Page 30 of Saved By the Pitcher

Mike was erect from the touching, and he couldn’t resist pressing his dick against the sheets to relieve some of the tension. It didn’t help that James’ hands were now down to his lower back, pressing on his tailbone, then sliding them over his butt cheeks.

“Mike, your ass is a work of art,” James murmured. “It’s like someone modeled them from two melons and encased them in creamy skin.” Mike didn’t respond. He was too busy panting. James used his knees to nudge Mike’s legs farther apart, widening his ass crack and revealing the hint of his hole. “Sweet Jesus,” James whispered. He kissed the delicate skin, causing Mike to buck his ass against James’ face.

“Sorry,” Mike panicked. “I wasn’t expecting that. It was like… I don’t know. No woman has ever done that to me, that’s for sure.”

James kept his mouth nearby, letting out a warm breath over Mike’s pucker. Mike squirmed and pressed his cock back down on the mattress. “You like it, though?” James asked.

“You have to ask?” Mike yelped. “I’m about to soil your sheets if you do that again.”

James chuckled. “I have a washing machine.” He opened Mike back up and bent down to run his tongue from Mike’s tailbone to his hole, circling and licking the little cavity.

“Jesus. You’re going to kill me,” Mike breathed into the pillowcase.

James smiled and pulled away, scooching up the bed so he could lie on Mike’s body. “I don’t want to explain to the police why there’s a corpse in my bed. I’d better let you cool down.”

Mike remained in position, still panting. “I think I’m doing some serious leaking on your linens, James. That was mind-blowing. Will you do it again, and for longer, when I’m not ready to blow?”

James grinned. “Sure, I can do that.”

“So, you like rimming?” Mike asked, talking into the pillow. “I don’t know if that’s an expected thing in gay sex.”

James paused. “Nothing is expected, Mike. Not everyone likes everything, and I would only do something someone wants, providing I’m into it, too. As for rimming, I’m not into it in general. The person needs to be hot and very special.”

Mike smiled into the pillow. “So, you think I’m hot and very special?”

“Don’t milk it,” James warned, unable to hide his amusement.

“I’m not touching it,” Mike replied, pretending to have misunderstood. “I think what you said makes sense, James. I want to rim you, too.”

James jerked his head back. “You don’t need to, Mike. I didn’t mean to imply it was a test for what someone thinks about you. You’re inexperienced…you shouldn’t rush.”

Mike used his strength to move out from under James and turn them so they were facing each other once more. “I know it wasn’t a test, but if it had been, I would have had no problem responding that you are hot and very special, too. And yes, I want to try it with you. Can I do it now?”

James still appeared uncertain, but then nodded. He flipped himself onto his front to give Mike access. Mike caressed his back before massaging one of James’ butt cheeks.

“That’s good, Mike,” James murmured.

Mike took his cue from James on how to proceed, pulling James’ legs apart and kneeling between them. He was too anxious to do a slow tease, so he muscled the two thighs farther apart so James was open and vulnerable. “Great. Now I’m going to come just from looking at that sweet pussy.”

“Pussy, huh? You think I’m going to let your dick in there?” James mused.

“I hope so. Maybe soon? I’ll be your best friend,” Mike begged, causing James to laugh. “I’ll never be able to watch your show again when you’re in those short-shorts. I’ll be ejaculating when you twerk your cute ass, knowing this is how it looks naked. Holy Mother of God.”

“Are you going to let me fuck your pussy?” James asked, daring to look back enough to see Mike’s expression.

Mike couldn’t hide his nervousness. “Uh, at some point. I’m not some jughead who thinks it’s too ‘gay’ for him. But I think I need to work up to it, if that’s okay.”

James nodded. “Of course, it’s okay, Mike. I told you, I’m only into doing what other people like, providing I like it, too. How did you get sidetracked, anyway? I thought you were going to show off your cunnilingus skills.”

Before James could make another sarcastic comment, Mike plunged his tongue onto his hole, circling then probing it deep. Mike pulled back for a second. “Like that?”

James panted. “Jesus, Mike. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but my butt will still be here tomorrow. There isn’t an ass-eating contest you have to win.”

Mike blushed. “Sorry.” Then he snickered. “Are you from some freaky town where the state fairs featured ass-eating contests? Can you imagine? All you can eat…”

“Mike…”

Mike sobered. “Sorry.” He leaned back down, massaging one of James’ ass cheeks while kissing the other. Once he alternated the move with each cheek, he worked his tongue along the inner edges of James’ cheeks until James was squirming beneath him. He made little licks along James’ taint, then put his forearms under the front of James’ hips so he could pull James’ crack up to his mouth. The movement exposed James’ hanging sack, so Mike licked and kissed his way over James’ balls. He was pleased that James was muttering nonsense words in response. Mike used his elbows to push James’ legs even wider, then buried his face in James’ ass crack. He licked James’ tight hole and pressed his flattened tongue against the sensitive skin.