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He pulled me against him and shoved his hand down the front of my jeans. “Not probably, Zach. I’ll definitely be taking it all off later. Mmm…you’re hard.”

“What do you expect?” I matched his stare. “I haven’t stopped thinking about your perfect ass since your pants split, and you certainly haven’t been hiding it.”

“Oh yeah?” He pulled away and in three seconds flat, kicked off his shoes, pulled his jockstrap and jeans off, and got on all fours on his bed. “This?”

His back was arched, pushing his ass up into the air. It was clear what he wanted, but I kind of wanted him to say it.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Teo groaned, then reached back to spread his cheeks farther apart, dropping his chest to the bed. “If you won’t fuck me, Zach, you can put your tongue to work instead.”

I stepped up and replaced Teo’s hands with my own, keeping his perfect pink little hole exposed. Leaning forward, I gave it a little kiss and blew on it gently. Teo shivered.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

The appreciation in his voice–with just a hint of desperation–pulled my face in between his cheeks. I wanted to make him feel good and my tongue devouring his hole could certainly do just that.

“That’s it. Stick your tongue inside me.”

I did my best, but I was certain I wasn’t making much headway. Though it didn’t seem to matter based on the amount of squirming and random noises Teo was making.

“Oh fuck, Zach.”

CHAPTER 25

MATEO

The pleasure was so intense that I pushed backwards, trying to impale myself on Zach’s probing tongue. It was as if he’d thrown all self control out of the window. I lost myself in the pleasure that was his greed, the lapping and slurping, the brush of his fine stubble.

I wanted it to go on forever, but I had been turned on ever since my pants tore. I knew how much Zach liked my ass and there it was…on display for him. And now – feeling how much he appreciated it, worshiped it even – I could only hold out so long against my own body’s demands for release.

Zach hadn’t even touched my dick, but it was still slick with precum and my balls were aching.

“I need to cum, Zach.”

Within seconds of withdrawing his tongue from in between my cheeks, Zach had flipped me over and impaled his face on my hard cock. It was as if my hole was a warmup. His tongue was frantic, polishing every inch of my shaft from the base to head and exploring the little nooks on either side by my thighs.

“You’re so good at this.”

I threw my head back as he took my entire length in his mouth, keeping it all inside and flicking his tongue against whatever he could reach. He ran his hands up and down my legs, moved to my thighs and squeezed my pecs before traveling down my abdomen to hold onto the base of my cock as he sucked away.

Fuck.

The incredible sensations my cock was experiencing were too much. A tremendous spasm wracked my body as I came – unannounced – spewing my load straight into Zach’s eager mouth. For a few seconds, I felt drunk as the room spun and my vision clouded. Zach’s hands never left my thighs.

As my orgasm ended, I had to grab onto my comforter and attempt to stop my legs from kicking Zach as he nursed my spent cock, licking it clean.

I took a few seconds to collect myself, then propped myself up on my elbows so I could see his face. “If you get your dick up here, I’ll do my best to copy that.”

He smiled and stood up. His dick was in full view, semi-hard and wet.

“I already came when I was eating your ass, but thanks,” he said. “Your, uh…little, slutty moans did it for me.”

I laughed. It felt good that he could get off on that.

“You wanna clean up before dinner?” I asked.

“I don’t think your parents would want me to smear my jizz all over your house.”