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I was simultaneously terrified of being caught and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
Sammy leaned forward and licked a stripe up the underside of my dick, and my knees nearly gave out at the contact. Thankfully, my spine was already pressed against the boulder, giving me extra support. I leaned my head against the rock behind me and squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to remain quiet as he pulled one of my balls into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue before giving the same treatment to the other. I bit back a whimper as he licked another stripe up the underside of my cock, this time pausing at the tip. When he didn’t proceed, I opened my eyes and looked down.
Sammy was looking up at me, his curls a golden halo framing his face while his eyes were full of the devil. He smirked at me, then took my dick in his hand, holding it steady while he slowly and methodically took me into his mouth half an inch at a time. Every time I closed my eyes, he stopped until I opened them again.
When he’d taken me all the way to the back of his throat, he swallowed.
The tight heat of his mouth, so wet and warm, and the feel of him swallowing around me had a groan escaping me. I was helpless to stop it.
We both froze, Sammy’s hands gripping the backs of my thighs, his eyes wide, his lips still stretched around my cock. When we heard footsteps moving away from us and the voices resumed their conversation, we both relaxed.
I only had a moment to recover before Sammy started moving again. He pulled back to my tip, swirling my cockhead with his tongue, then, with his hands gripping my ass, pulled me forward until I was once again buried to the hilt. With his hands on my hips, he manipulated my movements, pushing and pulling so I was fucking his face at a pace and rhythm he was completely in control of, all while hollowing out his cheeks and using his tongue like a goddamn expert.
As the sounds of our visitors faded into the distance, and he continued to pump me in and out of his mouth faster, more whimpers escaped. I couldn’t help it. He was turning me inside out.
I felt my balls draw up, and I knew I was about to unleash down his throat, but he stopped.
Before I could even register what was happening, he stood, dropping his sweats in the same motion. He pressed into me, taking both our cocks in his hand, smearing the spit from his blowjob around us, then began stroking. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head at the sensation of his dick against mine. The sight of my dark and thick cock against his pale length had my eyes rolling back in my head. When another groan escaped, he took my mouth with his, swallowing the sound.
He continued to stroke us, harder and faster until we both unloaded. I groaned into his mouth, not even trying to stop itthis time, as he milked my orgasm out of me. Wet heat flooded between us, coating his fingers and both our shafts, some of it dripping down the inside of my thigh. He leaned his forehead against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him as we fought for air. I wanted nothing more than to drag him down into the dirt and nap right there on the forest floor.
I wanted to hold him and pretend I wasn’t leaving in a few weeks and he wasn’t dealing with the aftermath of his mom’s abandonment. I wanted us to exist in the blissful ignorance of a beautiful summer morning where there was nothing but him and me wrapped up in each other in a place where no one could find us.
I just wantedhim.
23
SAMMY
“You okay?”I asked with my face still buried in his chest. My hands were sticky with our cum which was already drying against our skin, but I didn’t want to pull away. His arms around me gave me the illusion that, for just a moment, life was okay. Even more, I was afraid to look into his eyes, afraid I’d see regret there, and I didn’t think I could bear to be the source of his regret.
He kissed the top of my head. “I’m amazing. That was…amazing.” He chuckled, likely at his lack of creative word choice, then placed his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look up at him. “You’reamazing.” He bent and kissed me tenderly, then pulled back without releasing my face. “Areyouokay?”
A smile spread across my face. “Yeah, golden boy. I’m more than okay.” I glanced down at the mess between us. “We should probably get cleaned up.”
He pulled his feet out of both his briefs and shorts, handing me the underwear to wipe us both up. He then pulled his shorts back up and shoved the underwear into his pocket.
“We should talk.” I groaned, but he ignored me. “You want to climb back up or take a walk?”
I sighed, resigning myself to a conversation I didn’t really want to have. “Let’s walk. I should probably get back to Jimmy. And I need to call Mrs. McGee before I head to work at noon.” I grabbed his wrist, pulling it up so I could see the time, noting I had about an hour and a half before my shift started.
He took my hand in his as we walked down the path, the feel of it in mine oddly comforting. I wasn’t used to the little touches he seemed to favor. A hand on my knee, a brush of my cheek, my hand in his. He was always the one to initiate the contact, but I was learning that I didn’t mind, that maybe I actually enjoyed it.
“Will you tell me how bad it is? I overheard you and my mom this morning. I want to know what you didn’t tell her. What you haven’t been telling me.”
I could feel the tension sinking back into my shoulders as the weight of the last couple of weeks settled there. I wanted to tell him I had it handled, but after losing my shit last night and with whatever he’d overheard this morning, I supposed there was no point in trying to pretend. I wasn’t sure I had the energy to fake it anyway.
“It’s bad, Will. The bills are piling up. And because my mother is a shit human, some of them were already several months behind. I barely make anything at Walmart, which means I can’t even pay one of those bills in full. I had to negotiate with Mrs. McGee on the rent, and we had to resort to getting food from the food pantry yesterday.”
I dragged my free hand through my hair, ruffling it a couple of times in agitation. Will squeezed my hand but didn’t say anything, giving me the space to continue. “Jimmy wants to get a job. We got into a fight about it, but I relented. I don’t know how he’ll manage it with his anxiety, but I also can’t do this by myself.”
“He’s stronger than you think,” Will said.
“How do you know? You barely know him.”
He shrugged. “You’re right. I don’t know him very well. But I do know what anxiety feels like, and right now, he’s probably struggling more with feeling helpless. Getting a job would help him feel like he’s actually doing something. Like he has some sort of control over the outcome. And it’s summer, so it’s not like it will affect his schoolwork.” We turned down the little side path that would take us toward the road. “In fact, a job would probably be a good distraction because he doesn’t have school to keep him from overthinking.”
Those were excellent points that hadn’t even occurred to me. I’d been so consumed with trying to figure out a way to keep us afloat that I hadn’t even considered the fact that being stuck home alone while I was at work might actually make his anxiety worse.
