Page 17 of Advanced Chemistry

“Holy fuck,” I cried out, unable to resist the ecstasy flooding my veins. Chase took me with ease and eagerness, his red lips spit shined.

My eyes flickered open and closed, trying to focus. They settled on Anton, watching us, watching me with an intensity I’d never felt from him before.

“So fucking hot,” Anton said. “Take that thick cock again.”

Anton pushed Chase forward, giving me another rush of heat as Teach deep-throated me. Anton pulled his head back, my cock drenched in Chase’s saliva. Anton turned him back to his own cock, where Chase didn’t need any command to take him to the base.

“Yes. That’s it. Just like that.” Anton let out another grunt, his voice cracking as he reached new levels of pleasure.

I didn’t think things could get hotter, but then Chase brought back our dicks together in his mouth. The heat of Anton’s cockhead pulsed against mine. A streak of my pre-come landed on my shaft before Chase licked both our cocks clean.

“Chase, I’m gonna come. Holy shit, I’m gonna come,” Anton cried out.

I wanted to savor the victory of not coming first, but it didn’t matter in the moment. It didn’t matter because I got to watch Anton lose control, his cocky veneer vanishing as his body shook with orgasm. His dark eyes fixed on me, making us experience this moment together.

“Fill his mouth with your come, Anton,” I commanded.

He pulled me to him and quieted me with a heat-filled kiss that turned into crying against my lips as he emptied himself in Chase’s mouth.

Anton and I were kissing.

Anton was kissing me.

His taste was on my tongue, his breath filled my lungs. Years of longing for my best friend. So much for pushing down my feelings. I held him upright as the orgasm pummeled his body, my hands pressing against his slick chest. I inhaled his sweaty scent before he pulled away.

“Damn,” he said, returning to his cool self.

Was he talking about the blow job or the kiss?

Before I could get an answer, Chase took me back in his mouth, where I exploded in record time, unleashing waves of release that mixed with Anton’s.

Chase looked up at us, a pleased grin on his face and a drop of come on his right lens. He got to his feet and grabbed a dry shirt from the futon. Anton and I watched him, both completely naked, shorts at our ankles, dazed looks on our faces.

“Always fun catching up with former students,” he said, before calmly exiting our apartment.

6

CHASE

Igot to school early Monday morning to set up for an experiment I was having my classes run. I loved the quiet in the building before the rush of students. It gave me time to think and relax.

“Hey hey hey, science man. How was your weekend?” Everett popped his head into my classroom, his arms full of wigs.

So much for quiet reflection.

“It was good. You’re here early,” I said.

“Principal Aguilar is making me do an inventory of all props and costumes because the storage closet can’t hold all of them.”

That sounded like a metaphor for Everett himself. Unrestrained by a closet, exploding with drama.

“Maybe if I do a good job with it, he’ll reconsider his position on using live explosives on stage.” Everett looked down at his full arms. “Why did I make us buy all these wigs?”

“Character authenticity?” I suggested.

He shrugged. That answer was probably better than the real one.

“Did you wind up making it to SpringFest?” he asked.

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