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I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just hunched over him, plunging my lips down his wide shaft and sucking him like I love to be sucked. Hard. Gagging. Drooling and shameless.
I can’t fit all of Beau in my throat; no one can, so I grab his thick base, squeezing and twisting while I lose my mind, bobbing my head, too. Gliding his swollen slick salty tip over my tongue, I want him so fucking much.
I want his pleasure because it’s mine, too.
“Fuck, Colt,” Beau growls. “Fuck, baby, yes. Let me suck your cock, too. I want to taste you.”
We’re too aroused, too familiar and foreign. We’ve never done this, but it feels right. I shove my joggers down, kicking them off before I yank my T-shirt off, too, and turn my naked body.
We’re lying on our sides. Our cocks are hard and so desperate for each other, but it’s intimate, too. The way Beau sinks his hand into my hair, watching and guiding my mouth to take him again while he thrusts his hips, not hard, just hungry enough to make me drip for him, to make me know how much he needs me.
And then he does it.
While his cock is deep in my mouth and stretching my lips, I feel his, his whiskers sinking down my shaft as he swallows my length, and my feral groan is like no other. I don’t know the sounds coming from us. I’ve never known overwhelming pleasure like this.
I can tell he’s never done this before. Neither have I, and that’s what makes it too much and perfect.
My hips thrust, my cock fucking his mouth, too, and tears leak from my eyes. It’s not just from his size. His cock chokes me, and I love it. I’m moaning and choking him back. I know I’m long. I know most can’t take all of me, either.
But I shed tears because Beau can. He can take my body and heart because he’s always had them.
My soul, too.
I don’t know how long we do this. It’s like we don’t want it to end, but once his finger finds my virgin ass and starts teasing me, I’m gone.
“Oh shit.” I drool over his tip. “Beau, please. I want you fucking my ass. Please.”
“Just gimme your cum tonight,” he orders. “Shoot it down my throat, Colt. Fuck, I love you. Make me fucking choke on you. Let me finally taste you.”
I give him what he wants. I palm his head between my thighs and pump my hips, watching while I fuck his sexy face. His bearded lips drool over my shaft until his gag fills the air, his fingertip sinking deep into my ass, and I’m gone.
“Fuccck!!” I roar. “Fuck yes. Fuck, Beau. Beau, fucking take me. Swallow.” I keep pumping. I keep grunting and gasping, spilling my cum down his throat until it’s drooling over his lips, too. “Fuck yes, you’re my man. Take my cum. Take it.”
Now it’s my turn because Beau won’t relent. He has to win. My cum drips from his lips while he yanks my mouth down his shaft, and I give him everything. I take him. I receive him. I open to him until I’m tasting him, too.
“Yes, Colt. Yes, baby. Take this cock in your sweet, dirty virgin mouth.” He thrusts hard. “Take it. Fucking take it. I love tasting your cum on my tongue while you taste mine, too.”
With five more groaning thrusts that make me gag, that make me see blissful stars, Beau’s thick cock jumps in my mouth, and he can’t even shout. His body just locks, his deep grunts so erotic while he holds my head still so we can’t move. We’re latched together while he shakes, his warm, salty love filling my mouth, and I moan, finally tasting him, swallowing him, licking every drip off my lips for him to watch.
For silent minutes, we lie together. He kisses my cock as I go soft. I do the same to him. Then I turn my body and kiss my way up his trail, one I’ve mapped for years, before I find his lips, and our deep kiss is new.
It tastes like us reborn, and it’s terrifying.
We’ve crossed over again. With each rare time we’re together, it grows more intense. The deep friendship we need. The ache to be together. The love we can’t deny.
But the stakes are too high now.
We can’t even talk about it or fight about it anymore. We’re grown men, and we know the truth.
For the first night ever, maybe the only night, I fall asleep, wrapped in Beau’s arms, and I swear I feel his tears on my back. Silently, I shed them, too.
The next day, we awake, and I have to leave without another kiss. We can’t speak because it’ll destroy us. We don’t know our world anymore. We’ll always love football, but now, we hate the sport.
In our world, as teammates, we have to win today.
But the real question is, as men in love, why must we keep losing, too?
CHAPTER SEVEN
