Tom laughed. “Whew, it feels good to tell you. Char knows, of course. We really don’t have any secrets from each other.”
“Hey, I can help you look for an apartment if you’d like. And we can check the bulletin boards at school. Folks are always trying to sell old furniture and stuff.”
“Oh my God, that would be great. There’s so much that has to be done, and I’m not sure where to start,” Tom admitted.
“And if it’s okay with you, I can ask Clay about apartments. He knows a lot of people in town and may know someone who’s renting.”
Tom reached over and hugged Will. “Thank you.”
That led to a kiss, which led to another. Deeper this time. When the kiss ended, Tom felt Will’s lips move to his neck, kissing him gently. Will’s hand grazed Tom’s crotch, and he moaned.
“Is this okay?” Will asked. They’d done a little of this on past dates, but Will had the feeling it might go a bit further tonight.
“Yes,” Tom panted. He tilted his hips to give Will better access to his hardening length.
“I want to touch you.” Will moaned, kissing Tom’s throat.
Tom unbuckled his belt, then felt Will’s hand unbutton his jeans and lower the zipper. He gasped as Will’s hand cupped his balls through his underwear.
“Need more room,” Will said, opening his door. Tom held his jeans together as they both climbed into the back seat.
Will undid his pants, pushing them to his knees, and Tom followed suit. He straddled Tom as best he could, rubbing their groins together and kissing him soundly.
“Really want more,” Will whispered, dipping his hand into Tom’s boxer briefs.
Tom moaned as Will gripped his cock, gently stroking it. Will scooted back, lowering himself on the seat, and licked the head of Tom’s dick. He moved up and down Tom’s shaft, licking and tasting, swirling his tongue around the head and kissing the tip.
After a few minutes, he took the head of Tom’s cock into his mouth, slowly moving down the length.
“Yes,” Tom murmured. “Feels so good.”
Will sped up a bit, bringing Tom almost to the edge, then slowing. Over and over again until Tom couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please!” he pleaded.
As Will once again moved up and down his sensitive organ, Tom gasped. “Gonna come!”
Will pulled Tom deeper, swallowing him completely. Tom’s orgasm hit, and he shuddered. His head rolled back, and he panted, “Wow!”
Will sat up, kissing Tom deeply. Tom could taste himself on Will’s tongue as he reached forward and rubbed Will’s dick, still encased in his underwear. He reached in and wrapped his hand around Will’s throbbing length. Will tucked the waistband of his shorts under his balls, and Tom began to stroke him in earnest.
“Oh yeah,” Will moaned, “Just like that.”
They kissed again and again; before long, Tom felt Will’s hot release on his hand. When Will had calmed a bit, Tom lifted his hand and licked the cum from his fingers.
“So hot,” Will whispered. “Kiss me,” he demanded.
Eventually, they cleaned up a bit with a cloth that Will found in the door pocket, and they tucked themselves back together.
“Another added benefit to you getting an apartment—it will be more comfortable than the back seat of my car.” Will chuckled.
“You’re not wrong,” Tom agreed, grinning.
“So when doyou wanna get together?” Char asked as they filled salt-and-pepper shakers in the now-empty dining room at the Gray Whale. It was a week after the P-town trip, and they’d both worked a late shift. After cleaning up their respective sections, they were completing their back-work duties before heading out.
“Will sent me his work schedule; he’s off next Wednesday night, just like you and me. Is Cee Cee available?” They were trying to find a day and time where they could double-date again. The YuleFest was fast approaching, and their schedules would be a little more flexible, but they wanted to meet up earlier if possible.
“He sent you his schedule, huh? So you can plan things together? Does that mean you guys are getting more serious?” Char smiled, checking her phone. “Yeah, Cee Cee is off too.”
“Perfect. I’ll block off Wednesday night on both of our calendars,” Tom said. “And yeah, I guess we are although who knows how long it will last.” He sighed. “You know I don’t have the best track record.”
