Page 61 of Fever Dream
“Come for a swim with me, H,” Casey purrs, biting on his lower lip in a way that has me close to whimpering.
“I don’t have my trunks with me,” I reply, already knowing where this is going.
“Oh, what a shame,” Casey teases right back, finally dropping his hold on my shirt. He takes another step back to increase the distance between us before he reaches behind him and drags his t-shirt off in one sexy swoop. Damn, a man would pay good money for a show like this and here I am, getting it for free.
I lean against the sliding door, pretending as though I’m just here for the show when really, I don’t trust my legs to keep meupright as Casey hooks his thumbs into his jeans and slides them down his legs. He’s left standing there naked in front of me, cock already hard and absorbing every ounce of my attention. Casey crooks a grin at me before turning and diving into the pool.
I can only watch, more turned on that I think I’ve ever been as he glides underwater to the far side and then emerges, like a gift from the gods. Thank the Lord for those underwater pool lights because they’re showing off all his assets as I eye him, wondering what I did right to get to look at him like this.
“You coming in?” he grins, head knocked coquettishly to the side.
I can only nod, throat too parched for a response as I shed my clothes in a far less strip worthy manner than him, but the way he’s looking at me tells me he likes it all the same. I dive into the pool, emerging right in front of him. I’m far too turned on to play games tonight and I reach for his nape, hauling his lips to mine. He responds instantly, the kiss quickly turning filthy as he licks into my mouth.
I can only groan, sliding my free hand down to the curve of his hip and pulling him taut against me. Our cocks rub together, and I’m rewarded with the most delicious groan from Casey as he pushes his hips forward. I’m aware it’s the first time he’s felt the delight of rubbing against another cock and I memorise every sound he’s making.
We’re too deep to get any real purchase so I slowly move us towards the shallow end until I can perch his ass on a step. He leans backwards, pulling me closer as we rub up against each other frantically until I am mindless with need for him.
With a strength I didn’t know I possess, I latch my arms around his thighs and haul him up to the top step, high enough that his cock emerges from the water. I don’t even stop to ask permission before I sink my mouth onto him, sucking him asdeep as I can in my mindless pursuit to have as much of him as I can.
“Fuck, Harrison,” he cries, one hand sliding into my hair while he rests back on his elbow, opening his legs wide enough to create a perfect space for my shoulders.
I don’t go easy on him. I’ve wanted to know what he tastes like since forever and he’s as delicious as I anticipated, a mix of chlorine and that taste that is purely Casey. I’m feeling slightly animalistic as I trace the vein on his cock with my tongue, swirling through his slit and lapping at the moisture beading there. Casey’s squirming and cursing but I only have half a mind on his response as I worship the cock I’ve been dreaming about for months.
“Oh, Harry. H,” he pants, shallow breaths punctuating each word. “I’m not going to last.”
That sounds like music to my ears. I help him along by reaching between his legs and gently squeezing his balls. He comes on a cry, pulsing in my mouth until he has nothing left to give.
I think I could stay here for another few hours, just sucking on his cock but his soft whimper suggests he’s over-sensitised, so I pull off.
And my Casey looks completely wrecked as he pants for air, leaning back on his elbows, legs still splayed between my shoulders. More wrecked than I have ever seen him, and that includes after a full workout with the head trainer. I feel inordinately pleased with myself as the haze of lust starts to lift from my mind and I pull in a few deep breaths.
“Harry?” Casey whimpers, the words like a plea. I give him what he wants, leaning down to kiss him as he comes back down from the high I just gave him. I’m so focused on him that I don’t even realise how hard I still am until he reaches a probing hand between us, stroking a knuckle along my hard length.
“Harry,” Casey pants, pulling back from our kiss. “I need to suck this.”
“Only if you want to,” I tell him, a gentleman to the end. “There’s no pressure if you don’t want to.”
“Oh but I do,” he returns in a way that has all my concerns dying a quick death. I pull myself up to my knees on the step beside him, feeling a ping of delight at the way he eyes my cock with a hunger that I fully understand. He leans forward instantly before I pry him back by his shoulder.
“On the sunlounge,” I suggest, knocking my head that way. “Got to look after these athlete knees.”
“Always thinking of me,” he grins but he doesn’t hesitate as I lead the way, dripping wet, and laying back on the sunlounge. He follows me down, crawling between my legs like a panther hunting its prey. He’s so into this and I don’t know why I’m surprised at the way he shows no hesitation. But that’s just Casey.
Of course, Casey being the perfectionist he is also somehow instinctively knows how to give a great blowjob as he sinks his mouth onto my cock. It’s not like anyone needs a manual for giving good head but Casey just knows the exact pressure I like it, knows where I like to be tongued. He uses his hand as well to make sure this blowjob is primed to go off like a rocket.
I take small pride in the way I can usually make things last, but I am not at all surprised that Casey manages to get me off faster than any guy who has come before him. And he drinks me down like he’s been sucking dicks for ever and a day, no hesitation whatsoever.
It’s my turn to be thoroughly wrecked after getting the full treatment from Casey and he looks pleased as punch as he kneels back between my legs, big smile on his face as he looks me over.
“We’ve been wasting a lot of time,” he mulls. “We should have been exchanging blowjobs from the start.”
“Truth,” is all I can muster. Casey grins at that as he curls himself into the space between my legs, like the perfect fit he’s always been. We kiss and we stroke warm skin, and we touch all the parts of each other we’re just getting to know, all the while thinking he was right that we could have been doing this all along.
But that kind of thinking is pointless and I’m pretty sure the journey with Casey has made this all the more enjoyable now. Besides, there is no doubt in my mind that if there were ever prizes given out for delayed gratification,heis the ultimate reward.
I spend the night in Casey’s bed, and Casey and I add exchanging blowjobs to our repertoire. It seems he is intent on making up for that lost time he rued while lying on the sunlounge because he wants it all the time. We suck each other off again later that night and it is still not enough for him.
It’s not a hard sell for me either but I am slightly more conscious of keeping our sex lives away from the club than my greedy little footballer seems to be.
