Page 4 of His First Deep Snow
“I’m always prepared. You never know when opportunity knocks. So, want some?”
“No!”
That’d be gay, right? Sharing lube would be a step too far.
“So it’s true. It’s not essential for uncut guys.”
“Shut up. Do you talk this much with all your hookups?”
“This is a hookup?”
“Just- ugh, shut up. Can’t a guy jerk off in peace?”
“I’m being quiet as a mouse. You’re the one who keeps raising his voice,” Lance said, pure mischief. “At this rate, the librarian is going to catch us, coming in the aisles.”
Reece’s mind helpless provided him with the image, the librarian standing at the end of the aisle, hands on hips, telling them what naughty boys they were being. Lance would get on his hands and knees, open his mouth and let the hot librarian use it until he finished.
How was Reece able to picture this clearly? Because yesterday Lance had shared a video of him giving head. And minutes later he’d messaged Reece that he knew where to hide so they could pull an all-nighter in the library.
“Thought you said you sucked him off, so he’d leave without checking.”
“Thought you said you didn’t believe me.”
Reece grunted. That didn’t deserve a response.
Lance subsided into blessed silence. Reece was free to stroke himself in peace. Except… he couldn’t ignore the line of heat at his side, Lance’s quickened breath in his ear, or the now slick sound of a lubed dick getting beat faster and faster.
God.
Reece couldn’t admit the real reason he’d said no to the lube. The amount of precum slicking his palm was obscene.
He was already so close. It was embarrassing. The lube would have only made it worse.
“Hey dude, weird question,” Lance said.
Reece’s answering, “What,” was more of a grunt than a word.
“I’ve never blown an uncut dick before.”
Reece’s hand froze and clenched hard on the base of his dick. Lance couldn’t mean-
“Would it be weird…?”
“No.” The word was almost a gasp.
Now he really was having an out-of-body experience. Floating above in the darkness, watching as his friend knelt over his dick, felt the hand still slick with lube replace his, stroke him once, inhale deeply, and then-
Reece was slammed back into his body.
Warmth enveloped his dick.
Reece gasped - far too loud - what if someone heard?
Lance’s free hand unerringly found Reece’s mouth, palm firm against Reece’s lips. Lance had done this before.
Oh fuck. It was like Reece was in one of Lance’s videos. He’d always wondered what it would feel like; now he knew. It wasan experienced tongue rubbing the head and curling around the rim. It was deep warmth and eager sucking, drawing out all of Reece’s pre-cum.
His last girlfriend had hated the taste.
