Page 43 of Keeping it Casual
“Ow…fuck…”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it just turns out vaulting fences is harder in practice than it appears in theory.”
Jeremy makes three attempts before he finally hooks his leg up and makes it over the fence while I try not to fall around laughing. I epically fail.
“Okay, so that slightly derailed the mood,” he says when he finally makes it over and straightens.
I’m still trying to suppress my laughter.
Jeremy steps toward me.
“Is my embarrassment right now more or less than yours was when your board shorts malfunctioned at your swimming sports?” he asks.
“I’ll say it’s about equal,” I say as I close the gap between us.
Jeremy tilts his face toward me, and a thrill goes down my body that I’m about to kiss this man.
“Luckily, it’ll take more than fence-jumping incompetence to stop me from wanting you,” I say.
And we’re kissing.
Fuck.
This is what I need. My hand might be able to substitute for him, but nothing in the world can replace kissing Jeremy. His warm mouth, the slide of his tongue against mine, the taste of him.
Luckily he’s wearing track pants, so it’s easy for me to tug them down and get a grip on his cock. He moans into my mouth as I start stroking him.
Touching Jeremy is so familiar now. I know every inch of his skin. I’ve made a mental map of all the sweet spots.
I kiss down his neck to the point I know drives him insane. I suck lightly on his skin, earning a shuddering groan. I continue to kiss down his neck, letting my tongue caress his pulse point, feeling his erection grow beneath my hand as I stroke and tease him.
“I’m close,” he whispers.
Having Jeremy hot and hard in my hand, inhaling the scent of his skin, has me on edge too.
I stroke him faster. Fuck, I love the feeling of him, velvet over steel. “Come for me,” I urge.
His breathing grows even more ragged, and I pull my face away from his neck because as intoxicating as Jeremy’s skin is, I want to watch him come. I want to see the expression on his face when he reaches the point of no return, that moment when pleasure overtakes him.
He buckles and convulses in my arms, and I feel the pulse of his cock as it spasms and spurts.
Jeremy’s face when he comes is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
Seeing him like this is almost more than I can take, and I let him go, taking a step back to breathe, trying to regain my senses.
He slowly opens his eyes, and they’re still half-lidded with pleasure.
“Dustin,” he whispers.
He drops to his knees, tugging down my pants. It only takes a few sucks before I’m flying over the edge. I lean against the fence, panting as he swallows everything.
“Real life is definitely better than virtual,” he says as he pulls off me.
I haul him to his feet so we can kiss again.
We kiss and kiss. Hard and rough kisses. Soft and gentle kisses. One type merging into the other and back again until I feel my spent cock give a twitch like it’s preparingto fight its way back to life despite the two intense orgasms I’ve already had today.
