Page 79 of First Puck

I groaned in reply. Nothing was sexier than when Alex was honest with me.

I never thought I’d say someone’s ass was delicious, but hearing Alex collapse for me like that was so sweet that I went for it again.

My neck craned upward; it was a strain, but I was putting in one hundred percent. No part of him was going unloved tonight, I’d make sure of it.

Lance would be like dust in the fucking wind by the time I was finished with Alex.

I went harder, and his balls hit my chin as I got to work, determined to make it the best ass-licking he’d ever have.

Even if he went on to have a hundred boyfriends after this, he’d never forget his first.

“Brad, I—”

I pressed my tongue harder and went for it. Licking, sucking, circling, learning each crease and ridge of his hole. Every moan sent me wild, and, to make it even worse, he was sloppily sucking me off while melting under my tongue.

He kept trying to take my cock deeper, but every time I licked him, he cried out so loudly that all he could do was lap at my head.

I was a fucking genius. I was going to add “world class ass-licker” to my resume when I left college.

“Brad, please. I need more. Do it harder.”

He was so open and vulnerable, and I was so sure he was only like that because it was me.

I groaned against him as I kept going. I stroked his cock as I licked him, his pre-cum getting thicker. From the way his ass bucked against my face, I was sure he was as close as I was.

“It’s perfect.” He gasped against my cock. “Your tongue feels so good, Brad,” he said shakily, still sucking on my tip. “Why does this feel so amazing?”

My mind went blank again as Alex pressed the hot tip of his tongue against my slit, just like I was doing with his ass. I couldn’t hold on when he was so shy and hungry at the same time.

He was moaning and gasping around my cock. This ten-ton guy that had always beaten me in absolutely everything we’d done was as soft as butter for me.

“It’s because it’s me, isn’t it?” I said, kissing his ass. I was close to laughing because it was so crazy, and I loved it. But I didn’t want to set his nerves off again.

If he lost his stride and backed out now, I was going to be on my knees begging him not to get angry with me again.

And then we could have our very first round of make-up sex, followed by our first make-up cuddle. And then I could give himhis first make-up kiss. It would basically open the door to a hundred new firsts.

It was dead simple: we’d still be friends, but his ass would be way more involved.

“Yes,” he groaned as I got back into it. “It’s you, Brad. I’m so glad it’s you.”

I stilled, my face right in his ass just as he started bobbing over my cock, my heart pounding in my ears at the way he said it. Or maybe it waswhyhe said it.

It was like I was thrown outside of my body. Or my body was full. Or just something to explain how the words swirling inside me were suddenly the most important things in the world. I needed to know that he wanted me, that he didn’t just want to screw around.

He wantedme.

“Brad?” his voice wavered. “What’s wrong?”

I’d been quiet for too long. I quickly caught myself, though now it felt ten times more awkward. How was I supposed to tell him I wanted this to be special when we were just fucking about?

“Nothing, dude. I’m just so into the way your hole is twitching for me. You just love my tongue that much, don’t you?”

He moaned as I licked him again, squeezing my eyes closed as he bent down, licking me, too.

Like, I’d never imagined doing this with another guy. It was only because it was Alex. Alex was the only guy who can make my cock hard like that. And Alex was the only guy who made me want to fuck him.

I pulled back from his ass. “Hey, Alex?” I asked, replacing my tongue with two fingers, circling his asshole again. “Do you like it like this?” I rubbed more, trying to get him to moan again. “Because I kinda want you to come right now. Like, I want to feel your ass clench around me, you know?”

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