Page 104 of Floored By Love

I didn’t have to say more. The briefs came down and Luke lapped at my cock like it was a Tootsie Pop. I felt close after a few slurps.

I pulled back again for more air. “I’m close, Luke. Fuck, you suck a good dick.”

His mouth came off my dick with a pop, and he said, “Uh-uh, you’re not coming yet. Too soon.” He ran his fingers along my length, lightly teasing around the head. “I swear it’s gotten bigger,” he said, almost to himself. “Or I just missed it.”

He put his tongue back to work. And when I wasn’t completely blissing out from Luke’s attempt at cum-extraction, my tongue did the same.

I reached my hand around Luke’s thigh, searching for his dick. It was easy to find, since it had left a significant pool of precum on my stomach. Fuck. Luke was wet. I started tugging his foreskin back and forth, alternately covering and revealing the head of his dick. With this much foreplay, he didn’t need any lube. It was something I was envious of, but the current availability of Luke’s mouth meant I often didn’t either.

I found a rhythm with his dick, hopeful that he’d let me cum this time if I got him close, too. The dual sensation of my tongue up his ass and my hand on his dick caused him to lose focus on sucking mine. My plan was working.

I bucked again, desperate to feel his mouth again, and he complied, stroking my cock in tandem with his lips. I was close again. I tightened my grip on his dick and quickened my pace. He rewarded my efforts.

“Fuuuck! I’m cumming, Cam!”

His cheeks clenched with each spurt. I felt a few hit my groin. Luke’s fingers swiped at my abs, and I felt his hand encircle my cock. It was squishy.

“Did you just lube up my cock with your jizz?”

“Why waste it, handsome?”

Fuck, that’s hot.

In a few seconds, I was blowing my load, and Luke’s mouth made sure it didn’t add to the mess.

“Fuck, Cam.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t swallow it all this time,” he said, dismounting my chest, and turning around. He smiled as he wiped at his chin. He had cum-face again. It was a good look for him.

“Kiss me,” I said.

“You sure?”

“It wasn’t a question.”

He bent down, attempting to be gentle, but I was in pig-mode and didn’t care. I slurped my tongue across his lips and forced his mouth open. I wanted to show Luke how much I loved what we just did. How much I loved being with him. How much I loved him. And I hoped he could tell because I wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud yet.

“Jesus, Cam. That was incredible. I guess your breathing is better if you were fine with your face that deep in my ass.”

“Ah, I’d have to agree with that,” I said, pushing myself off the bed. “Now, let’s shower my cum out of your scruff, so we can snuggle before bed.”

* * *

“I feel like for someone whose only child had a near death experience a few days ago, I haven’t seen you as much as I should have.”

“It’s like you’ve been busy with the Olympics,” my mom replied, poking me in the chest. We were at a cafe a few blocks from our hotels, and waiting for our breakfast to arrive.

“Hm...it’s unlike you to be underprotective and not clingy, especially after a boo-boo.”

“It was more than a boo-boo,” Luke said. “And seriously? A boo-boo?”

I smirked, and would’ve been embarrassed, but since I was intimately acquainted with his asshole, that didn’t happen anymore around Luke. Despite that, apparently, he was not privy to all my quirky colloquialisms. There were still some secrets.

“There’s a reason for it, actually. My distance. A secret of sorts,” my mom said.

She had my attention as I watched her and Luke smile at each other.