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He roars into my mouth and slams his cock deep one more time. I’m so close, right on the edge, but I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming. I clench my ass around him, marveling at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of me as hisorgasm rocks him. My cock throbs and my muscles quake with the effort it takes to hold back. I ride his cock until I can feel his orgasm ebbing, and then I climb off, lift his hips up, and slam into him in one fluid motion.
Slater throws his head back and screams, his hole squeezing around my cock, then relaxing, fluttering around me with the aftershocks of his orgasm. It only takes a couple of thrusts, feeling the tight heat of him surrounding me and the sticky wetness of his cum leaking from my hole, sliding down my balls and the insides of my thighs, and I’m done for.
I pull him into my arms and capture his mouth in another kiss as I fill him as deep as I can. My cock starts to throb and pulse with endless waves of pleasure. It’s dizzying and perfect, just like every moment with Slater has been since the day we met.
Even after my orgasm fades and my softening cock slips out of his hole, I can’t stop kissing him. We end up tangled up in each other again, both messy with lube and cum, trading drowsy kisses while we catch our breath.
“Hey, we kind of got distracted,” he says after a few minutes. “Do you want to finish talking about your dad?”
“Not much else to say.” I shrug. I told Slater the hardest parts, the parts that stuck with me on my way to the airport with Logan and then back home. But overall, it wasn’t so bad. My dad was how I expected him to be, but by the end of the visit, it already seemed like he was coming around in his own way. He even hugged us both before we left and told me to come see him again soon, so that’s something. “He’s not a bad guy, he’s just ignorant. But he’s coming around. Maybe I’ll bring you next time, let you win him over with that smile of yours.”
Slater grins just like I was hoping he would, and I card my fingers through his hair, then nibble on his bottom lip.
“You want to move your stuff into my room?” I ask.
“Are you just asking that because then we can turn my bedroom into a home gym?”
“Obviously.”
He chuckles, and we end up with our tongues tangled and our mouths too busy to talk again for a while before he eventually pulls back and answers.
“Yeah, I want to live with you as boyfriends, not just roommates. I want to bring you to my family Christmas and plan a future with you and maybe get a dog someday.”
“Make it a cat and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
He narrows his eyes at me in challenge. “How about both?”
I chuckle and nuzzle my nose against his. “Both sounds good.”
The End
