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“Yeah, do it; do it, Kyle,” he muttered huskily between kisses, his butt backing up against my hand. His fingers gripped at my hair held us forehead to forehead as he tried to skewer himself.

His hiss of pleasure was almost animal when I finally eased into him, the heat of

his ass around my finger like a furnace. He gasped as I hooked the digit roughly up against the nub of his prostate.

“You’ve got to fuck me, babe. You just got to,” Craig moaned.

I shook my head, braced in his grip. “I can’t; you know I can’t. Not here,” I told him.

He whimpered again. “Then let me suck you. Please, God, Kyle, I’m so hot for you

right now.” He stared at me, suddenly still, his look knowing. “You know it’ll be good.

You know I can make you feel…amazing.”

I stared back at him, felt the gulp in my throat.

“I’m not going to stop until the fat head of your cock is buried in my throat, until my throat is milking the cum out of you.” I blinked, lost for words. “And then you’re going to bust, deep in my mouth, and I’m going to swallow it all.”

“Oh, fuck…” I whispered, squeezing a second finger in alongside the first. I had to admit, even with the risk of the nurse coming back any moment, everything Craig had just described sounded incredible. My dick was making my boxers wet, and I could feel it warm and sticky around the sensitive tip.

The saving grace would be it would be quick, right? I was so worked up it would

take only minutes for Craig to tip me over the edge.

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Horniness won over caution, I guess, just as Craig knew it would. He felt my

weakening resolve in the eagerness of my kiss, the force with which I jammed my

fingers inside the yielding grip of his hole.

I pulled his head back, hand laced in the mess of his hair. “Suck me,” I told him, face serious even as his own lit up with eager arousal.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he grunted, shifting his body to the side of me on the table so that I could drape an arm over his back and keep working him over as he pulled, one-handed, at my jeans.

Eventually he had them open, then my boxers down just enough so that he could

pull out my cock and mash the slick head of it across his lips, his cheeks. Trails of wetness were left behind, and then he gripped me, fist tight around the base of my shaft, and let me slide between his lips and into the sucking tightness.

“Fuck…”

He didn’t wait, perhaps worried I might lose my nerve if he tried to make this one last, quickly grinding the flat of his tongue around the flared head while he jerked the inches in his grip. Man, he was good, and I told him, earning a purr of pleasure that sent vibrations down my length and made me twitch.

“You wanted that bad, didn’t you?” I teased him, felt him hum his acquiescence

around me. “Put your hand behind your back.”

Reluctantly, Craig let go of me, bent his arm behind him until his fingertips were grazing my arm as it reached across him, my hand still toying with his ass. Meanwhile, I reached underneath him and, with my other hand, pulled his bracing arm out, up

toward his chest.

Suddenly unsupported, Craig fell down hard into my lap, my cock driving its way

into his throat as his face mashed against my lap. The squeak of his surprise was

muffled by my inches. I put my hand on the back of his neck, pinching gently at the shorter hairs at the nape.

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“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?” I told him, my voice low. I let my hips twitch up, flexed my dick as it filled his face. The initial surprise had obviously worn off, because I could feel his tongue worming its way around me, the grip of his throat muscles as they worked on the rest. Flexing my fingers some, I played with his ass like it was silly putty.

The sounds of his nuzzling and gulping were enough to start my teetering ascent

to climax, and any guilt I might have felt at occasionally holding his face down, wedged into my crotch until he coughed and spluttered, was quickly forgotten when, after his choking, I heard him groan with pleasure.

“Here it comes, Craig,” I warned him. “You’re gonna get what you wanted, any

minute now.”

His sucking got more eager, ass more insistent as it backed up against my delving

fingers. The buzz of my onrushing orgasm got louder and louder; I jammed as deep

into him as I could, imagined holding onto his hips and pounding my length inside of him.

And then there was no turning back, no staving it off any longer, and I was

gasping, the noise a gurgled hiss through teeth clenched as I lost it, just as I heard the door handle begin to turn but was too far gone to stop, and as I looked across horrified as the door opened and Craig’s head lifted, presumably to do the same—but keeping

the twitching tip of my still-spewing dick tightly gripped between his lips—expecting to see the nurse returning and catching us, but instead saw Paul frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and fixed at the point where my flaring shaft disappeared between Craig’s stretched lips.

And—oh, perfect, just perfect timing—Louis behind him.

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Chapter Eight

I’d always assumed bugged-out eyes were just something that happened in

cartoons, but Paul’s reaction proved me wrong. His jaw had dropped, mouth gaping as he watched the final, clenching moments of my excitement, my body bowed taut as I

crammed myself into Craig’s throat, hand possessive on the back of his neck.

“Fuck…fuck!” I gasped, the urge to somehow extricate myself from Craig’s mouth

fighting with the equally strong desire to ride out the final shivers of my orgasm, the net result being complete inaction in either direction.

Paul stumbled into the room, and I realized it was Louis’s hand on his back that

propelled him. The taller youth followed him in, shutting the door behind them, as Paul did a good impression of someone trying to construct sentences while simultaneously choking and spluttering.

For that matter, Craig was making some pretty throaty noises too. His body had

frozen, but he was still gulping down as I climaxed, fist now loosely wrapped around the base of my shaft as he carefully milked the last few drops out.

“Shit, Paul. I mean… Shit!”

He blinked, rapidly, still with the same dazed expression glossed across his face.

His eyes kept flicking between me and the point where Craig’s lips were stretched taut around me, the pointed tip of his tongue occasionally visible as he lapped down around its length.

“Dude, maybe we should give them some…y’know,” Louis drawled, a hand on

Paul’s shoulder discreetly but insistently turning him round until he was facing away from Craig and me. With a last wink and a raised eyebrow, he turned around too.

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I let my fingers slip from Craig’s ass, felt him purr a little against my crotch before he sat up on the bench, tried to tuck his bobbing erection into his jeans again. It bulged obscenely up, across his hip, the pronounced thickness of the head a clear ridge through the tight denim. Craig wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I could’ve done with a little come-down time, but I didn’t have that luxury. And it certainly was not the time to take care of Craig’s raging dick, which my gaze seemed glued to.

Instead, I lifted my hips and tugged up my boxers and my jeans, my cock half-

deflated but still chubby as I made myself decent. I pulled down my shirt where Craig had lifted it to run his hand across my stomach.

“Look, we should’ve knocked,” Paul started and then petered out. Louis chuckled

again.

“Fuck, Paul, we were just…” What could I say? What we’d been doing was pretty

clear. I know Paul had said he was okay with discussing gay stuff, but I don’t think he’d had in mind seeing it in action. Fuck.

“No harm, no foul,” Louis said. He shook his head, back still turned to us, hand

resting on Paul’s shoulder. “We should’ve knocked. You guys… Well, maybe you

should’ve waited until you got home, heh.”

I nodded, realized they couldn’t see me do it. “Look, this is Craig,” I stuttered.

When I looked across, I spotted his lips were still smeared. I gestured frantically for him to wipe them again. “He’s…well, he’s my boyfriend.”

Paul choked out a laugh. “Yeah, I kinda saw that, Kyle.” He glanced over his

shoulder, then turned round as he realized we were both decent. Louis was giving me this knowing look that I didn’t really feel I deserved.

“Good to meet you, Craig,” Paul said, holding out his hand. Craig shook it; I tried not to imagine whether it was sticky.

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“Yeah, you too,” Craig replied. I think we both saw Paul’s glance flick down to the unmissable bulge in Craig’s jeans, then rapidly back up again. Were his eyes wider afterward?

“And this is Louis,” I added. Louis stepped up to Craig, raised his hand but kept it close to his chest so Craig had to step in near to take it. As he did, Louis wrapped his other arm around my boyfriend’s shoulders and pulled him in for a hug. Just a bump of the chest, but Craig looked so narrow and delicate next to Louis’s muscled bulk. I had an unsummoned vision of him between my legs.

Louis took a half-step back, pointedly looked at Craig’s mouth, and mimed wiping

the corner of his own with his thumb. I could see Craig blush a little and thumb the remaining wetness away as Louis arched his eyebrow.

Craig looked back over his shoulder at me. Fuck. I’d told him I’d messed around

with someone on the team, but not who; was he starting to guess somehow?

“Anyway, yeah, so we just…got carried away I guess,” I told them, stumbling

over the words as I tried to diffuse whatever was happening between Louis and my

boy. Paul had lost the shell-shocked expression and was grinning at me. “Dude, what?”

He laughed. “Man, imagine if it hadn’t been us. If it’d been the fucking vice

principal coming to check up on you.” Paul shook his head. “Damn, dude, you were far gone.”

“I should…go,” Craig said, suddenly. He smiled awkwardly at me. “Come to my

place when they let you out, okay?” I nodded, my voice lost somewhere. He ran his

hand through his hair, leaving it messy and tangled. “Okay, Kyle.”

He slipped out of the door, Paul and Louis both turning to watch his back

disappear.

“Shit, was it something we said?” Paul asked me.

I shook my head. “Nah, just not good with an audience.”

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They laughed at that one. “Heh, not what it looked like to me,” Paul pointed out.

“Did he…?”

“What?” I wasn’t exactly sure what he was actually asking me.

“Fuck, dude.” Paul rolled his eyes. “Did he, uhm, swallow your stuff?”

I think my jaw must’ve dropped a little. Louis chuckled. Paul shrugged and

elbowed him.

“Hey, if it was a girl, you know we’d ask the same thing.”

I guess that was true. And I guess it was pretty cool how well he was handling it. I knew Louis wouldn’t have a problem, but there was a world of difference between

telling a teammate you were okay with his sexuality and then unexpectedly watching him come in another guy’s mouth.

“So what would you have been doing if we hadn’t burst in?”

I was saved from answering by the sudden arrival of the nurse, who spared little

but a withering glance at my friends and instead fixed me with a half glare.

“Dizzy, tired, nauseated, double vision?” I shook my head; she hadn’t left enough

time between each to actually answer out loud. She nodded, flicked a look at her watch.

“You can go home, then. But go straight home, and if you start feeling dizzy, you call 911, right?”

Nodding, I quickly slipped down from the table and grabbed my bag, eager to get

out before she changed her mind.

“You need a ride?” Louis looked across at me as we walked, three abreast, down

the corridor.

“Sure, thanks, dude. You coming, Paul?”

He shook no. “Nah, I gotta do weights tonight. Coach has been giving me grief.

Shape up or ship out kinda stuff.” He flexed his arms, mock-bodybuilder-style. I

couldn’t help but look at the smooth, bulging curve of his biceps, and I noticed Louis staring too, albeit discreetly.

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“Guess I get shotgun, then,” I told Louis. He smiled at me, and I felt a twitch of something in my stomach, kinda the inverse of how I’d felt when I saw Craig suddenly give him that knowing look in the nurse’s office.

He opened the passenger door for me, waited until I was sitting down with my

belt on before he shut it. The only response to my rolling eyes and protestations was that he was charged with looking after an invalid and was taking his duties seriously.

When he slipped into the driver’s seat, I was struck again by how he filled the space.

Not bulky, certainly not fat, but with a presence somehow, only exaggerated by his quietness.

That silence persisted the first mile or so, Louis guiding the car between traffic as I ran through the events of the day in my mind’s eye. He was so quiet, in fact, that I was almost startled when he spoke.

“So you have a boyfriend now.”

I nodded and shrugged, hoping that adequately expressed just how confused I

was with the situation too. “Seems that way.”

Louis nodded slowly, again silent to the point that I began to think the

conversation was over as quickly as it had unexpectedly begun.

“He seems like a cute guy, Craig.”

I was having trouble knowing how to respond. I mean, obviously I thought Craig

was cute. I also had some history with Louis, and I wasn’t sure what was the right amount to share.

Louis obviously wasn’t going to wait for me to figure the words out anyway.

“Certainly seems into you, if that little floor show was anything to go by.”

I looked out the window, watching the stores unwind past us, gradually shifting