Page 53 of Ancient History

“Amos.” I cupped a hand around the back of his head and pulled him to me. I needed to kiss him more.

I needed him with such a primal urge that wrecked my body. I thrust into his crotch, letting our denim-covered cocks make contact.

“Need to taste you.” And with that, Amos slinked down my body and whipped open my belt, then my fly, then pulled down my boxers.

I was fucking engorged. Leaking like crazy. The head of my cock disappeared into his mouth. A guttural groan ripped out of me as Amos sunk further down, taking me to the base. We’d started our relationship two closeted teens fumbling in the dark. But by the end, and with lots of practice, we had turned into each other’s sex gods, knowing exactly how to turn each other on.

Amos bobbed on my dick, his tongue doing things that should be illegal.

“Feels so good.” Heat and passion choked my throat.

Amos moaned with a mouthful of me. He licked down my shaft and took my balls in his mouth. I grabbed the comforter in my hands and squeezed back the orgasm. No way was I going to blow less than a minute into this thing. I needed to savor this because I didn’t know if it’d ever happen again.

“Fuck, Amos. So good.”

His hands and tongue were in perfect coordination, hitting every button of mine. I looked down, watching him in action. He shot me a playful smile (as best he could with a dick in his mouth) that let me know that he had me in the palm of his hand.

I had never been so destroyed by a shit-eating grin.

I could only hold on for so long. I was only human.

“Gonna come,” I muttered out, but it was barely warning. I was already there.

I bucked my hips up and exploded in his mouth. Amos didn’t let go until he sucked me dry.

He fell back onto the floor, catching his breath.

I needed a damn respirator. I think I lost contact with the outside world during that orgasm. How the fuck had I existed on this planet as a functioning human being, working jobs and paying taxes for the past ten years, without that?

“Shit.” I didn’t have anything eloquent to say.Blow job good. Come lots. Want another one.

Amos wiped off his mouth, which I found all kinds of sexy. “Well, that was…we…”

I sat up and stared him dead in the eye. “We’re not doing that yet.”

We could be adults in a few minutes. But first, I was a gentleman and was dead set on returning the favor.

“Stand up,” I growled. My torn ACL limited how agile I could be during sex, so I had to get creative.

A new wave of lust burned in his eyes. His cock was rock hard in his pants, pressing against the fly like it was being suffocated. I rubbed a firm hand over his erection and grunted as I peered up at him.

Proving I could be just as fast as him, I unbuckled, unzipped, and yanked down his boxers. His cock was hitting the back of my throat in seconds. Sense memory came back with a vengeance. All the little things that Amos loved, I remembered and I did. I cupped his balls as I sucked on his fat head. I twisted my fist around his shaft.

“Yes,” he groaned out in one long note, like he’d been holding it for a decade. He interlocked his hands behind my head, steering me back and forth.

He fucked into my mouth, which was such a turn on I felt myself stiffening up for round two. Amos might play the nerdy guy, but he knew what he wanted.

“Hutch.” His voice broke in that way that alerted me his orgasm was imminent.

“Come for me, baby.”

He jolted and flopped like he’d been struck by lightning before filling my mouth with his hot seed.

He collapsed onto the bed next to me, catching his breath and laughing at the same time.

We stared up at the ceiling. It was safer than looking in his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

“Just like old times?” I asked with a smirk.

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