Page 43 of Good Friends
When he arrived, Gavin’s truck was parked in front of one of the units. He started to knock but something told him not to.
He slowly reached out and tried the knob and found it unlocked.
When he opened the door, he peeked inside and heard a shower running, but this was definitely Gavin’s apartment. He spotted the framed picture of them, identical to the one he had, sitting on the entertainment center next to his TV. It wasn’t the only familiar thing, either. The couch was new, as were a couple of other pieces, but there were knickknacks and books, pictures he recognized.
He stepped inside, dropped his bag, closed and locked the door behind him, and stripped on his way to the bathroom. There, he grabbed the shower curtain and jerked it open, grinning to see a very startled Gavin standing there, and—
“Oh, someone wasn’t given permission to fucking do that.” Porter climbed in, grabbing Gavin by the throat and slamming him against the wall, pinning him there. Porter reached behind him and pulled the shower curtain closed again. At five-seven, Gavin was eight inches shorter than Porter, with a slender build, but their bodies had always felt perfect pressed against each other.
The fear in Gavin’s eyes flared and flashed over to pure passion and hunger. “Sorry, Sir. I-I didn’t know if you were coming.”
Porter’s fingers closed around Gavin’s throat, not enough to cut off his air but enough to make him remember who was in charge. He leaned in and slanted his lips over Gavin’s, devoured him with hungry, demanding kisses that hardened his own cock.
“Oh, I’m going to be coming all right, boy,” he rasped. “You’ll be lucky if I letyoucome for a fuckingmonth.”
More desire blossomed in Gavin’s gorgeous blue eyes, and Porter realized how much he’d fucking missed this with him.
“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.”
Porter slammed him against the wall again. “Damn right you do.” More kisses. Porter reached down and slapped Gavin’s hand away from his cock, wrapping his own fingers around it and squeezing hard, until Gavin’s moan turned from needy to pained and he eased up just a little. “Remind me who that belongs to?”
“You, Sir!” Gavin said.
Porter sucked on Gavin’s lower lip and slowly stroked his cock for him. “Damn right it fucking does.” He released Gavin, and Porter almost thought he was going to have to grab Gavin again to keep him from hitting the floor, he’d dived into subspace so hard and fast. “Knees,” he barked.
Gavin sank to his knees, his mouth already open. Porter grabbed his head and started face-fucking him with all ten inches of thick cock that he had, unable to hold back this time. He needed it, needed Gavin too damn much.
Needed to stake his claim in a way his boy would have absolutely zero fucking doubts about.
“Takeit,” he growled. “Every goddamned drop of it. I’ll decideafterthat if I’m going to reward you or not.”
Gavin moaned around his cock. Porter knew that hungry moan, too. Had missed it soooo fucking much. His perfect tongue stroked and licked Porter’s cock with every thrust, his blue eyes watering but still looking up at him.
Even while Porter slid his prick all the way into Gavin’s mouth, Gavin stayed with him.
No pussy ever felt as good as this man’s mouth.Ever.
And he’d fucked two pussies in his life, so he had a valid goddamned comparison.
His thumbs stroked Gavin’s cheeks as Porter’s gaze burned hot into his boy’s. “You missed this, hmmm?”
“Mmm-hmm!”
He pushed deep, choking him on it, his balls against Gavin’s chin. “Takeit, boy. Remember how to swallow ten inches? You’d better.” He smiled as he felt Gavin struggling not to gag on it, eased out just enough to let him regroup before slamming deep again. “Remember that night I tied you up on the bed with your head hanging over the edge and fed you three loads deep down your throat just like that?”
A long, needy moan rolled from Gavin, straight through Porter’s balls and triggering his release. He pulled back and started fucking, hard and fast, letting Gavin concentrate on the head and glans with his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Then his balls tensed and he felt his orgasm hit him. As it spiraled through him, he jammed his prick deep into Gavin’s mouth again and reveled in the feel of his boy’s throat around him as he swallowed his first load of cum from Porter in over a year.
It damn sure wouldn’t be the last one he swallowed, either.
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Ohhhh, fuuuuuck yes!
Could itreallybe this easy?
Part of Gavin’s brain, the part usually in charge of common sense and paying bills, tapped his wristwatch and said no, it’s not, but enjoy it while you can.
The rest of Gavin’s brain locked that annoying little fucker in the basement and delighted in trying to remember how to swallow that gorgeous hunk of meat without gagging on it.
