Page 47 of Advanced Chemistry

“Anton,” he said, barely above a whisper, as if my name came from the deepest part of him. It was scarily intimate.

Sebastian dipped his fingers inside Chase. I reached over and took Chase’s cock in my mouth, pre-come hitting my tongue. Sharing was caring. We took turns fingering him, opening him up. Chase’s body was tense and coiled. I could feel him tighten with need.

Chase hit his hand against the rug, the wrestler’s signal that he was down for the count.

“Chase, you okay?” I asked.

Sebastian and I let him go, his body flopped to the ground. He heaved in deep breaths.

“That was intense,” he said. “Oh my God.”

Right back atcha.I had to catch my breath from everything swirling around. I rested my hand tenderly on his cheek, my other hand on Sebastian’s leg. An unexpected sweetness broke through my rapacious desire. I looked at both of them with intensity but something deeper I couldn’t explain. They were panting and vulnerable, and I had this urge to take care of them.

“My guys,” I said to them. The term fit like a perfect pair of shoes. “How are my guys doing?”

Chase sat up, the whites of his eyes burning with delirium, a hand clinging to my chest. “I want you to fuck me, Anton.”

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SEBASTIAN

Anton ran to his room to grab lube and condoms, cock swinging between his legs. Chase was sweaty and catching his breath. I didn’t blame him. I’d probably be a mess if I’d been rimmed and blown at the same time.

A thin layer of fog shrouded his glasses. I pushed my fingers under the lenses and wiped them off, revealing piercing eyes that were so heavy with lust Chase needed a spotter to lift them.

Locking eyes with him did something to me. It made my dick twitch. We were under a spell.

I want you, his eyes said.And I will have you.

Chase began to kiss down my chest. We were both on our knees on the rug where Anton and I had been wrestling. I arched my back, giving Chase my hot skin. He kept going south, his ass jutting into the air as his mouth got closer to my dick.

“Fuck.” I pushed him the rest of the way down.

He took my cock in his mouth without stopping, right to the base, gagging on the thickness.

“Fuck, yeah. Suck that cock, Teach.” I never called him Teach when I was a student, but the nickname was a turn on. What would it have been like for Anton and I to take him on his desk in his classroom, shoving tests and molecule models to the floor so we could have our way with him?

Chase greedily took my cock, stroking and sucking, his hungry blue eyes gazing up at me through the thick glasses. He didn’t want a moment of rest. I leaned back and thrust into his mouth. My fingers combed through the blond strands of his sweaty hair and pushed him down.

“I could probably suck dick better than you,” I said. I doubted that was true, but I wanted to bring out his fiery competitive side and make him work.

I humped into his mouth as we stared each other down.

“Stick out your tongue,” I commanded.

I smacked my cock on his bright red tongue, the thwack sound making me even harder.

“You’re so thick,” he said, catching his breath.

“Damn right.”

“Shit. And the party don’t stop,” Anton said when he returned to the living room.

“He’s all ready for you, bud,” I said. I moved my hand down Chase’s smooth back and slapped his ass. Chase moaned against my cock in approval.

“He sucks good dick,” Anton said. He knelt beside me, his musky scent driving me wild.

Chase took both our dicks in his mouth at once, our sensitive heads sliding against each other.

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