Page 47 of Josh’s Play

I turned and was mesmerized again, looking at the biggest, most expressive set of puppy-dog eyes I had ever seen. They turned heavy as he spoke, his voice like tires hitting a gravel driveway.

“Tell me about your article.”

I stepped in front of him, all thought of my writing simply gone and replaced with thoughts of the mostly naked man in front of me. I listened for a few beats to the music pulsing from below us until I was confident any noise we made in his room wouldn’t carry. After that, all I could focus on was him.

“It’s about a hockey player.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And everything he’s had to persevere through to get where he is.”

“Persevere.”

“His upbringing, his family’s struggles, teachers who underestimate him, coaches who pressure him.” I took a tiny step toward him, which put me in his personal space. In my periphery, I could see him clinging with one hand to the towel at his hip. The other rose to grasp my waist.

“Upbringing?” His response had the note of a question to it.

“It’s a real rags-to-riches story,” I concluded, my hand meeting his on the word “rags” to grab the towel where he clung to it.

He let go, and I slowly pulled the towel off and tossed it away.

“Josh.”

I knelt before him just as slowly. I wanted to keep my eyes locked with his, but when his dick twitched in front of my face, all I could do was take it in as it hung between his legs, thick and pink and growing in anticipation. I looked up and smiled, and Cam moved his hands as if he didn’t know what to do with them. I swatted one away before he could grab his cock. “Mine.” I took his other hand and placed it in my hair.

Cam ran his fingers through it before stilling. I looked up once more and smiled and was rewarded with a look that melted my heart: his eyes dancing in anticipation, his smile unable to be contained. “Congratulations, Cam,” I said before I took him in my mouth, sucking and toying with his tip until that second hand met the first, and his fingertips dug into my scalp.

I relented then, working my way up and down until my nose brushed the bristles that surrounded his base. I was rewarded with a moan and a tighter grip on my head. My hands found purchase on the globes of his ass, and I began my work in earnest, sucking and bobbing, rocking on my knees so that my whole upper body was in on the action. When I deep-throated him again, Campbell lost his footing. I pulled off and guided him to the edge of the bed, my hands gently brushing his shoulders, encouraging him to sit. We were face-to-face then, and his was too serious and lust-filled to be smiling anymore, his eyes heavy and yet still full of energy, of connection. I wondered what he could see in mine.

I kissed him quickly, but passionately, eager to get back to my work, and as my knees found the carpet again, Campbell hesitantly spoke.

“I want …”

“Anything, my prince.” I could tell he was taking in the bulge in my jeans. His eyes snapped back to mine, but he didn’t speak.

“Anything,” I assured him.

“I want you to play with yourself while you …” He adorably lost his words and waved a hand near his now-turgid cock, which pointed up at him and seemed to spout additional pre-cum while he pictured what he wanted.

Happy to oblige, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

“Like this, baby?”

He nodded as he watched me wrap my hand around my arousal. “I want us to come together.”

I stroked myself a few times, my cock going from interested to steel rod as Cam watched me. It was my turn to leak pre-cum, but I swiped some from Campbell’s cock instead, eliciting an enticing hiss. I used his juices to help slick my way. When my rhythm picked up, I went back to work on Campbell, my free hand gripping his base as I worked him over with my mouth and myself over with my hand. When Cam leaned back and began thrusting his hips, I switched my grip on my own dick, tugging and flicking the way I did when I wanted to get off quickly.

I wanted to pull off and urge Cam to let go, but I didn’t think either of us would appreciate it if I stopped at that moment, so I settled for a long groan instead. Campbell responded by intensifying his thrusts so I continued to moan and hum around him as Campbell stopped moving altogether and huffed through his orgasm. I strained my neck without releasing him to watch him as he became overcome, his face so beautifully flushed, his head hanging back, his muscled chest taut and rocking softly as I swallowed the last of his cum. I pulled off with a pop and stood between his legs. Cam raised his head from his position, balanced on his arms, his chest still displayed before me, his legs spread wide.

It only took a few tugs, my eyes locked once again with his, until I was coating his stomach as I grunted out my release. My eyes closed, and the world went dark for a moment, but as I came to, the pulsing beat of the music below invaded my senses. We had both instinctively been quiet as we came, but I think we both realized in the same moment what we’d done with a houseful of people partying below.

“You did lock the door, right?”

“Shit!”

I scurried over and locked it then, picking up the discarded towel and tossing it to him.

“Get cleaned up and get back downstairs. I’ll slip down in a few minutes. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I was looking for a bathroom.”