Page 3 of Down My Chimney

I looked over my shoulder and saw him stroking his cock. I reallydidwish that were inside me. Any of my holes would do. My ass. My mouth. Hell, I’d probably find it arousing if he put it in my ear. His dick was just that good.

“Show me how much you want it,” he said. “Show me how much you wantme.”

I slid the dildo out slowly, then thrust it in again, whining with pleasure at the force of the intrusion. Even though I was in complete control, I liked to imagine it was Blake pushing into me, Blake driving the pace.

“All the way out,” he commanded. “I want to see your hole again.”

I was more than happy to oblige. I slid it out with a wetplop, my hole gaping at the sudden absence.

“Fuck, I want to taste you,” he moaned. “Want to stick my tongue as far inside you as it’ll go.”

I whimpered wordlessly. Both times Blake had rimmed me, it had been a struggle not to come too quickly. Seeing how much he enjoyed it lit a match inside me.

“I need you,” I whispered. “Need you so bad.”

“You want to come?” he asked.

That was another game we played, taking turns with who was allowed to come first.

“Please,” I begged. “Please let me.”

“Put it back in,” he said, “and fuck yourself with it.”

I pushed the dildo inside again, moaning at the penetration, then began to thrust it in and out as Blake watched.

“Faster,” he said. “Harder.”

Heat pooled at the base of my spine. Every cell in my body lit up, ready for release. I wasn’t even touching my cock yet, but it was rock hard, precum dripping from the tip. If we kept this up, there was a good chance I was going to come hands-free.

“So good,” I whined. “Fuck, Blake, you feel so good. I need you. Need your cock.”

“Soon,” he purred behind me. I took one more glance over my shoulder and saw him working his cock furiously. “So soon, baby. You’ll be down here, and I can give you everything you need.”

“It’s been too long,” I panted. “I need you so bad.”

“Gonna fill you up. Fuck you from the minute you arrive to the minute you leave. We’re not gonna leave my room once. Not even gonna leave the bed.”

“Fuck, yes.”

“You’re gonna be so worn out when you go back to LA. You’re gonna have trouble walking from all the dick you—shit, what the fuck?”

His voice changed suddenly, and I looked back in confusion to see Blake’s part of the screen swing wildly as he moved his phone around.

“Jesus, Matty, don’t you know how to knock? What the fuck are you doing?”

Before I could say anything, the screen went dark.

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Blake

“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted at my roommate.

I stabbed wildly at theend callbutton on my phone while grabbing my discarded T-shirt and throwing it over my cock.

There was nothing I could do to hide the fact that I was hard, or that I’d been jerking off, but if there were any kind of benevolent god up there, maybe,maybe, Matty hadn’t seen Henry on my screen before I’d angled it away.

“Coming to tell you that Coach said we have another early practice tomorrow,” Matty responded, looking at me like I was the one being weird. “Dev wants to get dinner now so he can get his beauty sleep. What areyoudoing?”

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