Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
It’s not a request, it’s an order. I’m fucking feral to know what it’ll feel like.
And Marty hasn’t even gotten it into my mouth before he explodes, the warmth rushing across my cheek before he sticks himself back into my mouth, his load assuring me he’s far from finished.
I never imagined it’d feel so good to have cum coating my tongue, but it’s apparently all I needed to take me to the end, and a quick jolt pulses through me before my release shoots across my abs, leaving me in a fit of quivers and spasms as I swallow him down.
Between his release in my mouth and my own, I’m lost in pleasure, gasping as I recover from the thrill of everything that just happened. As I catch my breath, Marty says, “Hey, you’re about to get some cum in your eyes. Keep them closed, and I’ll grab you a towel.”
I hear his footsteps, and I can’t help but laugh.
Even though we don’t always get along, Marty has this considerate side to him. Not exclusively because I helped him get off. I see it all the time around the other frats.
He returns and wipes up my face. “Okay, you can open them now.”
As I do, I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek. Fuck, I’m hungry for him.
He gazes down at me, looking stunned.
“Impressed?” I ask.
“Shocked, for sure.”
“Wish I’d known how good you tasted. I would have made you shoot in my mouth sooner. Told you I’d be good at this.”
He rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a smile. “Well, like you said, this was our shake on our new agreement.”
That excitement in my chest intensifies.
Because I know it’s fucking on.
18
Marty
After class on Wednesday, I meet with Ash and Lance in the library. I don’t always study with them, but this week I could use a little time to concentrate, especially when I’ve had sex on the brain since Ryan and I made our agreement.
What did I get myself into?
The last thing I was expecting last Friday was to have Ryan’s lips around my cock, but I must admit, all that jealousy he felt about not being good at it was for nothing because I couldn’t even get my cock back in his mouth before I was shooting.
Shouldn’t surprise me. Ryan’s a sex god, and clearly I’m no more immune to it than any of the numerous girls he’s hooked up with.
I’ve never been the kind of guy to be obsessed with sex, but since we started kissing, it’s been like when I was thirteen and first discovered how amazing my dick could make me feel.
I’m catching up on some reading when I notice a DM notification on my phone.
Ryan: Check out this one too.
“We can take a few days to research.”
Since he blew me, we haven’t done anything more than jerking off, kissing, and him sucking me off. But I’ve been scouring the net to find out more about anal and what that will entail. Reading about other guys’ experiences. Meanwhile, Ryan’s been sending me clips and screenshots from gay porns he’s been watching. He says they call it “watching film” in football.
My thumb hovers over my phone screen as I peek at Ash and Lance. Ash is focused on his phone, probably chatting with Colin. Lance seems absorbed in his reading.
I make sure the volume is turned down on my phone, since one of the links in a DM from him was loud and graphic when I opened it around some of the guys back at the house. Not making that mistake again.
I open the message, discovering a screenshot of a guy—what I guess is considered a twink—facing the ceiling, holding the headboard of a bed, suspended in the air, while a much larger, hulky guy fucks him. Under the photo, Ryan’s DM reads: This position looks fun. *devil emoji*
My cheeks heat up the way they do whenever he sends me something like this, my cock twitching. If I hadn’t already realized I was into guys, I’ve definitely realized it since he’s been blowing up my phone with these kinds of messages, making me think of the wild sort of guy Ryan is.
Although, I’m also a realist…
Me: Did you mean to send this to a gymnast you were planning to fuck?
Ryan: You can’t do that?
Ryan: Maybe I need to look for a guy who’s a little more adventurous.
Me: I’d need to work on my upper body strength to even try.
Ryan: Depends on which position you’re playing.
Me: Pretty sure for either.
Ryan: Nah. The bottom’s more about the core. *winky face*
Me: Any recommendations? Crunches? Ab rolls?
Ryan: Planks, for sure.
Me: You know I’m joking, right?
Ryan: And you know one of us has always had a sense of humor, even before we started making out…right?
I chuckle, but then quiet, looking to Ash and Lance to see if either noticed. Neither looks up, and another DM comes through.