Page 85 of Ancient History

I was on my knees in seconds, releasing his dick from his tight pants. It sprung into the open. I let it flop there for a moment. He’d once told me that he loved this feeling of his dick hitting fresh air right before a blow job, getting turned on by the transgressiveness of not being covered up by clothes. I appreciated how Amos thought about little details like that.

But it was time to dig in. I filled my mouth with his hot shaft, the salty pre-come hitting my tongue.

“Hutch,” he whispered out my name like he was talking in tongues.

I cupped his balls and licked up and down his rod, taking in the heat and lust seeping off him in waves. I pressed my nose into his crotch, taking in his damp, musky scent. I massaged myself with my free hand. Tasting him and listening to him squirm under me proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac.

“This is so fucking amazing,” he huffed out, need strangling his voice.

My playbook fell to the floor. He was on my desk. My desk where I did my job. He was all mine.

“I have an idea.” He sat up.

“Now?” I asked. Leave it to Amos to get inspiration mid-blow job. “Is it sex related, because I have a one-track mind right now.”

“It is. What if we were efficient and covered two dicks in half the time. Come over here. Let me suck you while you suck me.”

“Sixty-nine.”

“It’ll be more like an eleven since we’ll be stretched out, and you’ll kind of be standing.”

Math aside, I loved his plan.

I went to the side of the desk where his head was and dropped my shorts. My cock flopped in his face. He smiled as it smacked on his upside-down lips. I bent over him and took him back in my mouth. Despite the strange angle, we made it work.

Oh, did we make it work.

It was sex explosions all the way down as my cock slid into his throat.

The angle allowed me to take him to the base. I moaned against his cock as his mouth did wonders with my dick. He tightened under me, his legs flexing and hips jutting upward as he came.

I swallowed him clean.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I muttered, catching my breath and standing up.

“We’re not done yet.” He smiled at me upside down as his hair fell in swirls like he’d been electrocuted. Had someone looked as adorably goofy mid-blow job as Amos?

I glanced down at my dick, hard as ever, in agreement with Amos’s statement. There was still work to be done. I stepped forward and slid my dick back in his mouth. At this angle, I was able to cleanly fuck his face, sliding my cock in and out. I watched my thick rod disappear into his pert, little mouth. God, he looked so damn hot taking me.

I pulled out and had him lick my balls. My knees got weak at the sheer brilliance of his mouth. I had to up my game.

My cock disappeared back into his mouth, and soon it was too much to take.

“Yes. Amos,” I croaked out as I came. He swallowed every last drop.

Amos pushed himself further onto the desk so he could rest his head. He sprawled and gazed at the yellow light in the ceiling.

“Doing it on a desk was even better than I imagined, although next time I should bring a neck pillow.”

I massaged his head and neck on cue, not wanting him to feel any discomfort.

“So you’re saying there will be a next time?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah.” He reached for my hand, and our fingers slipped together in a sweet moment.

The bell rang, breaking our sweet moment.

“Crap.” He shot up and brushed a hand over himself. “How do I look?”

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