Page 79 of Playing the Game
He reached across and massaged Jonas’ dormant cock.
“What are you up to?” Jonas asked.
“Just checking your responses.”
As if by magic, Jonas’ cock hardened in his hand.
“We can’t the morning of a game,” Jonas said.
Adam scooted over so he was on top of Jonas. “What about if we take it slowly?”
He gasped as Jonas ran his fingertips along his arms.
“That might be permissible.”
Adam scrambled up so he sat back on his heels. The whole of Jonas’ beautiful body lay before him. He palmed his own erection.
Would he ever tire of this sight?
He bent forward and stroked Jonas. In silence and with care, he rediscovered every part of Jonas’ skin that was available to him. He smiled to himself when he saw Jonas’ hard-on straining. He’d purposefully avoided that area.
Then he stopped. Jonas was watching him. His eyes filled with trust.
“I really care for you,” Adam said.
Deep down he wanted to tell Jonas he loved him but that really could fuck things up before one of their most important matches.
“Show me.”
Adam leant down and took the whole of Jonas in his mouth. This made Jonas squirm and cry out. The need to taste Jonas overwhelmed Adam. He sucked hard. His lips plunging up and down the shaft. Already salty precum danced on his tongue.
“I won’t take long,” Jonas warned.
This only served to make Adam work harder at his goal. Withone hand he gently massaged Jonas’ balls. With the other, he reached up and played with Jonas’ nipple.
At that moment, all Adam could focus on was giving Jonas pleasure.
Jonas ran his hands over Adam’s head. The friction from his newly cut hair sending tingles down Adam’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” Jonas stammered. “I’m going to come.”
Adam kept up the pace. He wanted this more than anything.
Then Jonas’ body went prone and he cried out. “Knulla.”
Thick spurts of come spilled onto Adam’s tongue. It was warm from Jonas’ body and it turned Adam on that it was inside his own system.
He reached for his cock and sought his own climax. Jonas was shuddering as the final throes of the orgasm swept through him.
Adam moved back. Jonas’ eyes darted to Adam’s cock.
“Come for me,” he instructed.
He lay back and watched as Adam massaged his own cock. Their eyes were locked. Then from nowhere the rush of warning hit him.
“Oh yeah,” he managed.
Then he came. Pleasure ignited within him and he fell forward, supporting himself with one hand. He juddered as the pleasure swept over him. Gently slowing and leaving him breathless.
