Page 55 of Dire Straights

“Thanks,” I said, practically drooling as his tight hole clenched around my fingers. And I was the only guy who’d ever been in there. Everyone else was definitely missing out. “I grew it myself,” I added.

Slowly raising his head up to meet my gaze, he blinked a few times before shaking his head. “Dork.”

“But I’m your dork,” I countered, shuddering when he tore open a condom packet and rolled it down onto my shaft. “And I’m really cute and I make you happy.”

“Definitely.” He chuckled a little, reaching down to line my cock up with his hole. I leaned forward and captured his lips as he slowly sank down onto it, muffling his whimpers. “Ngh, Ren. Fuck.”

“You’re so, so good at taking me in, Maddy,” I panted, clamping my fingers around his waist. His abs flexed under the pads of my thumbs as I bottomed out. I couldn’t tell him, because I was sure he didn’t want to hear about the sex I’d had with my ex-girlfriend, but she’d never been able to take me all the way in. I always had to be really careful, always measuring my thrusts to make sure I didn’t hurt her. But with him, I could just let go and focus on how amazing it felt.

His arms were around my neck again, our tongues slicking against each other as he rolled his hips, letting my cock fill him up over and over until his thighs were quivering on either side of my lap, his weeping cock grinding into my stomach. I pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing it aside so he wouldn’t smear all over it.

Sliding my hands around him, I gripped onto his ass, tugging him up and then pulling him back down onto me to meet my thrusts. His head fell back as he moaned, and with my mouth free, I dipped down to drag my tongue over his nipple. Whimpering and arching his back, he pulled my head closer to his chest, encouraging me to keep going. He had really sensitive nipples. He curled his fingers into my hair, his moans filling up the small bedroom. He definitely wasn’t being quiet.

“Oh my god, fuck me just like that,” he gasped out, when I shifted under him so I could buck up at a different angle into his prostate. Part of me knew I should try to cover his mouth or tell him to hush or something, but… Another part of me loved theidea of everyone knowing how good I could make him feel. Not that I thought any of our friends were gunning to take my place or anything, but… If anyone had any ideas, they could forget it. Only I could make him feel like this.

He was so tight and so hot, his ass constantly clenching and twitching around my cock as I rocked my hips up into him, desperate for the incredible friction. I could always tell when he was getting close, because I could feel his shivers and shudders start pulsing around me, like he was trying to hold it back.

When he raised his gaze to stare at me, I almost came on the spot. He looked so blissed out, his eyes half-lidded and his lips swollen from our rough kisses. Biting down into that deliciously plump lower lip, he let out a really gorgeous whine.

“Fuck. Ren, I’m close.”

Intense heat was gathering in the base of my spine, radiating out to burn all my nerve endings. “Me too,” I panted. It was so good, hovering right on that line of ecstasy, just before it all came crashing down.

He bowed back, digging his fingernails into my shoulders as he cried out, his come splashing up onto my chest. The way his ass spasmed around me when he was having an orgasm was indescribable, dragging me over the edge with him. My balls drew up and I groaned out his name, letting my forehead drop onto his shoulder as I spilled into the condom.

Shivering as the waves of pleasure began to fade off, he cupped my cheeks in his hands and pulled me into another kiss. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?” I asked, grinning against his mouth as he pecked me with kisses. “You definitely did most of the heavy lifting there.”

“I meant thank you for the party. For thinking of me. For being so sweet to me all the time.”

“No thanks necessary,” I said, holding him tight to me, if only for the moment. I knew we’d have to go back out eventually, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. “I like making you happy. I really, really like you, Maddy.”

“I really like you too,” he answered, nuzzling into me so my neck muffled his words. He wasn’t the most cuddly usually, so I must have really earned his affection with the silly party. “You’re like the only thing keeping me sane right now.”

“You know… If you have too much going on, you don’t have to do everything,” I told him softly, running a hand down his back. “It feels like swimming is making you really stressed. Maybe you should just quit.”

He was silent for a while after that, and I worried that maybe I’d pissed him off. But finally, he spoke, sounding exhausted.

“I just can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “My dad would be so upset.”

I wanted to protest, to ask him to reconsider. They didn’t deserve his loyalty or commitment and his dad wasn’t the one living his life. But I knew arguing about it would only stress him out more, so I just held him like that for a few minutes. Eventually, we stood up, briefly cleaning ourselves up before slipping our shirts back on.

“Okay, now I get cupcakes, right?” Maddy asked as we sauntered back into the living room.

“Need to replenish your carbs, do you?” Caelyx wondered. Maddy shot him the finger, but otherwise ignored him. Maybe it was part of Maddy’s birthday present from everyone that they didn’t tease us mercilessly about leaving to do it.

They were all in more or less in the same position we’d left them, only the TV was on and paused at the beginning of a movie. I’d forgotten Arie’s stipulation for helping me set everything up was that we all watch the next installment of the horror series he’d gotten us all hooked on. He’d even orderedCaelyx and Cyprian to be caught up on the series before the party. He was small, but he could be pretty intimidating when he wanted to be, so I was pretty sure they’d complied with his wishes. And since we’d started watching them here, we didn’t have to all be crammed up in the tiny dorm room anymore.

“Cupcakes, then movie,” Arie confirmed, like the sparkly little drill sergeant he was. Aspen hopped up, scurrying into the kitchen to retrieve them. We’d all hung out here so many times now, everyone was comfortable and didn’t feel like guests in the house.

“I want to be clear I used my employee discount for this order, but I had no hand in requesting any of these design elements,” Aspen pointed out, setting the white bakery box in front of us. When he lifted the lid, I was confused but Maddy scoffed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. But he was smiling. There were two dozen cupcakes, some with basketballs and music notes iced onto the top, and some with a logo that said Wildcats.

“Is this about that musical thing?” I wondered. “Do I need to watch those movies?” Was I missing out on some cultural masterpiece?

“No, you don’t,” Maddy assured me. “I barely even look like the guy, from like one angle maybe.”

“You sure you don’t want to quit playing sports and sing?” Arie teased, clearly pleased with himself for the cupcakes. I glanced at Maddy, a bit nervous that he’d take the joke badly, since we’d just had the conversation about him quitting the swim team, but he just laughed it off.

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