Page 35 of String Boys
But it wasn’t.
The head slid right past Seth’s lips, and he covered his teeth and closed his mouth, making a tight seal, and sucked.
Kelly cried out, right there, and came.
For a moment, Seth panicked.Come. He’s coming in my mouth!Then he remembered that he liked the taste, and there wasn’t that much, and he swallowed and slurped and made sure his mouth was wet. Kelly was still hard, so Seth pressed forward until he could feel the head in the back of his throat, and Kelly convulsed completely, cradling Seth’s head in his hands and crying out as Seth swallowed the last burst of come.
With a little sound of repletion, Kelly sank down, sitting in his lap for real and laying his head against Seth’s shoulder.
The puddle of come Seth had shot when Kelly was in his mouth cooled on Seth’s abdomen, and Kelly ran his finger through it fitfully.
“You came too,” he murmured.
“I dreamed about doing that,” Seth confessed.
“You enjoyed it?” Kelly sounded uncertain.
Seth smiled, closing his eyes. “I could do that all the time,” he confessed.
Kelly lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted, wrinkling his nose. “It’s….”
“It’s better hot,” Seth told him, and Kelly laughed softly before taking his mouth.
No more words. Just kissing. Kissing and touching. Hands over skin again. They both grew hard, and for an amazing moment, all Seth could think about was stroking Kelly off in his palm. It fit! Fat and thick, it was made for Seth’s strong, callused fingers wrapping around it and squeezing, but then… oh then… Kelly did the same to him.
He gave a moan of his own and threw his head back against the couch.
Kelly slid off his lap and to his knees, his head between Seth’s thighs. This time Kelly wrapped his lips around Seth’s cock—cock! Yes, a cock! What a wonderful word—and sucked gently.
“Harder,” Seth begged. “But no teeth.”
And harder.
And he used his fist at the base and his lips on the head.
And that’s about as far as he got before Seth came again.
This time when Kelly sat on his lap, they just made out, soft and slow until Seth wondered when his phone would go off.
And then he sat up abruptly, dumping Kelly on his ass.
“What?” Kelly asked, sounding fuzzy.
“My alarm! Kelly, I didn’t set my alarm! It’s seven forty-five!”
“Oh shit!”
Kelly popped up, and the next few minutes were a mad scramble. Kelly’s shirt was full of come and sweat and Seth threw it in his laundry and gave Kelly one of his own. Both of them needed a washcloth, and wiping off was hard because they were tender, and finally, at seven fifty-one, they were both done and sitting in the front room with the TV on, trying to look casual, when Seth’s dad walked in.
“Hey, Seth,” he said, his voice low and unusually quiet. “You have a good, uh, practice?”
Seth and Kelly looked at each other and tried not to smirk.
“Yeah. It was okay. Uh, Kelly’s folks should be home in a few. They said to come up and eat ice cream cake when they got here.”
Craig Arnold took a deep breath and looked at Seth. For no reason, his eyes seemed a little shiny in the lamplight, but he smiled anyway. “Did you even eat dinner?” he asked, sounding unaccountably plaintive.
Seth grimaced. “No.” And as if to prove it, Kelly’s stomach growled, punctuating the silence.
