Page 126 of String Boys
They were just getting started.
By the end of their first week, they were both deeply grateful for Seth’s cocoa butter—and Seth was starting to feel like he sloshed when he walked.
The morning of their sixth day, Kelly started kissing his way down Seth’s chest and Seth stopped him, kissing Kelly’s shoulder, his bicep, his nipple, all the way down to Kelly’s cock, which had gotten thicker since they were younger, if not longer.
“Mm… this is a good plan too,” Kelly mumbled, and Seth fumbled for the cocoa butter, which was never very far away. He played with Kelly’s cockhead for a few moments, teasing, letting his breath, his lips, the gentle edge of his teeth do things for Kelly that plain suction couldn’t, and just when Kelly started getting squirmy, he took him in completely, sucking hard and thoroughly, from root to tip.
When he got to the end, he let Kelly flop out, hitting his abdomen with a solid thwack, and fumbled with Kelly’s fingers, opening the cocoa butter and scooping a generous portion onto them.
Then he spread Kelly’s legs and guided his hand to his own hole, pushing slightly, making Kelly thrust, rubbing the cocoa butter into his own tight orifice, letting him set his own speed.
Kelly grunted, shifting his hips for better access. “This is… this isn’t bad,mijo.This… this is sort of good…. Ooh… that stretches. That… I keep thinking it’s gonna hurt, but it’s my own fingers, right? No pain. Just… mmm…. That’s nice. I like that. I’ll do that again.”
Seth smiled, then shifted to Kelly’s other side and resumed his blowjob, making sure that Kelly’s penetration with his own fingers took the center stage.
His cock stayed hard—got harder, in fact—and Seth kept playing, kept teasing, kept stroking. Kelly’s movements got stronger, more assured, and then, as things got awkward, more frantic.
“I… I can’t…. Seth, I want more. I want more and harder. I can’t go fast enough….Seth,please!”
There was enough cocoa butter for Seth to pull Kelly’s hand away and slide two fingers in easily, and Kelly moaned in welcome as he thrust them in to the hilt and sucked him down until his cock bottomed out in Seth’s throat.
“More,” Kelly gasped, and Seth added another finger, stretching and pumping, sucking and stroking, keeping things firm and hard—but not rough.
“Ah!” Kelly bucked against his throat. “Please… please give me one more chance,” he begged. “C’mon, Seth. I need to be fucked so bad!”
They’d never gotten this far before.
Seth took a leap of faith and moved between Kelly’s knees, pulling his thighs up so they were on his shoulders, finding his asshole with the head of his cock and pausing, poised at the entrance. “Sure you’re ready?”
“Fuck me!”
Seth thrust in.
“Yes!” Kelly’s back arched off the bed as he sought to drive himself farther down on Seth’s cock. There was no hesitation. No pain. No fear.
Seth pulled out so he could fuck forward again. Oh God. Kelly was so tight. So willing. Abandoned, sprawled out on the bed, all of the fears and worries he harbored—every fucking day—scattered as he lost himself to Seth’s invasion.
His face had fallen slack, ecstatic and dreamy, even as Seth picked up the pace.
“Mm…. Seth, this is so good. Man, if I’d known it was this good, you would have been fucking me foryears!”
Seth just kept thrusting, not stating the obvious—Kelly had needed to relax enough for this to feel good, and he hadn’t been ready until just this minute.
But they would have time to talk about that later.
Right now, Seth was losing himself in the warmth and safety of his lover’s body, and his skin started to prickle as he approached a mighty crest.
“Kelly!” he cried out, not wanting it to end so soon. “Let me see you stroke—”
Kelly grabbed his own prick, hand squeezing tightly, like he loved it most, and with that, just that, a convulsion rippled through his body as he came.
Seth exploded into his ass.
Together they shuddered, coming without stop, as though they hadn’t been banging each other silly for the last seven days.
It was Seth’s turn to fall forward over Kelly’s body. Seth’s turn to feel the richness of the heat where his cock remained, sliding in come. Seth’s job to kiss Kelly’s temples, nuzzling his cheeks and peppering his shoulders and collarbone with tiny kisses of praise.
“So good,” he whispered. “God, you feel so good. You were so tight. I hope that felt as good to you as it did to me—”
