Page 92 of A Stealthy Situation

“It wasn’t on purpose, you know,” Em says.

Benny and I have been over that. It’s obvious that nothing they did was malicious, but if they hadn’t done it to begin with, no one would have been confused. Still, it’s all been set right now, which is the main thing.

“Harrison was saying the other day that he was going to grab you on the ass,” Benny says, and I want to hit him with that damn cushion.

“I didn’t say that. I said I have to be careful that it doesn’t happen.”

“He likes hockey butts.”

I raise my eyes to the ceiling, but he doesn’t stop.

“Bet he couldn’t tell the differences between our asses in a lineup. Should I be offended?”

“You should stop talking,” I point out.

“Yeah, Benny, stop talking.” Em hits him with the cushion I’d wanted to, and then Benny tackles him, and I’m left watching them wrestle on the ground. How do I love this guy?

Jesus, he—wait.

Waaaait.

Love?

My thoughts snap to a halt because no way should I be there yet. We’ve only been together officially a few weeks. There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other, but as I watch him pull Em’s hair as Em tries to get him into a headlock, all I do is smile. Warmed at the sight of him so happy when he’s been in his head a lot since he took that test in statistics.

It also shows me where he learned those skills he used against me in the kiddie pool.

But somehow, I can’t shake the L-word from my brain.

It gets easier to talk to them, and by the time Em leaves a few hours later, it’s not completely weird anymore. Only a tiny bit.

“Sure he’ll get home okay?” I ask from where I’m sucking on Benny’s balls.

He flicks off my hat and runs his fingers through my hair before directing me back to his dick. “He’ll be fine.”

I swallow his cock, and the sounds he lets out has my balls high and tight. We have sex at every opportunity, but it still isn’t enough. I crave him, whether it’s a quickie in any private place we can find on campus, long, teasing sessions where we make each other as horny as possible, or times like now. No rush to get off, just enjoying each other’s bodies. And fuck am I enjoying this.

I love being between Benny’s strong thighs. Love the taste of his skin and the feel of his balls under my tongue. The texture difference from his tight, hard sac to the silky-smooth skin over his cock to the glistening tip. Getting to touch and taste, to be able to swallow him down and keep him in my mouth, all of it makes me so hard I can barely see.

The tunnel vision gets me good.

His gravelly sigh is music to my ears, and I double down on my efforts, wanting to make him feel as good as possible.

I’m only new to sucking dick, and I’ve only sucked this one, but I can’t help but think that’s a good thing. No other dude could measure up to my Benny. It wouldn’t be fair on them to come after him.

“Put my balls back in your mouth,” he begs. “Both of them.”

I pop off him and do exactly what he says. My mouth wraps eagerly around him, and I run my tongue from one rounded side to the other.

His chest is rising and falling under harsh breaths as he releases my hair and wraps his hand around his cock instead. Each stroke is slow, smooth, with a grip that makes his knuckles stand out.

I want to be the one to do it, but as I watch him touch himself, it’s too much for me. I have to strangle my own cock with some much-needed strokes, otherwise I’d probably come all over my sheets.

His cock is leaking, so I swipe some of the precum with my free hand and reach back to rub it over his hole. I haven’t topped him again since the first time, both because of our schedules and because a lot of the time, we’re so horny we don’t get that far. I’m not in any hurry though.

“Fuck, Harry,” he moans, back arching from my bed. “I’m so close you’re gonna make me come.”

I release his balls and run my tongue over them. “That’s what I’m aiming for here. But I’d prefer if you did it in my mouth.”

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