Chapter Eighteen #2
Banks blushed, softly, in the moonlight.
“We kissed again. Longer, this time. His back was to the dish sink, and I grabbed it and pressed up against him. He kind of rubbed back a little, then he must have gotten scared and giggled, pushing me away. I nodded, like I understood, because I did. We finished our shift and locked up and waved at each other in the parking lot. He was walking to the bus stop and I offered to give him a lift. I’d never done that before.
But he said ‘no’ and I think he was afraid I’d try something else.
Something more than what we’d just shared together.
So I just drove off and never saw him again. ”
Harper shook his head sadly. “Never?”
Banks shook his head back, slightly sadder. “Never.”
“Did you want to?” Harper was wriggling again, horny but not for his own release, only his lover’s.
Banks seemed to consider the question, then shrugged.
“Not really. I think... I think we both just met at the right time, to share that kiss, and then that was our purpose for existing for each other. After that? It would have been awkward, boring. I mean, it wasn’t Spike that excited me so much as kissing another boy.
He just happened to be that boy. My first. Boy. ”
“And now?” Harper slid his hands further up his lover’s thighs, trilling the soft, sparse hair that covered them as his thumbs glanced along Banks’s gently twitching sac.
“Now I get to kiss someone I really care about. Who I want to be around long after the kiss ends.”
Harper wriggled gently away, his eyes never leaving Banks’s even as his body did, inch by inch, until he was once again kneeling between his legs. “Aw, you’re not just saying that so I’ll suck your dick now, are you?”
Banks was still laughing when Harper bent over and promptly licked the underbelly of his shaft, following the wriggling vein with the tip of his hungry tongue.
He wasn’t laughing by the time Harper’s lips wrapped themselves around the tip, savoring its swollen flesh and the flavor of his lover’s pre-cum, clean and salty and fresh upon his tongue.
He was hungry now, ravenous, to taste a man’s meaty flesh between his lips and savor his spunk when at last he finally came.
“Jesus,” Banks murmured, sinking back into the nest of pillows behind his head even as his narrow ass wriggled atop the mattress beneath him. “Hot damn...”
Harper ignored him, hands palm down on either side of his squirming waist, using the suction of his greedy lips to suck and savor more and more of his lover’s cock.
Inch by inch, he sucked his way down to the base, Banks’s wispy pubes tickling his flaring nostrils as he savored the whole shaft, amazed that he’d been able to fit all six inches of his lover’s perfect cock inside his virgin lips.
Harper glided up and down the swollen shaft, following its bumps and ridges and roadmap of sultry veins until Banks began to thrust and pump in more and more fervent efforts, his greed overtaking his grace as he subtly but surely began to fuck Harper’s more than willing mouth.
Instinctively, Harper clung to the shaft with greedy lips and let Banks pump out his lust, faster and faster, grunting and helplessly moaning as the mattress squeaked beneath them with a sense of urgency that was impossible to mistake.
“Harp!” Banks gasped, pulling out on the downthrust just as Harper slid his lips off on the uptick. “Jesus, Harp! I’m... I’m...”
Before he could overstate the obvious, Banks climaxed with a massive blast of thick, hot jizz.
Harper was eager to taste and savor the scent and flavor of his lover’s cum, but was just as keen on watching it splash and blast across his panting belly and sweaty chest, dabbing his chin with castoff before the thick jets began to dissipate and, brazenly, Harper slid his lips around the pulsing tip once more.
He savored the thick, creamy dregs, relishing in their sinful sweetness and salty tang, once again taking in all of Banks’s sticky cock, now more than ever as it softened and allowed him to swallow straight to the sweaty, sticky base where it met his splattered pubes.
Only when he’d milked every ounce of his lover’s orgasm and had begun to feel Banks’s prick shrink and soften between his greedy lips did Harper at last relinquish the flesh between them and slither onto his side, panting and breathless from the effort.
“Fucking hell,” Banks grunted as he slid down from his perch atop the pile of pillows at his back, wrapping Harper up in a sticky, sweaty hug that found their limbs entwined to match their swollen, puffy lips.
“Did I do it right?” Harper pleaded between swollen kisses and sticky wriggling.
“Better than right, baby,” Banks assured him as they sank into a lover’s embrace, in more ways than one.
“Damn,” Harper murmured, lost in his lover’s cocoon. “I was hoping you’d want to give me a little more practice.”
Banks chuckled, tugging him tighter still. “Like I said, we’ve got all night. But while we recharge, I wouldn’t mind lying here just like this, kissing you until we get hard again.”
“Could take a while,” Harper teased between soft, gentle kisses.
“Lucky me, Harp.”