Fake Friends - Saxon James Page 0,54

ounce of fear standing in my way, only lust so heavy and deep I could sob.

I greedily drink in the sight of him open and exposed for me, putting himself on full display in possibly the most vulnerable state I can imagine.

My eyes roam from his hole, along his taint, to where his balls are hanging heavy between his legs.

OhGodIneedtotouch …

I take a photo from the back, from the side, then climb onto the bed on my knees and take one of the way his waist dips in before flaring out to his round ass.

Then I drop the camera beside him.

Circus takes photos of me as I start to undress, and when I finally drop my briefs to the floor and wrap my hand around my cock, it’s instant relief.

My moan tears from me.

“Lie down, spread your legs, and jerk yourself off.” I do it automatically, because it’s easier to follow directions than try and think right now, and with every click and whirl of each photo, I’m able to block the sound out.

All the teasing, all the photos, all the views of Circus’s body have me aching and needy and more ready to come than I ever have been in my life.

My hand moves faster, and I’m barely aware of Circus moving around the room until a heavy thump hits the mattress beside me.

“Shoot is over,” he says, voice even huskier than usual. Then he leans down, looks me straight in the eye, and says, “Now I’m going to suck your cock.”

The sound that leaves me isn’t actually human and definitely not intelligible. I snatch my hand away from my dick and watch as Circus bends down and wraps his lips around it.

The heat, the suction … it has to be the greatest feeling that exists in the world, and my cock is in heaven.

It’s instant relief to the insane aching, and as Circus picks up his pace, I wrap my hand through his hair and grip tight. He works me over like no one’s ever done before, and I can’t stop my hips from thrusting up to meet him.

My mind is a complete buzz of pressure, wiped clean from every other thought I’ve ever had, and when Circus takes the entire length in his mouth, it’s all over.

My orgasm crashes into me, and it’s a good thing I’m lying down because I’m not so sure my legs would hold with the way I’m shaking.

Before I can recover, before I can take a moment to let the thoughts creep back in, I tackle Circus onto the bed, slide down his body, and wrap my lips around the head of his dick.

He’s already leaking, and the precum tastes kind of salty. I have no idea what I’m doing, but all I know is I’m done being a twenty-four-year-old gay man who’s never had the taste of cock on his tongue.

I shut down the voices trying to push through now that my brain isn’t humming with pleasure and focus on being present and making this as good for Circus as I can.

I moan as I work him deeper, sucking and bobbing and rolling his balls in my palms, until my dick starts to perk up again.

But this isn’t about me.

This is how that first blow job he gave me should have gone. I should have pushed him into one of the classrooms and returned the favor, but back then, the voices were too loud.

Here, now, he’s consumed me, leaving almost no room for anything else.

“Rowan … fuck, Rowan, I’m going to come.”

I pull back a little, and the feel of his cum hitting the back of my throat makes me gag. I try to swallow as much of it as I can, but I clearly need a lot more practice because we both end up a complete mess.

Circus slowly sits up and pulls my face up to meet his.

When he kisses me, I swear the world stops.

He hasn’t let me go. Not even to clean up the mess he left behind.

And I’m not complaining.

But I am wondering what’s going through his head.

So far he’s just hugged me tight, all wrapped around my body as he presses soft kisses to my shoulder or my collarbone or my neck.

I let my fingers trail down his back, trying to enjoy the moment and not worry about what happens when the panic kicks in.

“Your thoughts are loud,” he grumbles, then hooks his leg over my waist and rolls on top of me. “What’s going on?”

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