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)
“Fuck,” I mutter, but Ryan doesn’t seem to give a fuck as he takes my cock into his mouth, like he’s so greedy for it that he can’t even hear the interruption. The way he works his mouth has me vibrating and shifting about before there’s another knock.
“Uh…yeah?” I call out. My eyes widen as Ryan works his magic tongue, apparently not at all fazed.
“Quick question,” Lance’s voice comes from the other side of the door.
Ryan’s already got his lips trailing down toward the base of my cock. As he stimulates my nerves, I grit my teeth to keep down the moan I’d normally let loose.
“Which is?” I ask. He doesn’t reply, so I call out again. “Lance, what did you need?” I’m sure I sound like a dick right now, but it’s Ryan’s fault.
“Oh,” Lance says. “I thought you were coming to the door.”
“I’m…kinda in the middle of someth—oh…”
Ryan’s tongue just ran the full length of my shaft, and I roll my head back, enjoying the sensations running through me.
“I can wait. It’s not a big deal.”
Ryan swaps his mouth for his hand, stroking as he gazes up. “I don’t know. It’s pretty big to me,” he whispers.
“Shh,” I hiss as he refuses to leave my cock alone, that urgency in me hastening. Focus, Marty. “Are you, like, waiting out there for me?”
“Yeah,” Lance says. “On TikTok.”
Ryan sneers at the door as though he has a grudge against it. “I used to like that guy.”
He gives me another stroke, licking the head of my dick before offering a kiss. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’ll still be ready to service you when you’re finished.” And when he releases my cock, I feel like I could fucking kill my bestie.
I push to my feet and throw on my boxers. As Ryan gets off the bed, he grabs the back and tugs them down, like he wants to get a quick glimpse of my ass. It snaps back up as I lean down and grab my tank off the floor, throwing it on.
Ryan’s settling on his air mattress, lying back.
We don’t have to do this often, but when something like this has come up, we always make sure we’re conspicuously where we would normally be in the room at the same time, since it would be odd if Ryan was naked in my bed or I was naked at my desk, which is one of our favorite places to fuck.
I’m about to open the door, when I check to make sure Ryan’s settled, but he’s sporting a hard-on, looking like a fully erect Greek statue on the air mattress.
“Ry,” I snap.
He looks to me, that oblivious expression on his face, searching around as though he’s trying to figure out what I want. I indicate the issue, and he chuckles before draping a sheet over his waist.
When I open the door, Lance looks clueless as hell.
“Yeah?” I ask.
He looks up. “Huh?”
“You needed something.”
His gaze shoots right to my crotch. He looks away quickly. “Whoa, is that what you were taking care of?”
I see the tent in my boxers.
This is all Ryan’s fault.
I cover it with my hands.
“How have you smuggled that giant sausage around here without anyone noticing?” he asks.
I never gave much attention to the fact that no one knew my size—really never thought there would be a reason for them to know, but it seems to keep coming up since Ryan started working me up.
“I knew he had a giant sausage,” another voice comes from farther down the hall before Dax walks into view. “Morning, guys.”
“How did you know he had a giant sausage?” Ryan asks from the air mattress, and I can tell he’s a little annoyed he’s not the only one who knows this about me.
Dax shrugs. “I get a feeling about things like that. My ass gets a little twitch in it. Kind of a superpower, I guess.”
I glare at him. “That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Dax jokes, pointing at my crotch.
“Okay, you guys need to stop talking about my dick.”
“Yeah, talk is cheap,” Ryan says.
“I gotta head to class, guys,” Dax says, “but I want you all to remember, this”—he gestures to indicate all of us—“could have been fun, but you all playing.” He winks, clearly teasing. Or is he? Has he picked up on something about Ryan and me?
“Later, man,” Lance says as Dax heads down the hall.
“Now,” I say, “is there a reason this morning, of all mornings, you needed me to come to the door and you couldn’t text me?” I can’t disguise my frustration.
“You planning to do that thing with Activate Kindness?” Lance asks.
“Huh?” I already volunteer when I can.
“Atlas and Troy were looking for some extra help on the builds they organized with the local housing project.”
“This doesn’t sound even a little familiar.”
“They sent out the email this morning. It’s for this weekend. You don’t need to decide now, but just trying to see who’s interested so we can work out cars. Ash, Colin, and Dax will be there. Obviously me and Ty, and I’m sure he’ll get Keegan and Jaxon on board, and—”