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“Do you think he’s the boyfriend Matty was talking about?” I muttered. “That makes so much sense.”
Tommy nipped my chin. “We’re going to analyze this now, or can I suck your cock first, Bug? I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you.”
“What?” I stared down at him as he sank down to his knees. “You want to give me a blowjob?” I asked as he dragged my jeans along with my briefs down to my ankles.
Tommy nodded as he leaned forward to press a kiss against my thigh. “Bug, you have no idea,” he murmured. “You want that, too, don’t you? To fuck my face, come down my throat?”
“Jesus, you can’t just—shit.” I whimpered when he wrapped his mouth around the head and sucked.
I watched wide-eyed as Tommy took me all the way down to the balls. He planted both of his palms against my thighs before he pulled back, sucked the tip, then did it again. Over and over, Tommy bobbed up and down on my dick. I gritted my teeth, afraid to even move or breathe the wrong way because I knew I would come. Tommy kept his dark brown orbs glued to my greens as he worked me over, spit collecting at the corners of his mouth, pooling around his lips and dripping down his chin. He never once stopped to come up for air. Pleasure rolled over my skin and up my spine as my toes curled inside my shoes.
I fought the sensation as long as I could, only to let out a low whimper. “Oh, Tommy.”
He groaned at my words as I coated his throat with my cum, just like he had wanted. He didn’t stop until I was done, licking up everything I had to give him. I nearly collapsed onto the carpet next to him as I tried to recover.
“You’re so hot,” Tommy whispered as the sound of his zipper filled the room.
My eyes popped open. “Wait for me,” I begged. “Give me a second, and I’ll help you with that.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to, Tommy.”
He smiled and wiggled out of his pants, leaving his hard cock jutting out at me. He reached for my hand. “You can jerk me off, Bug. That’s all I need.”
“I want to taste you. Just like you did for me,” I admitted, then kicked off my shoes. “Damn pants.” I struggled to remove them, and the sound of Tommy’s soft laugh caused my heart to thump in my chest. “That’s funny?”
He nodded. “Your eagerness, your willingness to jump into this relationship. You’re so perfect, Blake. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Finally free of my pants prison, I shoved Tommy onto his back. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
Tommy beamed at me. “You’ll be perfect. Just like you always are.”
I licked my lips as I stared down at his cock, admiring the way it looked. I knew I wasn’t into other men. I’d meant what I said. I wasn’t gay, but for Tommy, I was. He was everything to me. I dipped my head and dragged my tongue over the tip, collecting the tangy, salty precum. I groaned softly when Tommy’s hands found their way into my hair, as he guided me toward what he wanted.
“Bug.” He whimpered softly. “Just put your mouth on me. I only need that.”
I met his heated gaze before I did as he asked. The sound Tommy made was like nothing I had ever heard before as his hips canted. I swallowed more, easing my way down his thick length, trying not to gag or use my teeth. Tommy’s hands tightened in my hair, and his groans grew louder. I dared look up at him, and satisfaction coursed through me. My best friend looked absolutely wrecked.
I did that. I made Tommy Olson look like he was within one inch of losing himself to the pleasure he was receiving. His eyes were clamped shut, his mouth open, and when I started to move my head up and down, he suddenly came in hot, salty spurts.
“Oh, fuck, Blake! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered as I took everything he gave me, not wanting to miss anything. I needed to take it all.
When I was sure he was done, I moved to lie next to him on the floor and wrapped my arms around him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
“Did I do good, Gretzky?” I asked softly.
A soft sigh escaped his mouth. “That was amazing, Bug. So good.”
I preened at his praise and leaned into Tommy’s touch when his hands found their way into my hair.
“Oh, I got you something!” he suddenly said. “Sit up for a second.”
Tommy climbed to his feet and grabbed a plastic bag, which he handed to me. I opened the bag and pulled out a Boston Terriers hockey shirt.
“You got this for me?” I knew I was never going to take it off. I’d sleep in it, wear it forever, and think of him whenever I did.
“Yeah, I mean, I know you like to wear mine, but I thought you would like this one. I hope next time you can come with me.”
