Page 32 of Deep Waters

“Oh, God.” Christian shuddered. His dick was leaking…a lot. He could feel, without looking down, how damp the front of his underpants was.

“Feels like a big dick,” Harry whispered right into his ear.

Christian guessed they were well matched, both around eight thick inches and uncut. “See for yourself,” he said.

Harry let out a light chuckle before sliding his thumbs into the waist of his underpants and shoving them down with his chinos. Christian’s cock sprang back, hitting his abdomen. Harry curled a determined hand around the shaft and cupped his smooth balls with the other. He gave both a gentle squeeze.

“Oh yeah. That feels perfect.”

Christian pushed his arse against Harry’s hips, enjoying the sensation of his bare skin against Harry’s jeans. Harry released his cock and moved his hands back to his butt. He jiggled both cheeks, feeling their muscular weight.

“Put your hands against the wall,” Harry instructed.

Christian did as he asked and widened his feet as far as his half-dropped pants would allow. Harry fell to his knees behind him, and when his hot breath swept across his buttocks, Christian’s skin rippled with gooseflesh. Harry planted a soft kiss on one cheek then the other.

“I could tell, even through your clothes that you had a great arse,” Harry murmured. “But, man, this is even more spectacular that I imagined.”

Despite their flirting and the close bond they had developed in the last few days, Christian was surprised to learn that Harry had been looking at him that way.Such a good-looking, sexy younger man.Part of him struggled to understand why anyone in their twenties would be interested in a man his age. Harry was on his knees, kissing his arse. There was nothing to struggle with there. He had to get over these insecurities and enjoy every delicious moment.

Harry spread his cheeks and drew his tongue along the deep crevice.

“Oh, wow,” Christian gasped, pressing his hot face against the wall. He grabbed the tails of his shirt and hitched them around his midriff to give Harry clear access. He dipped his knees and pushed back against his face. Harry seemingly had no qualms or reservations about eating his arse, murmuring with delight as he worked his tongue around the delicate contours of his opening, driving him crazy with the intensity of it all. Even the soft rasp of his beard against the sides of Christian’s hairless crack was a delight.

“You shave your butt?” Harry asked when he sat back, sounding breathless.

“I shave everything,” Christian replied, “except my head.”

“Hot. Take off your clothes and let me see you.”

Christian hauled his shirt over his head and flung it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and struggled out of his chinos, pants and socks, before turning to face Harry, who remained on the floor, gazing up at him with a playful smile on his lips and hungry desire in his eyes.

Although he was self-conscious of their age difference, Christian had few hang-ups about his body. He looked after himself. When he wasn’t on holiday, like now, he ate well, drank alcohol in moderation and went running three evenings a week. He had a lean, athletic figure with a muscular chest and flat stomach—no six-pack. He’d never had the time or the inclination to pursue such an unhealthy ascetic, but he was happy about the way he looked.

Judging from the wide smile on Harry’s face, he was, too.

“Beautiful,” Harry said, staring straight at his perfectly smooth cock and balls.

He ran his hand over Christian’s torso, making him shudder.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Huh?” Christian looked down as Harry gently traced his fingers across a long-faded scar on his abdomen. “Oh, that’s nothing, a bike accident when I was a teenager. I’ve had those scars for so long, I don’t even notice them anymore.”

“You poor thing.” Harry leaned forward and pressed the softest kiss to the faint pink line.

Christian shuddered again.

Harry licked his lips. “Ready to fuck? I sure am.”

Christian returned the grin. “I’ve been ready all day. Whatever you do, don’t touch my cock too much. I’m so turned on it would be like pulling a trigger.”

Harry got to his feet. “Right now, it’s your arse I’m interested in.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Christian rushed to the bathroom and retrieved a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube from his toiletry bag. When he returned, Harry had taken off his shoes and socks and was slipping his shirt from his shoulders. Christian took a sudden intake of breath. Harry had the strong arms and chest of a manual worker. His pecs and tight belly were coated with delicious dark-blond hair. There was some kind of Celtic tattoo design on his left shoulder. He flashed a shy-looking smile as Christian gazed at him.

“It’s my turn to show what I’ve got,” he said.

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