“Spill,” I bluff. “I'd rather know than be left in the dark.”
the nineteenth chapter
MARK
Just when we thought we might be left in the dark, the lights glow above us. A tiny fridge in the corner of Porter's room hums to life.
“Power must be back on,” he grins. “And I know exactly what we should do with that hot water, now that I've got you all to myself.”
“Give Franko's kitchen a spring clean?” I suggest.
But the look in my eyes is far from innocent.
“Tempting, but no,” Porter smirks.
He lifts me over his shoulder, both of us naked, and carries me down the hallway.
The shower head sputters at first, taking a little longer than usual to warm up.
Steam rises toward the ceiling vent.
We rummage inside the bathroom cabinet to find clean towels.
I jam a wedge under the door for privacy.
He opens a zippered pouch to retrieve a generous sachet of something sticky.
Hope that means what I think it does.
The anticipation is killing me.
???
A couple of hours ago when the guys left, we pounced.
Porter taught me how to give him a handy.
I’ve given myself plenty of those since I got my first hard on.
But this was different.
The best part was when we did it at the same time.
My hand on his dick, his hand on mine.
So damn good to feel that cum on my wrist.
And then he let me lick it.
Just around the head, but I’m still on such a high.
He told me that if I’m a good boy, he might let me put it in my mouth next time.
Maybe I’ll be good.
Maybe not.
Can’t take my eyes off that ass, either.
