Page 45 of Mr. Frosty Pants
Joel lifted on his tiptoes, his heart racing, and he pressed his lips to Casey’s. Time stopped. The room around them dissolved into a haze as they kissed and clutched, their bodies moving toward the bed until they were horizontal on it. Their hands roamed, and their hips hunched, and Joel found himself hanging on the edge of orgasm far too soon.
“Wait,” he groaned, ripping his mouth from Casey’s and staring up into his hot eyes. “Just give me a second.”
Casey nodded, nuzzling Joel’s throat. The slick wetness of his mouth left a tingling trail as he kissed the exposed bits of Joel’s skin, tugging down the neck of his shirt to get his lips on Joel’s collarbones.
Joel gripped Casey’s soft hair and luxuriated in the sensations, soft whimpers tearing from his throat, until he shoved Casey up and back, demanding, “Shirts off. I want to feel your skin.”
Casey didn’t hesitate, and several hurried seconds later Joel gripped Casey’s biceps to tug him down on top. They moved chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, mouths open as their tongues teased and twisted. Joel shuddered when Casey’s tongue tickled behind his teeth, a sensation overly sweet, like biting into a sugar cube: delicious but too intense, addictive but nearly hurtful.
Casey’s sparse tufts of chest hair scratched enjoyably against Joel’s nipples, and he shoved his hands down the back of Casey’s pants, greedy for more skin and eager to get his hands on the mounds of flesh he found there.
“Here.” Casey lifted up, fumbling one-handed with the buttons on his jeans. “Let me get them off. You too. Let me see your body.”
Joel didn’t know a simple request like that could be so hot, but his balls drew up hard, and he had to throw his head back andresistfor all he was worth to keep from coming. When he felt the hot length of Casey’s dick resting on his stomach, he gasped and opened his eyes again, watching Casey worm his pants down past his knees, trying to kick them farther.
Joel rolled out from under him, working on his own button and zipper. “Hurry,” he said, his hungry gaze raking over Casey’s body, anxiously trying to get another look at his dick.
“Yeah. Let me see.” Casey fell back on the bed, hands outstretched, reaching for Joel.
Joel shoved his jeans down, his heart in his throat, and he kicked them clear of the bed. His cock slapped against his stomach and then swung out from his body when he turned and crawled across his queen-sized bed to reach Casey.
“Cut,” Casey whispered, gesturing to Joel’s dick. “My favorite kind.”
Joel collapsed against Casey’s body. He didn’t want to hear about other lovers or other bodies Casey had enjoyed, but he was glad Casey approved of his dick, since there wasn’t much he could do about it either way.
“I’m cut too,” Casey said, gesturing down to where his thick dick swelled out of a pile of dark golden pubes.
“Shit,” Joel groaned, holding back another urge to come now. “It’s perfect.”
Casey kissed him again, taking hold of Joel’s hand and guiding it to his cock. The velvet heft of it was new and completely familiar all at once. Joel clutched Casey close and moaned as Casey’s wet mouth moved on his neck. He grasped Casey’s cock in his hand, afraid to let go.
Joel was everythingCasey knew he’d be in bed—hungrily passionate and tremblingly vulnerable. His responsive noises and writhing body drove Casey wild, and he didn’t want it to ever stop.
But nothing prepared him for the rush of being in love with the man he held in his arms. Joel might have been the inexperienced one, but Casey was just as undone by the riot of emotions that detonated in his chest, ramping up until the intensity overcame him, and he pumped his come out all over Joel’s panting, arching body.
Joel’s eyes glowed in the crystalline moonlight shafting in from the sole window, and his fingers shook as he ran them through the mess Casey had left on both of their chests and stomachs. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “That was—you just—” He didn’t seem to know what else to say. He brought his dripping fingers up to gaze at them. His chest was flushed, and his cock was still hard as his hips circled restlessly while he wonderingly pondered the mess on his fingers.
“Taste it,” Casey whispered. “See what you think.”
Joel’s eyes flashed wide, and he swallowed hard before slipping one sticky finger between his swollen, red lips. Beard burn was blooming along his chin and jaw, and despite having not come yet himself—shockingly—he looked a debauched wreck.
It was beautiful.
Casey stared up at him, watching his every reaction: the flicker of doubt in his eyes just before tasting Casey’s jizz, the stronger surprise at the flavor, and then dazed arousal after he shoved all three fingers in and sucked at them greedily.
“Christ, Joel,” Casey muttered. “You’re amazing.”
He pulled Joel down to take another kiss and gloried in the flavor of himself in Joel’s mouth. Gripping Joel’s dick in his hand, he jerked him relentlessly as they made out, loving the soft curses, eager moans, and whimpers Joel released as he grew closer to his orgasm.
The heat of their bodies had warmed the room. Casey greedily took in Joel’s dilated eyes, flushed face and chest, and the desperate twist of his hips as he worked himself higher and higher.
“Fuck,” Joel whispered, eyes rolling up. “It’s too much. I want to, but I’m too keyed up. I don’t think—”
“Shh,” Casey whispered in his ear. “Relax. Just kiss me. Let me do this for you.”
Joel gripped Casey’s hand with his own, guiding him to a different rhythm, and kissed him again. The pace of Joel’s breathing changed, his kiss losing any attempt at technique, and then, just before he arched, Joel released Casey’s hand and twined his fingers into Casey’s hair, holding him fast so that he came crying out his pleasure into Casey’s open mouth.
Trembling from exertion and shockingly renewed arousal, Casey held Joel tight and rutted against his hard hips and taut stomach. The come he’d already left there smoothed the way, and soon he gripped Joel, kissing his neck and shoulder while he shot another load out on their heaving bellies.
