Page 69 of Josh’s Play

I loved the weight of Josh’s cock in my hand, and he loved when I was the one jerking him off or taking both of us in hand. I held his cock then, and it was heavy and red already. I slid my hand to the base and was rewarded with a hiss from Josh. I looked up to find his head thrown back, his neck exposed and splotchy on the side I had kissed and sucked on. I was ready to suck on something else.

Holding the base, I opened my mouth and guided Josh’s dick into it. He moaned along with my first drags up and down his member. I met my hand and worked my way back up, slowly at first. After a few bobs, I toyed with his tip, wanting to taste him. I was rewarded with a salty burst on my tongue. It wasn’t pleasant, but I didn’t hate it, and the sounds Josh was making meant I would have suffered through it either way. Instinctively, I began to work faster, pumping and squeezing with my hand as my mouth sucked and moved.

“Fuck, my prince. So good.”

My other hand found its way to Josh’s ass and didn’t stop until my fingers wrapped around and into his crack.

“Touch me, baby!” he yelled, and I pulled off.

“Shh. I don’t know when the guys are getting home.”

Josh looked down at me, contrite, and said, “If I promise to be quiet, will you keep sucking my cock, my prince?”

In my sweats, my own cock jumped at the words. All I could say was, “Uh-huh.”

Josh’s cock was a wet mess, but I could tell the bead of pre-cum from the rest. I grasped him tightly and licked his slit, liking the taste more the more I got used to it. Josh aborted a moan and hissed instead as I toyed with the tip of his dick and squeezed and stroked him.

He got his breathing under control and found my hand around his ass, guiding it up to his mouth. I stopped my work for a beat as he shoved one of my fingers in his mouth and sucked on it. He pulled it out, and as I sucked him down again, he said, “I want you to touch me. I want it so fucking bad.” He guided my hand back to his ass, and I slowly felt my way to his hole with a wet finger.

He whispered the next part. “I want you inside me, Cam. That big cock of yours. Is it hard, baby? Are you ready to come like I am? Someday soon, are you going to fuck me? Will you let me fuck you?” The whispered words were keeping him from moaning or shouting. If I hadn’t already been impossibly hard, they would have turned me the fuck on. I wanted it all with Josh and hoped that sucking him off was the first of many new experiences. I hummed my response from around his cock.

I pulsed pressure on his hole in time with the bobs of my head, my other hand working his dick. My own cock begged for mercy, and I imagined his lips on me as mine were on him, sucking harder and faster until Josh’s whispered words became nonsensical, and hot streams of bitter cum shot down my throat. I couldn’t manage it all and sputtered a little, feeling it drip down my chin, but I was reluctant to move my hands, wanting to ring every last bit of pleasure out of Josh.

He was the one who eventually gentled my head from his cock by guiding my chin with his hand. I removed my hand from his ass and used the back of it to wipe my mouth and chin. Thinking about where that hand had been had me moaning as I knelt before Josh, and he looked down at me adoringly.

He flopped in the chair and said, “You’re going to have to be quiet, too, my prince.” He placed his arms on the armrests and stared at me hungrily. “Take those off, baby.”

I still couldn’t form words, but maybe none were needed. I fixed my gaze on him and pulled my sweatpants and underwear off.

“On the bed, prince.” I sat down on the foot of the bed, sliding to the edge and spreading my legs wide. Josh rolled the chair over and sucked his own finger in his mouth, never taking his eyes off me as he removed it and found my hole.

I breathed in and nodded, and Josh leaned forward then, swallowing me down in one fluid motion. I wanted to focus on the finger at my hole. Josh wasn't doing any more than I had done, putting a little pressure on the area, but the sensations of getting sucked off and fingered were too much, and I was too worked up at that point. I didn’t last very long before I was coming down Josh’s throat, the finger that had been at my ass now in my mouth as Josh whispered, “Shh, suck on this and stay quiet. I think they’re home.”

I flopped back on the bed, my world turning upside down before re-righting itself. Josh sat in the chair watching me.

“Stay,” I said, and Josh nodded. I hated that he scurried to the bathroom and back before we hid in my room for the rest of the night, but I loved having him there with me. Like the last time he’d stayed, I shooed my teammates out the door before texting Josh that the coast was almost clear, and that he was free to head downstairs and have breakfast with a very smiley Diane.

We didn’t risk anything like that again but continued to find time to be together whenever we could. Our text chain would probably reach the moon with the amount of time we spent talking when we weren’t together. The semester continued on like that as the season wound down, and we made it to the first round of the playoffs. We didn’t make it any further than that that year.

It was closer to Easter when my parents and I had our first official meeting with the agent we had chosen to work with me in my negotiations with the Blizzard.

Josh was traveling to New York City with his parents and Devon to volunteer at an event with his older brothers. A week or so prior, we had been hanging out in my living room since we’d unexpectedly found one of my roommates at home. With some reality competition show on in the background, we shared the couch, facing each other, a proper distance apart. My roommate mumbled something about skipping class because he was hung over. “Gonna take a nap,” he eventually muttered as he headed for the downstairs bedroom. I lowered the volume on the TV, which we tended to keep at blaring levels, hoping it wouldn’t interfere with nap time.

Josh made an exaggerated point of looking around before quickly pecking my lips. “Such a gentleman,” he said before scooting back even further from me on the couch. We had been talking about Josh’s pending trip, and he returned to that conversation.

“Maybe you could come instead,” Josh had proposed. “As a friend,” he quickly added. “Though we would have our own hotel room.” His eyes waggled up and down so much I slid my hand down his face.

“Stop that, weirdo.”

“I can’t imagine Devon really wants to spend the weekend with my parents and my older brothers. They’re like twenty years older than us. I could tell my parents we’re just friends.” He looked at me expectantly, and I imagined what it would be like to have our own hotel room for a whole night. The look on Josh’s face told me he might be thinking the same thing.

He did the eyebrow thing again and I did the hand swipe one more time. We laughed, but then my face dropped. “I’ve got meetings that weekend, in Buffalo.”

“I love how casually you say that. I’ll be in Buffalo that weekend. You know, just negotiating my NHL contract or whatever.” He blew on his fingernails and brushed them on his shoulder. I gave him a little shove in the same spot.

“And what about you, with Professor Dayden helping you shop that article about out players?”

“You’re not mad about that?” He asked. I gave him a funny look without answering otherwise.