“Aaron, I’m going to come…”
“Good,” I hissed. “Move faster, Maddox. Come. Squeeze those cocks. It feels so good to have you hard against me.”
He thrust into the motion, and he slid against me as I held myself still. I couldn’t help arching my back into our fists and letting out a delighted moan.
“I’m coming,” he gasped.
Lifting up from him just a bit, I took another deep kiss from his lips, then whispered across them, “Watch. Watch yourself come all over us.”
He looked down and it was all he needed—seeing our hard dicks right next to each other, our hands jointly flying over ourselves, coated in lube and pre-cum. His groan was a tattoo beat in time with our hands, and his cock jetted out his release, up his stomach, all the way up to his pecks, painting both of us.
It was all I needed, feeling his cum on my skin as his dick jerked next to mine. My orgasm chased his and my release joined his, coating our skin. He gave one more jet after I thought he was done, clearly taken by the whole thing.
My arm gave out and I dropped onto his chest, sticking us together. He brought his hand up, coated in our combined cum and stared at it.
I leaned up and licked a stripe of it off two of his fingers, and he groaned. Licking my lips, I smiled at him. “We taste good together.”
“Jesus.” His breath was shaky. “This is messy. Gay sex is messy.”
Shaking my head, I grabbed his hand and licked him clean. His cock twitched between us as he watched me. “No, no.Goodsex is messy.”
“This is going to get gross soon.” He pointed between us, indicating where the cooling cum would soon adhere us together.
I peeled myself off him and kneeled up. “Come on. Clean up time. This is the other half of the fun.”
He drew in a short breath as he stared at me kneeling there. “God, that’s…hot. My cum all over your chest.”
Leaning down, I gave him a quick kiss. “I think you’re more gay than you think. Come on. Shower time.”
“Shower?” He perked right up. “Wait, do you shower every time you do…this?”
“I try,” I said. “It’s not always possible, and sometimes I don’t have the energy. A wipe down is just fine.”
“But then you smell like sex.” Maddox sat up and wrapped his arms around me at my waist.
I lifted an eyebrow. “And what’s so wrong with that?”
“Oh, you are a dirty one.” He laughed. I could see him eyeing my chest, and the curiosity was rolling through his mind.
Grinning, I nodded at him. “Go ahead. You know you want to taste us.” He still hesitated, so I brought my still-coated hand up for him. I waited a moment for him to move, then I held up two fingers and traced them over his lips, leaving them shining with our release.
His hand shot up to keep me from moving away. Bringing my fingers back to his lips, his tongue darted out and licked over his lip and across the tip of my fingers. My dick twitched at the erotic move, and then he did one better by pulling my fingers into his mouth and sucking on them.
“Shit,” I whispered.
He released the first two fingers. “You’re right. We do taste good together. I’ve never tasted myself before, and I want to taste you alone.”
I was almost completely hard again. “Shower.” My voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the lust in my tone. “Come on, shower. We can play in there.”
Maddox
Iliked the sound of playing in the shower.
I couldn’t believe how much the sight of our two cocks together had ramped me up. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Hell, it wasn’t something I’d even thought of.
But, damn, it wasgood.
Aaron’s pert ass slid off the bed and his already-hard-again dick bobbed as he walked across the room to the bathroom. Getting the cooling, sticky mess off our chests sounded like a good idea as well.
