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But now he was considering dropping out of college and going cross-country to live with this tight, hot, sexy twink of a dreamer, and even though he’d said he needed to think about it, some part of his mind was already there. Already in Los Angeles on a big adventure, making a new life, finding new opportunities, and banging the ever-loving shit out of Carl Pink every chance he got.
“Fuck,” Devon muttered, as Carl stood with his guitar and reached for Devon’s hand.
“Exactly,” Carl said quietly. “Let’s go fuck.”
Devon swallowed hard, gazing up at Carl, who laughed at his expression.
“What? Not up for more yet?”
“What’s the plan?”
“Me in you, or you in me. I’m good either way.”
Devon wasn’t sure what he wanted more, to get back inside Carl and see him come unglued again, or to have Carl inside him, and get to see the kid enjoy the heat of an ass gripping his cock for the first time.
“You in me,” Devon muttered.
Carl’s eyes lit up. “Lead the way.”
They headed into the house, stashing Carl’s guitar in the living room, and started up the stairs.
Devon was so excited, his legs by the time they got to his bedroom.
Day two, Round two was about to commence.
Chapter Nine
Devon didn’t knowwhat he’d expected, but lying on his back with his legs pulled up, staring at Carl’s face as he pushed his cockhead experimentally against the slicked rim of Devon’s asshole was turning out to be a singularly erotic experience.
The way emotions flitted over Carl’s features: anxiety, trepidation, excitement, lust, hunger, and, oh God, that moment when his crown began to breach Devon’s body, the all-encompassing awe that swept over his face? It was delicious.
And the trembling, the way he bit into his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to shove in, or maybe to come, Devon wasn’t sure, all lit a wild flame inside him that he’d never felt while being fucked before.
Burning lust, yes, tenderness, of course, but urgent, proprietary rage? No. Never before.
All he knew was that he wanted this from Carl now, and next week, and next month. He wanted Carl shaking as his cock sunk deeper into Devon for the rest of his life. Because nothing had ever been as right as this moment. This rare, raw moment of joining.
Raw emotionally, not skin on skin, because Devon had fucked around with a pal all too recently to be sure of his STD status, but that was another thing Devon realized he wanted: bareback sex. Condoms in the trash. Just them and skin and lube and cum, and all of it messy between them.
“This…this okay?”
Devon didn’t know if that was a stutter or just a simple verbal slip due to being overwhelmed. Because there was no doubt Carl was drowning in the sensation of his dick inside Devon’s body. He was practically drooling, and his eyes were half-drooping shut as he struggled to hold steady and ask after Devon’s comfort.
“Go for it,” Devon said, hitching his legs back farther. “I can take it.”
Taking it was easier said than done, because Carl was hung. His cock was like so many twinks’: thick from the base all the way to the crown, almost like a fucking eggplant, and stretching around that girth was testing Devon’s limits right now. But he wanted Carl to fuck him with abandon, to lose control, and it wasn’t as if he was the virgin here. He could take it. He just needed to re—
“Oh, fuck.” Devon groaned, his neck arching and his nipples aching as a zing of pleasure arced through him. “Jesus Christ.”
Carl’s hips stuttered but he kept thrusting as he asked, “G-good fuck? B-bad fuck?”
“Holy fuck,” Devon said as Carl’s dick rolled right over his prostate, milking a pulse of pre-cum from Devon’s slit.
“Good then,” Carl said.
That seemed to be all it took for him to find his control and certainty. He began to fuck into Devon like he was an expert instead of an innocent, and he was grinning smugly every time Devon was able to pull his eyes out from the eternal roll to the back of his head to gaze up at Carl’s face.
“Look at you,” Carl murmured. “Writhing on my dick.” He batted Devon’s hands away when he reached to touch his own dick. “Ah-ah-ah, none of that. I plan to fuck you like you fucked me. Make you come on my dick alone.”
