Page 39 of Frat Around and Find Out

As soon as he’s gone, Ty glances up at me. “Now where were we?”

He gives me a pump, and I don’t think he realized how close I was because I shoot, my cum practically spraying across his chin and cheek as I clench my fists, enduring the powerful blast as he keeps pumping me onto his face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter, biting my bottom lip to keep from being too loud, until Ty’s emptied the last of me. When I can think straight again, I notice the broad smile as my cum slips down his face.

“That’s my dirty boy,” he teases.

I roll my eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I kind of can’t believe it either. Or that I was so fucking good at it.”

“Oh, here we go. I should have known this was coming.”

“It’s about to be,” he says, pushing to his feet, his face still painted with my load. He unfastens his pants. “You gonna return the favor? Or am I gonna have to do this myself?”

“Suck you off?” I ask, suddenly shocked by the idea. Although, I guess that’s fair.

“No, I meant just getting me off. I don’t expect you to be there yet.”

Now he’s triggered my competitive streak. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He sports that cocky expression I recognize from TaskFrat. “Come on. That was pretty impressive. Just give me my flowers tonight, huh? After what I did for you.”

He has a point. I should simply enjoy the epic BJ and let that be that, but surely he knows I can’t just let him be the victor here. Though I’m definitely not there yet, especially now that he’s intimidated me with what a great job he did.

“It’s okay, Lance.” He pulls his cock out, wipes some of my cum from his face, and strokes it.

Holy hell.

“Just let me get off,” he says, “and we’ll be even.”

“We’ll hardly be even.”

“Hard is right,” he jokes. “And in that case, you owe me a BJ.”

That shouldn’t excite me as much as it does.

I glance down, watching as he strokes himself, and I grab his wrist. “No,” I insist. “This is the least I can do.”

He releases himself. “More than fine by me.”

I take his cock in my grasp, noticing how hard he is from blowing me. I step closer, keeping up a good pace as he closeshis eyes.

“Just like that,” he whispers, so I keep my rhythm steady.

“Did you want to come on me?” I ask, hardly knowing where the idea even came from before it escaped my lips.

His eyes pop open, that grin sweeping across his face. “You want that?”

“I mean, it’s only fair since I wound up coming on your face.”

“Well, then I guess it’d only be fair if I came on yours too.”

As I get on my knees, I continue jerking him, and there’s something in his expression, like he’s shocked I’m actually doing this.

I lick my lips, and his eyes are right on me as he says, “Lance, I’m about to—” His face tenses up as his eyes seal shut.

“Do it,” I say, and the next second I feel a warm rush wash across my cheeks. Relief moves through me in a wave, as though all I needed to relax was for him to come on my face, and I hate myself for how I took for granted that first time when he came on me.

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