Page 50 of The Forever Vault

“As long as you’re good with me lying here, you can do whatever you want with my dick.”

I smiled and grabbed the lube I had left on the nightstand. I could spend another thirty minutes giving him the best blowjob ever, but I knew he likely had less energy than he was letting on. In the back of my mind, I also heard a little voice telling me to get back to the village. The responsible voice.

I ignored it for now and slipped two lubed-up fingers inside me and drizzled a generous amount around the head of Luke’s dick.

“Fuck, Cam. You hand feels so good on my cock.” Luke arched off the bed.

“Easy with the arm!” I warned. “Better than my mouth?”

“Both-”, he thrusted into my grip, “-seem to have their benefits.”

I couldn’t help but flutter my eyes back as my fingertips hit that spot inside of me that Luke’s dick was about to claim for itself.

“Jesus, you look fucking incredible.” Luke’s voice brought me back to the moment. I watched his fingers trail down my stomach until they wrapped themselves around my shaft. “I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off you, seeing you like this.”

I drove forward, into his hand and scooted up his body, my knees pressed against the bed. I felt his slick head sliding under me and stopped when it seemed close to my hole.

“You ready?” I asked.

Luke nodded. “God, yes.”

It was always a little awkward this way, trying to get his slippery dick blindly into me, but that was part of the fun.

“Need some help?” he asked.

“Shut it.”

I fumbled for another minute before I felt Luke’s hand back there, holding his dick still. Our efforts paid off, and I finally felt the appropriate pressure before my hole opened up and-

God damn!

“You’re so tight.”

I couldn’t imagine how. It was his fifth trip inside me in a week. “Guess I’m all muscles everywhere?”

“That’s the fuckin’ truth,” Luke said with a smile. “Now, ride me, handsome. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

I leaned back, not wanting to get anywhere close to his sling, and used my quads to flex up and down. The bed must’ve shifted after a few fucks because it started rhythmically knocking the wall. I would’ve felt self-conscious years ago, but not now. Colton and Zeph knew we were fucking. Anyone else would know we were fucking, but who cared?

Anyone that could hear us was likely also fucking or using our noise to get themselves off. I still remembered being a horny, single gay teen. It’s what I would’ve done.

All those months of fingering myself, imagining pulling Luke’s dick out of his leotard to get a taste, before bending over to offer him my virginity.

Christ, gallons of sperm had been spilled over him, and here I was, getting fucked by the man of my dreams.

“Gonna change the angle,” I said. “Let me know if it’s better.”

I brought my left foot forward first, then the right. I was now squatting on his dick, but needed some balance.

“Grab the headboard,” Luke suggested. “You’ll be able to balance on my beam that way.”

I barked out a laugh. “Don’t! Oh God, don’t bring gymnastics into this.”

“You’re the one up there being all muscular and athletic.”

I ignored him and started pistoning up and down. From the sounds coming from Luke, I guessed this was better. I was able to fuck faster.

“I’m already close,” Luke said, trying to get a handle on my cock. He eventually gave up, so I took it into my own hands. Well, hand.