Page 31 of The Jock
Colby clutched Milo’s ass and gave the globes a firm squeeze. Milo rocked forward, making Colby let out an embarrassingly needy whimper.
“Like that?”
“Oh fuck, so much,” Colby said as Milo pressed stubbly kisses against his cheek.
“Yeah?” Milo swirled his hips in a circular motion, making Colby’s brain go offline again at the sensation. It was fucking delicious—Milo’s cock, trapped in lace but so fucking hard for him. For him.
Colby slid one hand up Milo’s back and toyed with the short hairs at the back of Milo’s neck as he pulled him into another kiss. On top of him, Milo ground against Colby’s cock.
“Can you get off like that?” Colby broke their kiss to ask.
“Oh, honey, I can get off in a million different ways.” Mischief danced in Milo’s eyes. “The question is…do you want me to?”
“I want…” Colby swallowed a lump of apprehension. “I want you to do whatever you want to do.”
Milo’s eyebrow quirked up, a silent question. A subtle accusation ofare you crazy?
“Whatever you want,” Colby assured him.
“Lube?” Milo asked, his voice thick and husky.
“Nightstand.”
Milo scrambled off long enough to get the lube. He resumed his position on top and Colby watched, transfixed, as Milo pulled his panties down, tucking them behind his balls. Milo had a nice dick. Long and veiny, not super thick, but Colby knew it would burn going in regardless. Or maybe Milo didn’t top. It didn’tmatter anyway. Not right now. Maybe it would later when Milo wasn’t squirting lube into his hand and then wrapping it around Colby’s cock.
Colby’s hips arched off the bed, fucking into Milo’s fist. Milo chuckled quietly, then took both of their cocks in his hand and stroked them together. Those long fingers made Colby shiver when they gently stroked down his shaft. But more than that, the feeling of Milo’s cock against his was a heaven Colby had never experienced before.
Milo’s gentle touch was almost torture. Then, with his free hand, Milo put his hand on Colby’s chest and brushed his thumb over one of Colby’s nipples. His dick throbbed at the sensation. Sparks flew and he nearly flew off the bed.
“Like that?”
Colby panted, half out of his mind with arousal so thick he could barely speak. “No one’s ever?—”
“Oh, honey,” Milo purred. “You’ve been missing out.”
Colby nodded. Words no longer existed. All he could think of was how he needed more. More friction and more Milo and more of this. More of whatever was building inside him. Colby reached up and wrapped his hand around their cocks, joining Milo’s. Milo smiled and grabbed the lube again, squirting more onto their cocks.
There was more lube than Colby usually used, but he didn’t mind. Nothing about this was something he usually did. Milo tipped his head back, elongating his throat and Colby was struck with the urge to lick it. Kiss it. To drag his lips around on it marking him and leaving a trail of beard burn.
Colby settled for helping Milo jerk them off, adding more pressure to the wet slide of their hands. Milo’s hand was warm and strong, and Colby knew he’d dream about this later. About the purple lace and the delicate way Milo touched his nipple. About having another cock pressed against his own.He’d dreamabout this forever. If Colby was lucky, Milo would agree to do this again.
Colby’s second orgasm was close now. Too close. He released his hold on their dicks and looked up at Milo.
“Get yourself off, Milo. I want to see you.”
Milo let go and planted both hands on Colby’s chest, then he moved his hips, grinding his dick against Colby’s. He leaned forward, trapping their cocks between their bodies and then Milo was kissing him again. Colby wrapped his arms around Milo’s back and held him tight as Milo continued to hump and grind and chase his release.
Colby knew a moment before it happened when Milo stopped kissing and his movements became jerky and rushed. Then Milo was crying out against Colby’s mouth as his cock twitched between them, covering Colby in his release. Milo kept moving, grinding and grinding and whimpering until Colby cupped Milo’s ass and held him so tight he couldn’t do much more than desperately writhe.
Colby came again, which he would’ve thought impossible. And it wasn’t much of an orgasm, having already shot his load all over Milo not too long ago, but because he’d already come, it felt bigger. The way it overwhelmed him was wonderfully excruciating. It hurt in ways he couldn’t describe.
His dick ached from what it would call abuse—his dick was dramatic—and his chest was so tight he thought it might collapse in on itself.
Milo flopped over on the bed next to him and Colby rolled onto his side, still in his pants, still with his dick hanging out, and he pulled Milo close. He dragged his fingers over Milo’s cheek and leaned into a kiss. It was softer and sweeter than the ones they’d shared earlier. The perfect afterglow kiss. Languid and lazy and tinged with arousal, but muted now.
Milo ended the kiss and gave Colby a questioning look. “So?”
“So?” Colby asked, confused.
