Page 62 of Mr. Frosty Pants
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Joel whispered, rubbing his stubble against Casey’s cheeks, shivering at the combined scratch of their evening stubble.
A warm, slow-jazz version of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” slipped around them, and Casey groaned as Joel’s kiss slowed to match the vibe of the song.
“Get it out,” Joel whispered wetly in his ear. “I want to see it.”
Casey fumbled with his pants, trying to get them open with Joel still half on his lap and distracting him by sucking on his earlobe as he made impatient little noises.
Finally, Casey’s pants were down around his hips and his dick was free. Joel whistled low and quiet. “It’s so nice,” he murmured, running the tip of his finger up the shaft and circling under the helmet. “Can I hold it again?”
Casey nodded, moving his hand aside to allow Joel to take control. Joel sat back, ass on Casey’s knees, gazing solemnly down at it. Casey’s heart pounded, and his cock thudded, growing harder and harder in Joel’s hand. He could feel his pulse rising, and he squirmed, trying to get Joel to stroke or do something. Anything but just hold him like his cock was delicate.
“I want to suck it.” Joel’s voice was gravelly. The lights from the Christmas tree sparkling in his dark hair.
Casey’s cock ached already, hard and needy in Joel’s hand, but those words robbed him of breath.
Joel’s dark eyes met his, dark pools of defenselessness and lust. He shifted off Casey’s lap to stretch out on the sofa, sprawled on his stomach, his hand never leaving Casey’s cock. He gazed at him worshipfully. “Please? I want to try.”
Casey nodded dumbly, slipping his fingers into Joel’s hair before guiding him slowly to his cock. Joel’s breath against the head was almost too much. Casey squirmed, and his hips bucked up, bumping his cock against Joel’s lower lip.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Take your time. It’s okay. You’re just so sexy, Joel. Fuck.”
Joel took a slow, deep breath. He swallowed hard, and then opened.
Casey’s toes curled up as Joel’s hot, wet mouth surrounded his leaking cockhead. He groaned softly, biting his lower lip and trying to hold perfectly still when all he wanted was to get further into Joel, to fuck into his throat.
Joel took him in. Saliva slipped out of his mouth and down Casey’s length, wetting Joel’s fist where he gripped Casey at the root.
“Yeah, that’s…” Casey threw his head back but kept his eyes slitted on Joel, watching him work to take more of him in, to go deeper.
Joel gagged and pulled off, his eyes watering and his cheeks flushing.
“Don’t worry,” Casey whispered, twining his fingers in Joel’s hair a little tighter. “It’s perfect.”
He wasn’t lying. Despite the occasional scrape of teeth and the lack of expertise, Casey had never felt anything as perfect as his cock in Joel’s mouth.
Blinking away tears from the gagging, Joel bent back to work. He licked Casey’s slit. Casey’s legs shook, and he begged Joel to suck him again. Casey glimpsed Joel’s self-satisfied smirk before he complied.
It was too good, too much. Casey’s pulse roared, his cock stiffened even harder, and he felt the rush of orgasm barreling his way. Joel’s tongue and soft inner cheeks were a gorgeous torment, and he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“That’s it. I’m close,” he warned. “Oh, fuck. Now. It’s…now.”
He let go of Joel’s hair, freeing him to pull off, and yet Joel only took him in deeper, choking gently, his dark eyes glowing with feeling. When the first spurt landed on Joel’s tongue, he cried out in surprise, backing off Casey’s cock in shock.
Casey held Joel’s wide gaze as orgasm grabbed him. He convulsed in pleasure, pumping jizz into Joel’s open mouth, spilling it down his chin, and shooting a thick stream of it all over his face.
“Holy shit,” Joel sputtered, his dark eyes pools of wild lust. He scooped come from his cheek and forehead and shoved it into his mouth. “You taste so…fuck.”
He knew what Joel meant. When Joel had come in his mouth the night before, it’d been perfect: sweet and dirty, filthy and pure, all at the same time.
Their taste was everything.Theywere everything.
On Joel’s sofa, beside the colored lights of his starless Christmas tree, Casey had never been happier.
Just like thenight before, Casey’s come tasted kinda gross but also so fucking good. It was a paradox Joel couldn’t quite understand. He scooped another finger-full from his chin and pushed it in his mouth, his cock ragingly hard in his jeans and his eyes rolling back in his head. He moaned gently.
Casey’s mouth was on his again before his brain un-frazzled, and he let himself be tugged up again as they mauled each other while trying to get their clothes off. Finally, naked and hard as a rock, he rutted up against Casey’s stomach and pubes, hungry for his own orgasm.
“Fuck, Joel, you’re hot as hell, babe,” Casey muttered, dropping down on top of him as they stretched out on the sofa.
