Page 47 of Catch Me If You Can

He looks back down at where we're connected and wraps his hand around both of our dicks and squeezes.

“Oh, shit,” I moan.

His bare skin against mine is so much better than in the washroom with clothes between us.

“Caleb,” I whimper as he starts moving slowly, up and down. Gripping us both in his hand, driving me insane.

His breath is shaky, and I can tell this feels good for him, too. But I want to hear him admit it.

I slap his hand away and take over, jerking us both.

“Fuck. Yes, that’s it,” Caleb moans, dropping his head to my shoulder. His dick is rocks hard into my palm, and I feel myself coming to the brink.

My whole body feels so hot. I really want to come, but I also really don’t want this to end.

I try my best to keep the same pace he had, but it's hard to keep my focus when all I can pay attention to is how good he feels rubbing against me.

“Come for me, baby.” I bite my lip and stroke us faster.

His thrusting starts becoming erratic, and I can tell he's on the edge, which makes me full of excitement and pride.

“F-fuck, I—” He can’t even finish his sentence before he buries his face in my neck, groaning through the pleasure. Thrusting his hips hard into me, the sound of him coming tips me right over the edge after him.

I drag my fingers down his back as my dick pulses all over my own stomach, mixing my release with his.

My whole body tingles as Caleb collapses over me, both of us breathless.

Holy fucking shit.

“Woah,” I breathe. I run my hands up his back, feeling every muscle tense and loosen with every breath.

His own hot breath heats my neck as he tries to catch himself.

I can hardly breathe with his weight on my chest, but there's no way I want him to move. Not yet. Not ever? Truthfully, I could die happy like this.I’m so fucked.

“Nathaniel…” Caleb sighs. He sits up a bit, leaning on his arm so he can look me in the eyes.

I feel my face heat as he looks up and down my whole body. Inspecting our mess.

“Caleb…don’t-”

“Don’t what?” His eyebrows pinch together.

“Don’t… overthink this,” I say quietly. I sit up and scoot off the bed. The last thing I want is for him to get into his head. I remember the way he acted in high school. And I doubt he’s changed since. Caleb doesn’t do relationships. I remember he always said that to me in high school. He freaks out if things gettoo serious. If he senses the fact that I’m really into whatever this is, he may run. So, it’s best I shrug it off like it’s nothing.

“Oh…right. Yeah.” He nods, sitting up himself.

I head to the bathroom and grab a fresh towel for each of us. Heating them up under the hot water, I walk back to the bedroom to pass him his. As I wipe off my stomach and dick, I can’t help but look him over.

Caleb Brown is sitting in this bed, wiping offourmess. We did that.Together.

If anyone asked me in high school if I ever imagined this happening - hell, if anyone asked me two days ago if I thought this may happen - I’d think they were bat shit crazy.

Caleb is 100% straight, I’d say. I’d say the same thing about myself…even if I didn’t fully believe it.

But here we are, totally blissed out of our minds.

He tosses the rag on the floor across the room, and I do the same before plopping back on the bed. Staying naked, it is.

---