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I’m apparently insanely sensitive down there. I didn’t know that. Yeah, I didn’t know that about my own fucking body.
And I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling like this.
Ryan Caulfield is relentless, like he’s licking his favorite ice cream cone. What the hell is it with that guy? He drives me insane with that sensitive, toe-curling feeling over and over, twenty licks, thirty licks, forty, fifty … It’s endless.
And I just grip the pillow, half-suffocate myself in its softness, and take it. The pleasure overwhelms me. Sparks pop before my eyes whether they’re open or closed. And I take it. For as long as my boy wants to go. As many licks of unimaginable pleasure as he wants to make me endure. I can fucking take it.
Then his tongue slowly presses at the hole.
No, I’m wrong.
Into the hole.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan, practically biting the pillow.
He stops instantly and lifts his head. “You alright, bro?”
“DON’T FUCKING STOP!” I growl, out of breath, hard as steel, toes curled and fingers clawing the edges of the pillow.
His warm face buries itself right back into my ass, obeying, and his tongue slides right in. I clench all my muscles again, even my ass cheeks, as I endure his insanely talented tongue.
I’m probably suffocating him with my powerful cheeks.
And yeah, they are powerful; my glutes are my pride and joy.
And apparently Ryan’s tongue is his, because he uses it with such finesse. I am melted butter in the pan of his bed. I am just a piece of meat under the tenderizing twist of his tongue.
He starts drawing circles with the tip. His tongue comes out, teases around the hole, darts back in, and works its way around.
His greedy fingers claw deeply into the meat of my ass cheeks, the pain of which makes this whole experience that much hotter. He doesn’t know I like it rough. The more he makes my muscles ache, the better. The deeper he rakes his fingers across my skin, the sexier. The more I suffer, the harder my cock gets.
He’ll learn.
Just as I’m learning that I did not know what rimming was before this moment. I only had an idea. Now I fucking know.
“Has anyone—oh fuck—ever come from a rim job?” I groan, my words muffled by the pillow.
He comes up briefly to respond, the breeze of the room racing across the valley between my ass cheeks, making my wet hole feel cold in an instant. “I don’t know, but I sure as hell need to.”
“To come from a rim job??”
“To come at all. I’m leaking everywhere.”
“Me too.”
With that, he hops right off of me as I flip onto my back. Shoving my shorts the rest of the way down, I grip my cock and, my ass still pulsing from the work Ryan did on it, I jerk like I’ve never jerked before. The pre-cum is so ample that my cock feels like it’s already lubed up, the jerking smooth and slippery.
Ryan has dropped onto the bed right next to me, on his back, and he’s jerking just as fast, just as furiously.
I catch myself turning to watch him jerk at my side.
His arm flexes with every stroke, his free hand cupping his balls as he goes crazy—just like me. We even whack off the same way.
Ryan is staring at the side of my face. I keep my eyes trained on his dick for a while, then move back to mine as I feel the edge racing toward me.
“I’m close,” I breathe, the words coming out in a hiss.
“Can you look at me?” I hear him ask, almost a whimper.
“Fuck,” I groan, “I’m so close.”
“Stefan?”
I shut my eyes instead of responding. I don’t know why that’s my reaction. My mouth won’t close as I suck air in, then pour it out, over and over, as I reach the edge.
“I’m close, too,” Ryan murmurs finally, his voice choked.
“Come with me,” I tell him, an order, face scrunching up.
“Fuck. I’m coming.” He groans, almost in pain, as he spills. It erupts in wave after wave after wave. I feel a bit of it hit my leg.
And it’s his explosion that triggers my own. I let go all over myself, howling out from my gut as I shoot, and then shoot, and then shoot, and then shoot.
All over my abs and chest.
All over my hands.
All over everything.
Then the room is filled with the jagged breaths of two boys who are no longer boys. Slowly, the breaths calm to nothing, and then there is pure, perfect silence. Neither of us move. Neither of us speak.
Fuck. What the hell just happened?
17
STEFAN
The truth is: I always knew I loved my best friend Ryan.
The other truth is: I didn’t realize how much.
After our “fun”, it was awkward as fuck. I’m not going to lie. I don’t remember cleaning up. I was so spent after—whatever it is we just did—that I fell asleep soon after, still gripping my cock and still wet and sticky from my cum, which had quickly turned cold.
