Page 38 of The Road to Home Base
“Let’senjoyeach other’s company tonight.” My lips fumbled awkwardly through the word, knowing exactly how I meant it. “But I think we should hold off on seeing each other until the twenty-seventh. It’ll make it that much more special.”
“I think…” He pressed his lips together and looked at the ground. “I think that’s a good idea. I promise I won’t text you every five minutes.” He held up a finger. “But I will text you before and after each game. If that’s okay?”
I reached my hand forward and cupped his cheek. “Please, never stop doing that. The first thing I do when I’m done with a game is check my phone for a text from you.”
“It’s a deal then,” Alex said as he stood from the stool, yanked me to my feet, and wrapped his arms around me. The sudden physical embrace stoked a new fire to life and the reaction was instant. Alex, having obviously felt it, pulled back but still kept his arms around me. “Well, you did say toenjoyeach other’s company tonight.”
I playfully pushed him away but he deftly brushed my hands and slipped right inside my guard. His lips touched mine at thesame time his hand slipped down the waistband of my shorts. I groaned in his mouth and he swallowed my pleasure. He squeezed my hardness and pulled me by that same hand toward the darkened living room.
“If we won’t be seeing each other for the next eight days,” Alex cooed in my ear as he cock-walked me to the couch, “you have to do everything I tell you tonight. Deal?”
“Sure thing, coach,” I said with a grin.
“Coach?” His hand squeezed me and I shuddered. “Oh, I’m likin’ that.”
“Good,” I said as a building lust swelled within me. “Teach me a few things, will you?”
“Sit,” Alex commanded. I crashed into the corner seat of my couch while Alex stood. I started to pull down my shorts, but he said, “Ah-ah. I didn’t say to do that yet.”
My breathing went shallow. My hardness grew painful, throbbing with the beat of my rapid heart. “What should I do, then?” I asked.
“I already told you,” Alex said as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed down. “Sit.”
His shorts and boxers dropped. Cock springing free. My eyes traced his nakedness, found the desire in his eyes, the slight tremble in his hands as he stepped forward and wiggled his way onto my lap. My hands went to his hips but he slapped them away.
“Just. Sit.” His voice cut through the silence as he pressed his lips against my ear. My dick strained in my shorts at the heat that pressed through from his ass. His own hard cock rubbed against my shirt as his hands grabbed my shoulders.
He pressed our mouths together and I let him take his need from me. My hands lay still by my side as his naked body pressed fully into mine. My hands itched to reach forward and stroke his cock, to run my thumb along the heaviness of his balls and makehim shiver. But, as coach said, I remained still and let him take the lead.
Alex put his hands on the hem of my shirt and started to lift, but paused when I moved my hands to help. He leaned back and gave me a look. I playfully rolled me eyes and put my hands back as he lifted my shirt up my body, the collar snapping over my chin. He kept it there. Blinded.
I felt his fingers curl inside the band of my shorts. My breath caught in my throat as he yanked them down, my boxers with them. His hands went back to my head and ensured my shirt stayed on the top portion of my face, unable to see him, but my mouth and chin were exposed.
Alex’s skin was back on mine. His hardness pressed into my stomach, into me, as he straddled me once more. His mouth on my mouth. A kiss so deep I thought I would climax just from feeling the heat of his ass on me. Our dicks slid together. I felt a ribbon of precome ooze out from mine and slick his, priming him for something more.
I felt Alex’s body pull away and heard him shuffle as my mouth dropped open in anticipation of our next kiss. He collided back into me, but in an awkward way. His skin was on my skin but…
He pressed hard against my chest. Braced against me. Then I felt his bare feet press on my knees.
Feet on my knees…?
He yanked my shirt off my head. He was sitting in my lap, his back to my chest, his feet on my legs to help with leverage. His hands went between our legs and both grabbed my cock as he lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered, the heat of his ass sliding against me. One of my hands went to grab his cock, the other went to his throat where I directed his head to turn, to kiss, to give.
Alex allowed more control. I lifted my hips to ease into hishands, stroking my cock.
Two hands. I craned my neck to look. Something about the sight of him needing two hands to pleasure me gave me even more pleasure. I generally used two hands when having fun with myself and the fact that he picked up on it made me harder. The way his fingertips brushed against my balls, the other hand running up and down the length of me, slicking my cock with my own precome…
His feet dropped from my knees, landed on the floor, as his thighs then squeezed at the base of my cock. He worked his hips something fierce, gyrating and pumping the air as my dick slid in between his squeezed thighs. For a moment I lost my own grip on his dick as a wave of pleasure seized me. My breath constricted and my focus went entirely to my own needs. Both hands went to his hips. Teeth sunk into the base of his neck.
“You like that?” he asked me.
I couldn’t answer. I could only continually buck my hips up. When the head of my cock slid down and then up between his thighs, almost like…
“I want you to come,” he said as his hands slapped down on the couch for leverage to work his body against mine. “Come for me, Rome.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands squeezed his sides and I growled into his ear as heat burned from inside me, every last sense singing with pleasure. I let loose a guttural moan as my balls constricted and my dick quivered. A torrent of come sprang from the head of my cock and splashed down on Alex’s thighs. He already had his hand on his own cock, furiously stroking himself and coming moments after I did. A painting of silky white mixed together, a sight that I savored and would revisit in the days to come.
My gliding cock slowed, my breath still labored as I wrapped both of my arms around Alex’s waist, as if I could hold himcloser. He collided fully into me, letting the entirety of his weight press against my chest. I kissed his shoulder blades repeatedly as I let myself come down from the high.
