinning. “Yeah, I’m not sure slutty is what the athletic department was going for.”

“Well, you looked really good.”

“Thanks,” he said. But his tone of voice this time suggested he definitely knew he looked good in the tiny little speedo thing that barely covered anything. “So is that why you were watching? So you could be a perv, spying on me in my little swimsuit?”

“No, I was genuinely curious how you would do. The perving was just an added bonus.”

“At least you’re honest,” he observed, smirking a bit. But I could see that little spark in his blue eyes. I recognized it from the other day. The muscles in my stomach clenched a little and my dick twitched against my zipper.

“Always.”

“If you’re so honest, then what are you thinking about now?”

“Kissing you.”

He leaned into me, letting his lips glide over mine briefly before pulling away, just enough to tease me. He did it again, brushing against my mouth lightly for just a second. This time when he tried to pull away, I slid my fingers into his hair, holding his head in place while I licked at the seam of his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and parted his lips, inviting me in without hesitation. It was even better this time because we both knew exactly what to expect. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as I licked inside his mouth, swallowing his adorable whimpers and little moans. Who would have thought that a guy who looked likethatin a speedo would melt into such a pliant, submissive puddle when kissed?

Our positioning was awkward and I wanted more of his body, so I nudged at his waist, urging him to climb onto my lap. Breaking the seal of our kiss to breathe, he straddled my lap, one perfect thigh on either side of me. He looked so sexy and kind of desperate already, with swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. I reached down between his legs, and he was already fully hard. He bit down on his lower lip to try and stifle a moan, but his hips rolled into my hand, grinding his cock against my palm.

I kissed him again, lazily moving my tongue over his and nipping into his lip as I stroked him through his sweats. I already knew how sensitive his neck and ears were, so skimming my mouth there was an obvious and easy decision. He shivered in my arms, leaning his head back to give me more access to his sensitive flesh.

“You know,” I murmured, kissing and nuzzling at the spot right where his jaw met his ear. “Last time we did this, you left me really, really hard.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, gasping lightly when the tip of my tongue traced the shell of his ear. “Do you want me to make it up to you?”

“What did you have in mind?” I wondered, genuinely curious. But anything at this point would have been fine with me. I was almost painfully hard now, my cock straining against the rough denim of my jeans.

His lashes fluttered down over his eyes as he glanced down at my lap. “Well, I… I mean I don’t really know how, but I couldtry…”

“Try what?”

Instead of answering me, he slithered down onto his knees on the floor, nudging my knees apart so he was kneeling with my cock at eye-level. Oh, he wanted to trythat. When his gaze raised back up to mine, staring up at me from between my legs, my dick throbbed.

“You want to suck my cock, Maddy?” I asked, rifling my fingers through his soft locks of brown hair. He nodded slowly, cheeks pink. When his tongue darted out to wet his perfect, pink lips, I groaned a little. I’d almost never gotten taken care of in this way. Dragging my zipper down, I lifted my hips so I could tug my jeans and boxer briefs down my thighs a little.

When my cock sprang free, his eyes widened, locking onto it.

“Jesus, Ren.” He blinked, looking both turned on and a little apprehensive. “Your dick is huge.”

“Uh, well, I’m above average, yeah.”

“That’s kind of an understatement,” he said, sounding out of breath. But he curled his fingers around it, gently stroking it from root to tip, spreading my precum down my shaft. I hissed, my fingers tightening in his hair a little.

His awed, kind of timid expression as he stared at my dick replayed in my head. Did he look hesitant because he didn’t think it would fit, or was he worried about taking something sobig for his first time with a guy? The mere idea that someone like Maddy would want or even consider bottoming for me made my balls ache. The thought of pushing my cock into him and making him moan and come for me was almost too much to take.

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