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He listened with delight as Hunter groaned and sighed beneath his breath.
The jock squeezed the cushions of the enormous sofa, his fingers digging into the fabric.
When that wasn’t enough to contain him, he gritted his teeth, struggling to keep himself quiet with his girlfriend only one floor below them.
“Fuck,” Hunter groaned.
Cody seemed almost unnervingly natural with Hunter’s cock in his mouth. Hunter watched as the eighteen-year-old gripped the base of his shaft and stroked the portion he couldn’t fit between his lips, working his hand and mouth together as though he’d had plenty of experience sucking dick.
Hunter couldn’t believe how smooth and velvety his buddy’s mouth felt. Cody’s lips were softer than silk, sealing tightly around the cockhead with the perfect amount of pressure. Every slow pull of his mouth made Hunter’s hips tense against the couch.
“Damn, bro. Who taught you how to suck dick?” Hunter asked, wincing as the pleasure nearly became too much.
Cody loved the compliment.
His embarrassment melted into a filthy rush of pride, and he continued bobbing his mouth up and down the jock’s shaft. His hand wandered lower, eagerly studying Hunter’s balls as he sucked.
Cody loved how large and heavy they felt in his palm. Their size seemed like further confirmation of Hunter’s physical dominance over him. Cody felt smaller and less endowed than the gifted jock, but instead of humiliating him, the difference made his cock throb harder.
For once, Cody felt exactly where he belonged: naked from the waist down, kneeling between his friend’s legs and using his mouth to pleasure Hunter’s bigger dick.
The moment lasted only a few more seconds before Hunter motioned for the blond to pull away.
Cody obeyed, sliding the thick cockhead from between his lips with a wet gasp. He wiped the spit from his mouth and quickly looked toward the stairs, assuming Hunter had heard Audrey approaching.
Instead, Hunter grinned and shook his head.
“I almost came, bro.”
Cody stared up at him, confused. He’d assumed Hunter intended to cum in his mouth. He’d even begun craving the inevitable finish—the hot release he’d imagined tasting and swallowing.
As it turned out, Hunter had other plans.
“Get on the sofa, dude. It’s your turn,” Hunter ordered.
Cody stood and settled back onto the sofa, reclining the way he had before, with his long, skinny legs spread in front of him. Hunter moved between them, and Cody drew in a deep, unsteady breath as he watched the jock lick his lips and smile.
Hunter wasted no time. He wrapped his hand around Cody’s cock and gave it several firm strokes, his grip strong and confident. Cody felt his low-hanging sack bounce beneath the motion as Hunter jerked him, squeezing the shaft just tightly enough to make his hips tense.
Only moments later, Hunter lowered his mouth over Cody’s cock.
The blond felt warm, wet suction surround him and slide down his length, tightening around his shaft until it almost felt as though Hunter’s throat were choking his cock.
“Fuck,” Cody whined, clenching his jaw before letting out a shaky sigh of pleasure.
Hunter worked his mouth up and down Cody’s dick, and Cody stared as his shaft disappeared between the jock’s lips and reappeared slick with spit. Hunter took nearly two-thirds of him with each steady pass, his mouth hot and smooth around the sensitive skin.
Cody didn’t know how much longer he could hold back. His whole body had already tightened with the effort. He didn’t want to cum too quickly and embarrass himself in front of his friend, especially after Hunter had seemed so experienced and controlled.
Just before Cody could warn him, Hunter pulled his mouth away.
He immediately lowered his face to the blond’s low-hanging balls and sucked them into his mouth one at a time, rolling each one gently with his tongue. He played with Cody’s sack between his lips, teasing the delicate, thin skin until Cody’s thighs began to shake.
“Shit,” Cody groaned, wishing he’d thought to do the same thing to Hunter’s heavy sack.
But Hunter wasn’t finished.
The jock lowered his mouth even farther. Cody’s breath caught as he felt his buddy’s warm tongue drag down past his balls and toward his asshole.
“Oh, fuck,” Cody growled as the intense sensation reached his ass.
“Bro, I . . . fuck,” Cody gasped.
His legs became restless, shifting against the cushions as he squirmed beneath Hunter’s mouth. The jock rimmed Cody’s tight pink hole, circling it slowly with his tongue, teasing him over and over until Cody could barely stand the anticipation.
Then Hunter pressed his tongue directly against the eighteen-year-old’s opening and pushed into it.
Cody cried out at the top of his lungs.
“Is everything all right up there?” Audrey called from downstairs.
Hunter didn’t stop eating Cody’s ass. Instead, he glanced upward and motioned for Cody to handle the girls.
“Um, it’s . . . fuck . . . fine!” Cody called, his assurance broken apart by quiet, restrained moans.
“Do you guys want us to come up and model our bikinis?” Lexi called.
Then Cody heard both girls starting up the stairs.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried. “No, no. We’ll be down in a minute. Don’t come up!”
The footsteps paused before beginning to retreat.
“Hurry up, boys!” Audrey called. “We’re not going to wait all night!”