“Slow down, stud. I wanna taste you some more,” I said, then started to lick under his chin and moved to suck on his neck.
“No. Hump me now, fuck me later.”
And really, it had been so long since I’d touched another man, I was ready to blow.
“Come on, boy. Fuck my crotch.”
He obeyed, and it felt so good I cried out seconds later when I came, Damien close behind me. I collapsed on top of him, and he rubbed his hands slowly up and down my back, both of us breathing heavily. I hadn’t come that hard in years.
After a while, I found the energy to get up and sit beside him on the couch, leaning against the cushions. My dick was still half hard in my messy underwear. It felt decadent.
Damien placed his long legs in my lap. I looked at him as he lay there on his back, proudly displaying the wet spot on his shorts. He looked edible. And dangerous to my peace of mind.
“Stop that.” I looked up and saw him watching me.
“Stop what?”