Page 29 of Spread Your Wings
He pressed Mustafa’s prostate and sweet precome hit his tongue. He held his fingers there, against the bundle of nerves. He applied suction on the way down Mustafa’s cock. On the way back up, he rolled his tongue along the gland and around the head.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck me.”
Mustafa’s cum tasted salty and sweet, like kettle corn. Sammy licked it up until Mustafa pushed him off his cock, giggling. “I need a moment,” he said, still laughing.
Sammy brushed his fingers against Mustafa’s prostate, and his cock jolted.
“Fuck.”
Sammy did it again, watching in awe as Mustafa’s cock jerked again, and stiffened from the attention.
“You like that.”
“Fuck yeah.”
“You want me inside you?”
Mustafa nodded. “So much.”
“It’s been awhile since I topped,” Sammy admitted. “Not since freshman year.”
Mustafa grinned. “It’s been awhile for me, too.”
Sammy motioned toward the bedroom with his chin. “Shall we?”
“You first.”
Sammy hated to remove his fingers, but he wanted Mustafa to be comfortable for the short walk. He led the way, stripping out of his clothes. He took the lube and condoms from his backpack.
Mustafa spread out on the bed, naked and sexy in his own confidence. Lust gleamed in his eyes as he yanked his cock and twisted around the base.
“Fuck me,” he said, lifting his knees to his chest as he continued to stroke himself.
Sammy bounded onto the bed, kneeling above Mustafa’s entrance. He poured some lube on his fingers and worked them back inside. He massaged Mustafa’s prostate until precome leaked from the tip of his dick. The sticky clear liquid left a trail to his abdomen. Sammy leaned forward to lick it up as he removed his fingers. He rolled on a condom and slicked more lube over his sheathed cock.
“Not gonna last long,” Sammy said, biting his bottom lip as he pressed his cock against Mustafa’s entrance.
“I’m already close,” Mustafa groaned as Sammy entered him. “Ugh. Yes.”
“Yes,” Sammy hissed as he worked his way inside Mustafa’s tightness. He’d never wanted anyone like this. Now, he knew he’d never get enough. He wanted Mustafa in every position.
He pulled out, and Mustafa whimpered. He slid back inside and sighed with contentment. So warm. So tight. So wonderful. He withdrew again, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, and slammed his body back into Mustafa’s with a slap.
“Fuck yeah. Like that.”
Sammy did it again, and again. Then he adjusted the angle, searching for the spot that drove Mustafa wild.
“Ugh. Yeah. Harder.”
Found it. He tucked his knees beneath Mustafa’s ass and rested on his elbows. He rocked their bodies together to keep the same angle. Then, he pistoned against Mustafa, hard and fast, fighting against his building orgasm.
Mustafa growled as he came, his entire body shaking. Mustafa’s passage flexed around his cock, and Sammy shot, too. He sank onto the sweat-drenched pillow.
“Wow,” he whispered in Mustafa’s ear.
“Wow? I give you mind-blowing sex, and all you can say is wow?”
“Well, my mind is blown.”
