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When I find a good rhythm, I keep it up, taking his sounds as cues. His dick throbs in my mouth as his groans get louder, and my dick aches at the thought of making him come. I want him to, want to know that I was able to do that to him.

“No, no,” he breathes out, hand on my chin and urging me up. He’s breathing heavily, eyes full of lust. “You can’t take my cum your first time.”

“Why not?” I ask, panting just as hard as he is.

“That wouldn’t be nice of me.”

I blink, looking down at his dick that’s shiny with my spit before glancing back up at him. “You can’t not come.”

“Oh, I plan on coming.” He gets to his feet, kicking off his boxer briefs to get completely naked. “Where’s your bedroom?”

I get to my feet and lead him to it. With his dick in hand, he sits on the edge of my bed.

“Get naked,” he demands.

In record time, I get all my clothes off, standing before him with my dick jutting out, reaching for him. He splays his hand out on my flat stomach before trailing it down and grabbingmy dick at the base. He leans in, swiping his tongue along the head to lick up the pre-cum that was dripping down. I shiver, grabbing onto his shoulder for balance.

“You’ve had blowjobs before,” he teases, giving me a smug smile.

“But it’s so much hotter when you do it,” I say.

He scoots back to lie in the middle of the bed, slightly propped up on the pillows.

“Come here.”

I get onto the bed, and he guides me over him, gripping my ass to pull me forward so our dicks smash against one another. A groan comes out of me, and I didn’t even mean for it to. Feeling the heat of his dick against mine is wonderful.

“How badly do you want to come?” he asks in a dark tone.

“So badly,” I whine, fingers digging into the mattress.

He rests his hands behind his head. “Then show me.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tobias

Playing with Theo is more fun than I thought it would be. It’s been over a year since I’ve slept with anyone. Yeah, I jerk off occasionally, when my body isn’t too exhausted from work and staying out drinking until two am, but there’s something about sharing orgasms with someone else that makes it so much better.

“Show you how?” he asks.

I thrust my hips up, crushing his dick between mine and his stomach.

“Rub your cock against mine, grind against me. Do whatever you need to do to come—exceptjerk off.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out shakily. “Should I get lube?”

“If you think it’ll help.”

I’m so close that I’m going to come regardless. He’s barely been touched, but I can see how badly he wants this. He’s close too, so this won’t be an issue. He leans overto dig through his nightstand drawer and pulls out lube that he drizzles over our cocks.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks in an unsure tone.

“Please do.”

He leans forward, resting his body on top of mine, but holding himself up just enough that he can move.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he whispers against my lips.

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