Page 54 of Sweat

Laughing, I one-handedly zip from the curb and head east toward Douglas Field. McKinley would only make me think of that seedy, down-low blowjob I let myself get roped into, and I don’t want that to be mine and Tommy’s story. I got paranoid after that night and got tested, so I know I’m clean, but there are more ways to protect someone than making sure I don’t give him an STI.

I park at the very end of the lot, where there’s enough tree cover to block out most of what the streetlamps produce.

Tommy is on me from the jump, like a cat in heat as soon as I get the keys out of the ignition. He makes out with my ear before I turn my head and let his wet kisses devour my mouth. His hand is on my bulge, stroking me to full mast through the thin fabric of my joggers.

I moan around his tongue and push on his shoulders. “Slow down, gay boy. Wanna get in the back?”

“Okay.” He’s out the passenger door quickly, but I save time by crawling back through the front seats.

When I get my ass in the backseat before him, I say, “I win,” with a devilish smirk that I hope conveys so much more.

He’s on top of me as soon as the backdoor shuts, kissing me and tugging at my shirt. He gets it off me before pulling offhis own, and we kiss with our bodies flush and our erections grinding together.

The back of my head is on the door armrest, one foot up on the seat with Tommy fitted between my legs. He kisses my mouth, my jaw, and my chest. He even touches his lips to my nipple and swirls his tongue around the beaded nub. I moan, back arching into the unfamiliar sensation.

Sitting up, Tommy hooks his fingers into my waistband and tugs down my joggers, making my cock spring free and nearly slap him across the chin.

I grip the base and hold it toward Tommy’s mouth while I run my fingers through his soft hair. I don’t push. This needs to be his decision, but I’m also too naughty for my own good.

“You wanna suck my dick, baby boy?” I murmur, wagging my cock a little.

“Mmm,” he hums before replacing my hand around my shaft. He strokes me slow and agonizingly soft, moving my foreskin over my crown and milking pre-cum from my slit.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan. “Give it to me.”

My fingers stay threaded in his hair while he lowers onto my lap.

First, it’s a tentative lick right on top of my sensitive tip, then he pumps his fist nice and slow around my shaft while closing his lips around my head.

I see stars as every nerve in my body alights with a warm euphoria. I lose myself in the wet, velvety feeling and push down on Tommy’s head until he’s swallowing half my length into his mouth.

He shifts his hand lower, off my cock and over my balls, dancing his fingers around my scrotum in a way that has me crooning. He takes me down far enough to gag, and it startleshim enough to pull off completely. A thick line of drool tethers his lips and my cock while his doe eyes blink up at me.

“Is it okay?” he asks, so bashful I could melt into a puddle right here and now. I still might, if he puts his mouth back on me quick.

“Don’t stop.” I push his head back down with minimal pressure.

He takes me back in, bobbing now and dragging his hot tongue along my length as he goes. I lift my hips and he gags again, but he ignores the discomfort this time and keeps going.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant when I’m dangerously close. I cup Tommy’s head and lift him off me just as the first spurt of cum pulses from my cock.

I frantically grab my dick and pump the jizz from it, trying not to shoot on Tommy’s face, but he opens his mouth and licks at the underside of my head while I’m still gushing, capturing my cum on his tongue and even lapping at the rest.

I groan low from my core, eyes half-lidded but watching Tommy intensely. “You like that, baby? You like making me come in your pretty mouth?”

Flickering his eyes up to meet mine, Tommy gobbles my cock down his throat and swallows around me, sucking up every drop that my soul has to offer.

“Shit,” I hiss when it starts feeling so good it stings. I push him off again, but this time I hold his face, sit up, and plant my mouth on his cummy lips. I’ve tasted myself before. It’s no big deal. But tasting myself on Tommy’s tongue is a new level of delicacy.

“Was it okay?” Tommy whispers against my mouth.

Breathing a laugh, I speak something too true to ever take back. “You’re perfect.”

Before I can overthink what I just confessed, I nudge him back against the seat and fold over him. I press my face into his lap, dragging my nose and mouth along the thick bulge straining his twill shorts. I bare my teeth and gnaw his cock through the fabric.

“Please, Row,” he exhales. One of his hands is between my shoulder blades, gliding along my spine, and the other is unbuttoning his fly. “I’m gonna come in my fucking pants.”

The devil in me loves that idea so much my dick actually twitches back to life, but I want his cum for myself. I sit up and help him shimmy his shorts and boxers down to his ankles until his bare ass is on my black leather seat. His balls are already tight and lifted, and his head is glistening in the moonglow coming in through the windows.

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