Page 11 of Whirlwind

This had to be a dream. There was no way. Just, no way.

Taylor actually had worn his panties to work on more than one occasion. But the constant friction and excitement, plus being around Julio, meant that he was horny and distracted all day.

He’d realized pretty quickly that it was stupid. He only did it now when he felt like he needed something to cheer him up and distract them.

To do it with Julio knowing about it… he’d be so horny he wouldn’t be able to think. Especially if Julio needed to inspect them. And then he might bend him over a car…

Before he could drift too far in the fantasy, Julio gave him another stroke. Every dream fell away in the light of the impossibly sexy scene before him.

Julio pulled him into his mouth, groaning and suckling on the wide tip. He paused to slick his hands with spit, then began pulling in a slow, insistent rhythm.

Taylor had never felt anything like this before.

His mouth fell open and words started spilling out. “J, please! I’m going to… Oh! Julio!”

When Julio stopped, it took him a minute to come back to himself. Julio’s hand was hot on his swollen shaft, but he held it loosely.

Slowly, he kissed his way up Taylor’s shirt, avoiding putting any more pressure on his desperate cock. He gave Taylor a short, soft kiss.

Then, he pulled up his boxers and jeans, fastened the button, and pulled up the zipper, careful to avoid catching it on the engorged flesh beneath.

“What? Why are you… Did I...?” Did I do something wrong?

Julio tangled both hands gently into Taylor’s hair, pulling him into a sweet, sensual kiss. It was achingly sweet, confusing, and still ridiculously hot.

“Who does your cock belong to?” Julio murmured against his lips.

“Y-you?”

“And who gets to decide when you come?”

“You.”

“That’s right. And I knew that you were going to be worried about telling our friends that we were dating.”

We actually agreed on two dates which is a little different,Taylor thought. Though if Julio wanted them to be actually, really dating, he would accept the label so, so happily.

Though he had been worried about what their friends would think. He still kind of was.

“So,” Julio continued, “I’m giving you something else to think about: trying not to come.”

Oh, fuck. This was going to be so bad. And so very, very good.