Page 38 of Don’t Call Me Son

The first real slide is obscene; hot skin rubbing together, both of us leaking; which makes everything wet and filthy. I wrap my hand around both of us, as much as I can, enough to hold us together, and start grinding.

Archie’s head tips back slightly, as he gasps. “Jay, oh my god…”

I watch, fascinated, as I stroke us together. His cock is so thick against mine; every roll of my hips makes our cocks kiss, the sensitive undersides dragging, precome mixing and dripping down.

Archie is moaning openly now; desperate, breathy sounds that go straight to my balls. His hips jerk forward, chasing the friction, and I match him, thrusting against him in short, needy strokes.

“This is so fucking hot, Arch. Look how wet you’re making me.” I rasp, voice wrecked.

He whimpers, eyes half-lidded, looking down to watch where we’re rubbing together. His hands slide down to grip my ass, pulling me harder against him.

I keep grinding, slowly, letting the head of my cock rub right under his, feeling him throb against me. Archie’s moaning louder now, little broken sounds escaping every time I thrust. I’m so close already, but I don’t want it to end; I want to keep feeling this.

“Jay…” he gasps, voice shaky. “Feels so good.”

I groan and kiss him again, swallowing his moans as we keep rutting together. I press the head of my cock against his, sliding the tip right up against his slit. As I pull him against me, the head of my cock slips inside his foreskin. Holy fuck. The sensation is insane; wet and enveloping just the head of my dick. I groan loudly, hips twitching as I push a little deeper, letting more of it disappear into the warm sheath of his foreskin; the skin stretching around me perfectly.

Archie gasps sharply, eyes flying wide. “Oh my god! Jay…”

“Yeah?” I rasp, voice wrecked. “God, Archie… my cock’s inside your foreskin… fuck, it’s so warm and tight around me.”

I roll my hips slowly, fucking just the head of my cock in and out of his foreskin, the sensitive tips rubbing together inside that tight, slippery pocket. Every movement makes wet, filthy sounds.

Archie moans, loud and broken, hips jerking. “It feels… fuck, it feels so weird but so good.”

I groan in agreement, fascinated by the sight. The way his foreskin stretches around my cockhead, the way our precome mixes and leaks out every time I push in. I keep the movements shallow and slow, letting us both feel every slide and every throb.

“God, you’re leaking so much,” I breathe, thumb brushing over where we’re joined. “You like this? Like me fucking your foreskin?”

Archie nods frantically, another moan spilling out as I give a little thrust. “Yes, Jay… don’t stop.”

I grin, drunk on the sight. “You look so pretty like this, Arch.”

I reach down and gather some of the mess on my fingers, then bring them up and push two into his mouth. Archie sucks on them immediately, moaning around my digits, eyes fluttering; the sight makes me groan, fucking hell this man is so sexy. I pull my cock out of his foreskin and start stroking us together again, faster now, letting our cocks slide and slap against each other.

I can’t resist leaning down and licking a stripe up his neck, then biting down gently; making him shudder hard. I feel him start to tremble and I know he’s close.

“I wanna do this again,” I rasp against his ear. “I want you like this… every fucking day if you’ll let me.”

Archie grins, still half-lidded and flushed. “I may… oh god… have to ask if you… wanna be my boyfriend then.”

I freeze for half a second… then nod quickly and kiss him hard; stroking him faster, watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Yeah,” I say against his lips. “Please be my boyfriend, Archie.”

Archie manages a frown, like he’s surprised, and looks at me, he says, “Really?”

I nod fast, I’m not gonna last much longer, “Please, Archie… shit, I’m gonna come…”

Archie grabs my face and lets out a gorgeous little laugh and says, “Yeah, okay… I’ll be your boyfriend, Jayden.”

The intimacy of it, and knowing he’s my boyfriend now, makes me shoot my come all over his cock. “Holy shit, Archie… oh god… fuckkk.”

Archie’s cock swells in my grip; I look down stroking him with the last bit of energy I have. He buries his face in my neck and groans, loud and gorgeous, against my skin, as his release hits him. He shudders hard as I pump him through it.

We stay pressed together, breathing each other in, hearts racing. I kiss him again, slower this time, and he melts into it.

When we pull apart, I rest my forehead against his, grinning like an idiot. “So… boyfriend, huh?”