Page 85 of Sweet T

“Nope,” Evan said, standing. “I’m going back in.”

Tucker lifted his legs and Evan mounted him again, remaining vertical and pounding Tucker with steady, piercing thrusts. Evan had never felt so comfortable being this uninhibited with another man. And seeing Tucker so happy increased his pleasure twofold–hell, triple even. Tucker’s eyes were so joyous, his grin so infectious that Evan thought–I could do this forever.

He pushed in, deep and slow. Tucker arched his back and wrapped his legs around Evan again, holding him there.

“Wow,” Tucker said, breath labored. “I think I could almost come without you even touching me.”

“Let’s not risk it.”

Evan spat into his right hand, revitalizing the drying lube, and grabbed Tucker’s cock. He picked up his pace and began stroking Tucker, matching the rhythm of his grind.

When Tucker arched this time, Evan was ready for it. “Unh!” was all Tucker could utter before he was spraying like a lawn sprinkler. His first shot was high, arcing back to his chest, then several steady shots in different directions. Evan pulled out and went down on him again, telling himself he was just managing the spill but, deep down, craving Tucker’s secret sweetness once more.

Tucker convulsed on the bed howling, clutching at the bed linens with both hands, as he came for the second time that evening. Evan kept Tucker’s cock in his mouth for the rest, massaging at Tucker’s retracted balls as they emptied. When the spasms waned and the larger man’s body stilled, Evan made one last move. Climbing onto Tucker, Evan scooted until he was straddling Tucker’s broad chest, where he sat.

“There’s one more thing you wanted,” Evan said, stroking his still erect cock inches from Tucker’s face.

Tucker nodded, leering at Evan, anticipating.

“Open wide.”

Tucker did as told, looking to Evan as if near the cusp of yet another orgasm. His eyes were glued to Evan’s cock, anticipating with renewed lustful hunger.

Evan seized, and hot streams of cum shot in ropes from him. He aimed for Tucker’s mouth, missing high, landing on (and in) Tucker’s nose. The second strayed left with a splat on Tucker’s cheek. But the third, fourth, and fifth landed perfectly on Tucker’s tongue like a pro in a porno.

Once finished, Evan bent down. He licked at Tucker’s face, attempting to clean his misses. After, they kissed. When they parted, Evan rose, positioned a little lower now, on Tucker’s stomach.

“Was that OK... for a first time, I mean?”

Tucker grinned bashfully. The devil that had possessed him moments ago had vanished. He was once again Sweet T. “Amazing,” he said. “I’ve never had so much fun in my life.”

“Me too–and thanks to me, you’re now a cummy mess. You want to squeeze into that tiny shower of yours together?”

“I do.”

Evan got up off of Tucker and the bed. He turned, reaching for Tucker’s hand. “Oh, how do I taste?”

Tucker thought about it for a moment, then said, “Kettle corn. You taste like kettle corn. Not too sweet. Just right.”

* * *

They did their best to behave in the shower. The pool house was constructed in the 1970s and came with the closets and bathrooms of the era–tiny. They both got wet, and then Evan washed Tucker and vice versa. When Tucker was done lathering Evan up, his large frame was blocking the water, so he detached the handheld shower and went to rinse between Evan’s legs. While he rinsed, fondling ever so slightly, Evan stiffened and passion was ignited once again. Tucker bent down to kiss him, releasing his hold on the hand-held in exchange for both hands on Evan’s cock, his pulse rate accelerating.

Evan laughed, talking in and around Tucker’s encompassing lips. “You do realize that water is going everywhere.”

“I don’t care. Last time I had you in this bathtub, I wanted this–you–so badly.”

Evan held Tucker’s handsome face in his hands, overcome with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. “Where did you come from, you big, beautiful man?”

“Me? I’ve been here waiting the whole time.”

* * *

More space was needed. Tucker got out first, drying quickly and turning the bed down. When Evan joined him, both were hot and damp, opting for no covers and lying naked on the sheets under the ceiling fan. But even as they lay there drying, their libidos were already shifting back from neutral to drive.

“I really want to go down on you, Evan. Nothing else. Just my mouth and you.”

Evan rolled his eyes and titled his head. “Well, if you insist.”

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