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Subject: Little White Pills, chapter 33 Another lockdown chapter for y’all to enjoy. Show some gratitude to the Nifty folks for all the hot distractions and throw some money their way fty/donate.html; let’s make sure the lights stay on! As usual, these stories are complete fiction–I promise none of them are anyone you might actually know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 33: “Kiss and Make Up” “Thanks for coming with,” Aaron said as they pulled out of the dealer’s lot. “Sure–gotta see your new wheels,” Chris said. He smiled, but there was still a tightness around his eyes that said the two of them weren’t 100% yet. “Yeah, well, thanks,” Aaron repeated, “it was really sweet babe.” He patted Chris’s thigh. “I really appreciate it.” “No problem.” Another fleeting smile that made Aaron’s stomach sink. How was he going to fix this? Everything had been perfectly fine between them until yesterday. Well, maybe not perfectly: they were both stressed at the thought of him moving back to San Francisco after graduation and how the long-distance thing was going to work out. They wanted it to, for sure, but then after the January fuck-a-thon with the roommates Chris had started making little comments about big dicks. Aaron had mostly ignored it, but no doubt: part of him was wondering if the size queen thing was ever going back in the bottle. Especially if he wasn’t going to be around much to keep Chris focused on penis numero uno. And then last weekend Joey had made that half-serious offer and Aaron knew Chris wanted to take him up on it, and it just set his teeth on edge. Which was so, so stupid–Joey was one of his best friends, and it wouldn’t even be the first time the four of them had played together–but he couldn’t help it. And that made him pissed at himself that he was turning into the Jealous Boyfriend. He’d always been chill in his dating life, but not this time. Idiot. The trip to Denver to pick up his early graduation present had seemed like a chance to reconnect and smooth things over. After three and a half years of college without a car (“You’ll have plenty of time to be an entitled rich kid later,” his Dad had half-joked), his parents had relented and told him to head to the city, where a new Beemer 3-series was waiting for him. They could take the bus there (and if that was the last time he ever rode Grayhound he was cool with that) then drive back. Bonus: they could stop at Chris’s parents for an overnight and still make it back in time for wrestling practice. Coach expected everyone to be in top form for Kansas whether they were competing or not, and Aaron was, so no excuses. Introducing him to Chris’s folks wasn’t exactly coming out, but at least it was dipping a toe in the water, sorta. He needed to charm the shit out of them was all, and then Chris would see that they’d be cool just like his own folks had been. And that was the other thing that’d been eating at him, almost unnoticed: that Chris was still treating him like a dirty secret. He knew his boyfriend’s family were kinda Bible-thumpers so he should cut him some slack, but it still grated. He hadn’t realized how much until last night, when he’d let it slip that Joey and Dave had banged their overnight visitor. Chris had made some joking remark about how lucky the guy was and Aaron had made a snarky remark like some sort of jealous bitch. That’d set Chris off about not trusting him, and…it’d been a shit show, not helped by the beers they had in them. At one point Derek had walked across the hall to Aaron’s room, shot them both a dirty look, and pulled Aaron’s door closed hard. “Some of us have midterms you fucking drama queens!” he’d shouted as he headed back to his room. That’d kind of snapped them out of it at last, and they’d both apologized. But Aaron’s blood was still up and it’d kind of been an 80% apology on his part, and Chris knew it. When they went to bed there wasn’t much in the way of cuddling, let alone sex, and Aaron kept waking up. By the time he got into the shower he was able to look back a little more calmly, and realized that yeah…he’d really been pretty shitty. So he’d apologized all over to Chris, really meaning it this time, and by the time they got on the bus things seemed okay again. Except they weren’t, not completely. Chris was such a sweet guy it was easy to forget he could get pissed off too, and Aaron had pushed him too hard to just drop it right away. Well fuck…he’d think of something. Watching him out of the corner of his eye, with his thick black hair and lean, pale face, looking out the window blankly, Aaron felt his heart melt. He didn’t know how, but he’d make it up to his boyfriend. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chris had visibly put on his game face when they’d rolled into the driveway in front of a small split-level ranch house, and Aaron followed suit as he got out of the car. He played it super chill through the introductions and could see Chris starting to relax as it became clear his parents weren’t going to tweak to their deal. “Well bring your things upstairs Aaron and then we’re almost ready for dinner. I hope you don’t mind an air mattress in Chris’s room, but I’ve got my craft things in Kelly’s old room now. It’s a mess!” To his surprise Aaron could see where Chris and Kelly got their black hair and lean builds from. He’d imagined Chris’s mom as a stout housewife type, but she could’ve passed for a pioneer lady in the 1800s, no problem: put her hair up in a bun and give her a gun, and he could totally see her taking down a coyote or a deer. “You and your needlepoint Lorraine. You’re gonna take over the house,” Chris’s dad grumbled. He might be an accountant, but he looked like he was still in pretty good shape and he’d clearly passed his muscular build on to Chris. Aaron hoped the bald spot hadn’t come with it: he loved Chris’s thick hair. “Well the church needs new kneelers, you know that.” Chris’s mom showed them the bedroom. “Here you go boys. You can wash up across the hall Aaron if you want; I’m just going to finish up dinner. I hope you like pot roast!” “Love it, thanks Mrs. Hawkins.” She was a total June Cleaver, no doubt. Aaron tried to imagine her and his mom hanging out and…wow, that would be…interesting. He was pretty sure Chris had not eaten any quinoa growing up. He looked around Chris’s room with interest…funny to actually see the pictures of people and other random things Chris had told him about: his fossil collection, a photo of him and his dad in hunting gear posing next to a dead buck, a first communion certificate, his Eagle Scout pin…. There were a lot of sports trophies too, way more than Chris had mentioned to him, from basketball, soccer, baseball, and even track, going back all the way to tee ball league. Aaron raised his eyebrows at the sight. “You didn’t tell me you were a total jock–look at all these trophies,” he said in admiration. “You are like, a total machine. How come you never played sports in college?” Chris shrugged. “Couldn’t put in the time to stick with them. You know how it is: you’ve gotta do all those summer camps and stuff to keep up.” “Sure,” Aaron knew that drill well, “but you know, why not?” Chris shrugged but looked him in the eye. “They take money, Tig,” he said quietly. “Oh.” Oh shit, duh. People driving 8-year-old Camrys didn’t send their kids to sports camps. “Sorry, dumb question.” “It’s okay. That’s what college is for right? Eyes on the prize.” Chris seemed a lot less embarrassed by the situation than Aaron, but then he’d been dealing with it all his life. “Dinner in five boys!” Mrs. Hawkins shouted up. “Coming!” they shouted back. Aaron had to take a piss, but on the way out he did stop to plant one on Chris’s cheek; his effort seemed to be appreciated. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dinner was good, even if saying grace first wasn’t something he was used to. Aaron fired up his parental patter and worked his charm, telling some heavily-edited stories about Chris that made his parents laugh and convinced them that their son was having fun without endangering his soul. Chris’s mom wiped tears from her eyes as she stopped laughing. “Chris, you didn’t tell us that’s how you got those stains in your sweatshirt!” Chris grinned. “Well, Aaron tells it better.” His foot nudged Aaron’s under the table in appreciation. “Well he’s a hoot all right. Aaron, with all that charm you must have a girlfriend I bet.” Lorraine looked at him expectantly, failing to notice Chris’s hand pause as he reached for more mashed potatoes. Aaron was ready for it though–she was hardly the first mom to ask him about his love life. And in a flash of inspiration he saw a way to make amends. Hopefully. “I sure do,” he said, “she’s awesome.” He flashed his brightest smile; it wasn’t hard. “Have you been going out long?” Oh yeah, relationship stuff was like catnip for moms. “Since the start of the year, yeah.” “This girl got a name?” Chris’s dad put in. Oh shit–that’s what he got for winging it. Um… “Christine. Christine Allen.” His first girlfriend, in seventh grade actually. Chris’s mom tittered. “That must be confusing, with a Chris living in the house too.” “You have no idea,” Chris put in. He shot Aaron a look that said he’d better not fuck this up. “It can be,” Aaron laughed, “but luckily everyone just calls her C, so it’s not too bad.” He proceeded to tell the story of how he and C met, and a couple of the sweeter things Chris had done for him. “Well she sounds lovely,” Lorraine pronounced. “Maybe she has some friends you could introduce our Chris too? He’s always so busy with school he says.” Chris rolled his eyes, but was spared more along those lines by his father. “You two getting married then?” Bob grabbed a bit more pot roast. “Or just shacking up?” His tone of voice made it clear what he thought about the latter option. “Well sir, I don’t know. She’s a year behind me, so we’re still kinda figuring out where we’re going.” Chris’s dad grunted noncommittally. “And, well, I’ve kind of been a jerk lately.” “Oh Aaron, I’m sure it’s fine.” Chris’s mom put one hand on his forearm in sympathy. “Chris says such nice things about you, any girl would be lucky to date you.” “I dunno Mrs. Hawkins.” Aaron didn’t have to fake the note of misery in his voice. “C is so great, and I just…I get stupid jealous for zero reason. I mean, she’s always there for me and then I get stressed about whether we’re even going to be together in six months, and then I say some stupid sh–stuff she totally doesn’t deserve.” He sighed heavily. “Faith, hope, and love,” Chris’s dad put gaziantep escort in. “You have the love, but you need faith in her and hope that things’ll work out too, son.” Apparently abashed at his unsolicited dad talk, he lowered his gaze to his plate. “That’s what I told Kelly anyway, when she and Alex were going through a rough patch. Not that it’s my business.” “Bob’s right Aaron,” Chris’s mom put in. “Put your trust in her and ask for her forgiveness and God will open her heart, you’ll see.” “Yes ma’am,” Aaron nodded vigorously, “I will. And I hope so.” “And talk to your friends, for goodness sake. Chris has a good head on his shoulders, and you two are good friends. I’m sure he has good advice.” “He does, Mrs. Hawkins. I just need to listen more.” Aaron looked Chris straight in the eye. “He’s my best friend, and I don’t know what I’d do without him keeping my head on straight.” He didn’t dare hold the look too long, but he caught the way Chris’s face lit up and a huge load slid off his chest. “He’s totally the best.” “Well I’m glad you two have each other as roommates,” Lorraine pronounced. “Now who wants some pie?” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “Best friend, huh?” Chris asked sleepily. They hadn’t dared share the tiny twin bed in case Chris’s mom or dad popped in randomly (Joey and Dave’s experience being a reminder that yes, that shit could happen). But Chris was on his stomach with his arm hanging over the edge, and Aaron was holding his hand. They’d just been shooting the shit for a while, being comfortable, but this was the first reference to Aaron’s dinner apology. “The very best,” Aaron said, rubbing his thumb lightly over the back of Chris’s hand. Chris looked like he was considering a few possible responses, but finally just settled on “I’m glad you met my folks, Tig.” “Me too,” Aaron said softly. “Me too.” Neither one said anything after that, but Chris’s hand was warm in his as he drifted off to sleep. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . When Aaron woke up the next morning he was surprised to see Chris was already gone. The bathroom door across the hall was closed, and he could hear the shower running, then cutting off. That was a surprise: he was almost always the first one up. The next thing he realized was that he could smell bacon, which meant the ‘rents were up. His stomach growled, insisting he get up and do something about the bacon situation, so after rubbing his face and scalp to finish booting up he stripped to his boxer briefs and prepared to head into the bathroom. His usual morning woody was a bit of a problem, but Chris’s mom had left a bath towel out on the chair and he was able to position it so his situation wouldn’t be too obvious to anyone poking their head into the hallway. He did dart into the bathroom as fast as he could though: better safe than sorry and all that. Chris was leaning over the sink bareass naked when he popped in and closed the door; his face was covered with shaving cream and he was using his bath towel to clear a spot on the mirror so he could shave. Aaron loved his boyfriend’s smooth body, but unlike Aaron any attempt Chris made at a beard was a blotchy mess that looked like he might have terminal mange. Dat ass tho…Aaron felt his dick jump at the sight. “Hey, you’re up,” Chris said mildly. “Shyaah, I’m up,” Aaron said, “way up.” He moved the towel and Chris’s black eyes widened momentarily at the sight of his shaft outlined in the elastic fabric. “Oh. Yeah you are,” Chris said. Aaron tossed the towel on the toilet lid and pressed his body against Chris’s backside, nestling into his ass crack. “Mm hm…definitely. But we can’t A, my folks’ll hear.” His voice caught at the end slightly as Aaron’s rod settled in. Aaron wrapped his arms around Chris’s chest and leaned in to speak low in his ear. “No they won’t. They don’t even know I’m up yet. You just have to be quiet,” he said, and licked Chris’s ear. The dark-haired jock’s eyes slid shut and he pushed his ass back fractionally. “I dunno,” he sighed, “we can’t get caught Tig.” “We won’t,” Aaron promised. “But I need some of that ass, unless you want me to show up at breakfast with a rager and blue balls.” He ground against the ass in question, making it clear just how much of a problem it would be to hide. “Oh jeez,” Chris sighed, but Aaron’s lips were already moving down his left trap, and then his tongue was tracing a path along his lats to his lower back. Chris spread his legs as Aaron reached the base of his spine, inviting him to continue. Aaron gripped one smooth cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, exposing the lightly-furred crack to his tongue. As he lapped lower Chris bent forward until his torso was nearly horizontal, giving the wrestler complete access to his tender pink hole. Aaron’s cock twitched at the sight; he could tell he was leaking big time. He took a moment to admire it, then pressed his face into the cleft so his tongue could explore. The freshly-scrubbed musk drove him nuts–it was nearly as good as sucking dick–and he grunted in satisfaction as he traced tightening circles around the opening, pushing deeper as he went. Chris let out a muffled whine and pushed back against him, his hole quivering. His dick was rock hard, but trapped against the vanity it was pointing straight down. When Aaron let go of one ass cheek to start stroking it he grunted and rocked his hips, attempting to fuck into Aaron’s grip; he was dripping too. Aaron couldn’t resist all that goodness so close. His tongue moved south of Chris’s gaping asshole, teasing the flesh of his taint and then his balls. He took them into his mouth, savoring the flavor as he rolled his boyfriends nuts around. “Oh shit,” Chris panted hoarsely, “oh shit A, that feels so good…ahhhh…” Aaron’s tongue had traced the length of his shaft, and then his mouth had enveloped the head. “You taste so good,” Aaron whispered. All cock did, since that night in the Pines Motel, but Chris’s flavor meant something extra. As he swirled his lips and tongue around the head he had to fight his own instinct to moan in appreciation each time Chris jerked and let another droplet of precum out. Aaron could’ve done this for hours. But they were on a schedule, and on top of that Chris was getting impatient. He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, his hole gaping wide. “Do it!” he urged in a hoarse whisper. When Aaron slid one spit-slicked finger in he twitched and pushed back onto it. “Do it Tig!” he repeated. Aaron was happy to comply: his dick was aching with the need to come and he knew just the spot. He stood up and shucked off his underwear while Chris fumbled in the medicine cabinet. Aaron was a little confused at first–did he…suddenly need an ibuprofen? But then Chris grabbed a small bottle of lotion and handed it back to him and his confusion cleared up. He squirted a generous amount on his dick and gave it a couple of quick strokes to smear it around evenly, then put another dollop on two fingers to grease up Chris’s hole. Probably not needed, but it couldn’t hurt. He was in to the first knuckle when Chris’s mom shouted up to them and they both froze. “Chris, is Aaron up? Does he want pancakes, do you think?” “I’m up, Mrs. Hawkins,” Aaron shouted. Was he ever: his dick was red and dripping and as ready for action as it ever was. “No pancakes for me thanks: I’m cutting weight. Any protein is good though: eggs…or meat.” With a wicked grin at Chris in the mirror he slid his fingers in the rest of the way, making the jock gasp silently. “How about sausage?” “Sausage is awesome!” Aaron’s grin widened, and his swollen glans replaced his fingers at Chris’s back door. He shivered at the feel of tight warmth pressing back against his sensitive head. “How about you Chris?” “Sausage is great, Mom!” Chris said in a strangled voice as Aaron’s slid inside him. Aaron’s eyes fluttered as the warm, tight, jock ass wrapped around him, and he gritted his teeth as he slid in balls-deep. “Chris loves sausage Mrs. H, good choice!” He couldn’t resist saying it. Chris shot him a dirty look and flipped him off briefly in the mirror, but his irritation vanished as Aaron slid back out, massaging his prostate. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open as he braced himself for Aaron to start fucking. The wrestler pushed back in, hard, until his pubes smashed into Chris’s ass, and Aaron got a twinge of satisfaction from the muffled moan he let out. “How about pancakes Chris? I’ve got blueberries!” “Uh hunh! Great, Mom!” Chris blurted. He’d begun pushing back to meet Aaron’s thrusts, and with the extra space his dick was free to pop up. “Be down in a few!” He began jacking himself furiously. “Okay!” Lorraine chirped. Oh thank Christ, Aaron thought. He needed to wrap this up before Chris’s mom had another round of 20 Questions for them. It wouldn’t be tough: the tight ring of Chris’s ass was sliding up and down his shaft faster and faster as they picked up their tempo. He gripped Chris’s smooth hips for leverage and started power fucking, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. His balls were tightening up, and he could feel his orgasm building. Almost there… “Uhn!” With a muffled gasp Chris beat him to the punch, cum erupting over the vanity and even the mirror. His ass spasmed as he shot his load, and Aaron rocked his hips to work his boyfriend’s hole over as he did. He might not have the biggest dick, but he knew how to stretch that hole the right way. He watched the mirror with satisfaction as Chris’s mouth fell open in ecstasy, the pleasure from his ass and dick overwhelming him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he breathed as each shot launched. “Aahhhh…” God he’s hot, Aaron thought. So fuckin’ hot. The smell of fresh jizz hit his nostrils and it was suddenly his turn to nut. “So hot,” he groaned hoarsely, and then the first shot was filling Chris’s guts. His head fell back as he concentrated on the pleasure filling him as his balls emptied. He was dimly aware of the sound of their bodies slapping together, but he was too far gone in his orgasm to worry about being heard; he couldn’t have stopped himself anyway. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he echoed back to Chris. “Shiiiiit…” He finally came to his senses. He could feel some of his load leaking out and down his ball sack–he’d been more backed up than he’d realized. “That was awesome,” he whispered, meeting Chris’s gaze in the mirror. “Thank you.” He kissed one shoulder, then met Chris’s mouth as the bottom straightened up and turned his head. They were both still breathing heavily. Sooner than he would’ve liked (but suriyeli escort still longer than was smart) Chris broke off the kiss. “You need to hop in the shower,” he whispered. “Yeah I do,” Aaron grinned, “you do that to me.” He slid out reluctantly, still hard. “Perv.” “Whatever, horn dog.” Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Get in there while I clean up…that.” He cocked his head at the white streaks he’d left. “Maybe I should,” Aaron said. “Shut up, breakfast is gonna get cold. And you know I hate cold sausage.” Aaron’s eyebrows shot up, but he turned on the water. “Look who’s all attitude now!” “Get in there,” Chris growled. “I’ll show you attitude.” By the time Aaron made it to the breakfast table Chris had made a serious dent in the spread. But the sausages were still warm. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks to an 18-wheeler that’d jacknifed on the highway Aaron barely made it on time to practice. As it was he’d had to sprint to the gym–lack of campus parking being a major reason he hadn’t missed having a car that much. It’d been a brutal workout session: they’d start tapering soon for Kansas, but for now the coaches were driving them hard to get every edge they could. So by the time Aaron got back to the house he was gassed: the hot shower after practice had relaxed him and his fatigue was really sinking in. He grabbed a couple protein bars from the kitchen supply and trudged upstairs to his room: he was too tired to worry about getting a real meal. Chris was studying at his desk in his own room when Aaron came upstairs, but got up to greet him when he saw the wrestler coming up. Aaron gave him a quick smile and wave, then slung his gym bag on the floor, kicked off his sneakers, and collapsed onto his bed; he figured he’d let his boyfriend finish up studying while he rested his eyes for just a sec… But the next thing he knew it was full dark out and Chris was hovering over him, having crawled up onto the bed with him. “Hey,” Aaron mumbled, “thought I’d let you study some…” Wow, he was having trouble waking up. That really had been a brutal session. “Mmm…” Chris’s lips brushed his, “that was like two hours ago Tig. Thought it was time to check in on you, see if you were alive.” His lips moved to Aaron’s jawline. The tickle of his tongue sent a shiver down Aaron’s body and he turned his head, inviting Chris to continue. “Definitely coming to life,” he said appreciatively. “Good,” Chris growled, and nipped his earlobe; Aaron twitched instinctively. “Coz I kinda felt like I got shortchanged this morning.” His mouth moved more aggressively along Aaron’s neck, and he lowered his hips so Aaron could feel the bulge in his jeans rubbing against him. “Oh yeah?” Aaron breathed. When his boyfriend started dry humping Aaron’s hands instinctively grabbed his ass, loving the feel of those hard glutes flexing under the jeans. Wow, he thought, Chris was really ready to go–this was getting really good. He ground his own hardon up into their groins–damn that felt nice. “How was that?” he panted. “We had to hurry,” Chris responded. His tongue pushed into Aaron’s mouth hungrily, and his full weight settled onto him; the feel of friction over his whole body made Aaron shiver, and he instinctively hooked his heels around the back of Chris’s thighs. “And I didn’t get a chance to do some stuff I wanted,” he added. “Don’t let me stop you,” Aaron smiled. He felt loose and relaxed from the workout, but seeing Chris worked up like this was super-fucking-hot. The last time he’d been even a little like this was, well, January. “Anything you want babe. I’m horny as fuck right now.” He smiled again. “Are you?” Chris gave him a knowing smile. “I dunno…” He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a white washcloth Aaron hadn’t noticed was there; before Aaron could react he’d pushed it into his face. “How about now? How horny are you now?” Even before the sticky wetness hit his cheeks and lips Aaron knew what it was: the smell of his boyfriend’s spunk was unmistakable. And the taste–when Chris pushed the wettest part into his mouth with two fingers Aaron groaned, his head spinning. “Oh fuck!” he said through the cloth. “Told you I’d clean up this morning,” Chris said. He abruptly pushed off of Aaron and sat back on his heels, stripping off his hoodie and tee shirt in one move. Aaron admired the sight of those nearly-smooth pecs flexing during the maneuver then started to sit up to get his own shirt off, but Chris pushed him firmly back. “C’mon Tig, show me you want my jizz. I know you love it.” “Oh fuck, you taste so good,” Aaron sighed. He pushed the cloth back into his mouth with his own fingers and closed his eyes as he savored Chris’s flavor, giving in to the sensations flooding him. He felt Chris working his belt and jeans open with practiced skill, and lifted his hips to help ease them off; his hard-on popped free immediately to smack his belly. He felt Chris hop off the bed and opened his eyes to enjoy the sight of his boyfriend getting naked. Chris had gone commando–so apparently he’d been planning this for a while?–and Aaron licked his lips at the sight of his swollen clipped dick jutting above his trimmed black bush. Chris noticed his gaze. “You like that babe?” He didn’t bother taking off his socks, but hopped right onto the bed, straddling Aaron’s torso. The wrestler could see a healthy pearl of precum gleaming at his tip already, and nodded wordlessly as he stared. “See how hard you get me? How horny I get?” Chris grabbed his shaft and squeezed, and Aaron couldn’t resist a hungry whimper as the droplet began rolling off his piss slit. “You wanna taste?” He was already leaning forward to meet Aaron’s mouth. “Mmmm!!” Aaron moaned in delight as he wrapped his lips around the warm head and suckled the first bit of juice. “You taste so fuckin’ good!” he gasped, then dove back in as Chris arched his back and pushed to meet him. His hands cradled Aaron’s head as he started pumping into the jock’s eager mouth, and he groaned as he slid all the way in, trusting Aaron’s experienced throat to take him to the root. “Ahhh! That feels so damn good Tig…suck me…ah shit, suck my dick!” Aaron bobbed his head faster, urging more precum out to coat his tongue. His own dick was raging, but at the moment he didn’t care: the feel of Chris’s torso flexing under his hands, the warm musky smell of his crotch, and the feel of hard cock sliding in and out of his mouth was driving him nuts. He was used to being a bit more the one in charge, but it was hot as fuck he realized to just let go and let Chris use him. He growled in pleasure and buried his nose in the jock’s bush, feeling his balls resting on his chin as the swollen head nestled in the back of his throat. He held Chris there for a few seconds, long enough for him to groan “suck it!” and then he had to come up for air. He let the rod pop free for a second to catch his breath and wipe some of the drool off his chin. “Tongue my balls,” Chris said, and pushed his hips forward. Aaron happily complied, letting the wet shaft graze his nose and forehead while Chris teabagged him. The jock shivered as Aaron’s tongue worked over his nut sack, and Aaron felt a wave of goosebumps ripple under his hands. “Oh yeah babe…you like my nuts?” He wrapped on hand around himself and started jacking lightly. “Fuck yeah,” Aaron panted, “I could suck on these all day.” He could too: anything that involved his face in Chris’s crotch was a win. He wrapped his lips around Chris’s ball sack and took it in his mouth; the whole thing was heavy with the load building up. His boyfriend groaned and stroked more energetically, and Aaron echoed his noises as the smell of fresh precum filled his nose. He gripped Chris’s ass cheeks and squeezed. “Lemme suck your cock again,” he panted. He felt like a junkie getting ready for his next fix; his dick ached he was so hard. Chris angled his hips and pushed his shaft down and so Aaron could wrap his lips around it, leaned forward and braced himself against the wall, and began pumping slowly in and out of the wrestler’s mouth. “Unhhhhyeah…” he sighed, “suck me Tig.” Aaron was more than happy to do just that, and pulled Chris’s ass to encourage him to go faster. Aaron sucked his dick all the time, but usually it was with Chris on his back; there was something extra hot about getting face-fucked like this, with his boyfriend feeding him his dick. Chris seemed to like it too: not just the noises he was making, but his balls were pulling up nicely. Aaron made a muffled happy noise deep in his throat, anticipating the load he’d get soon. “Oh man,” Chris panted, and pulled his hips back. Aaron tried to follow, but Chris’s hand held him back. “Not yet–you’re gonna make me come.” He knee-walked back down Aaron’s torso, and the wrestler watched his prize moving out of reach with regret. That washcloth bit had really gotten him amped to swallow a fresh load. But Chris obviously had something else in mind, so he lay there patiently. Just as long as he didn’t have to wait too long. He didn’t. Chris might not’ve wanted to blow in his mouth, but he was obviously horny as hell. He tugged Aaron’s jeans and underwear off his legs roughly, in a hurry to get them out of the way, and then before Aaron could fully figure out what was happening Chris had his thighs up in the air and his tongue was burrowing into Aaron’s ass. “Aw fuck yeah!” Aaron burst out as the erotic sensations hit his brain. “Holy shit that feels awesome AAAAHHH!” Chris’s tongue had pushed in all the way and he’d wiggled the tip in a way that…well fuck if it didn’t feel amazing as hell. Once again Aaron was happily surprised at his boyfriend’s aggression. Chris usually ate his ass like a sorority chick nibbling at a salad, but tonight he was diving right in and Aaron was loving it. “Oh God,” he groaned through gritted teeth, and gripping the back of Chris’s head he pulled his face tight against his body. “Unnnngghhhyeaaaah baby oh FUCK yeahaaaahh!” Chris was going nuts and it was making him crazy, his groans and thrashing spurring the jock’s tongue deeper. He lost track of time as the waves of pleasure pulsed out from his hole while his dick leaked continuously onto his belly; he didn’t dare touch it. Instead he grabbed his thighs and pulled them apart wider, encouraging Chris to keep working his magic. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes!” he panted, “uhuuuNNHHH!” Chris had slipped a fingertip in there and was rubbing on the edge of his ring, the stiff friction urging him open while the jock’s tongue rus escort continued working its magic deeper. God, Chris hadn’t even touched his cock or balls yet and he was already getting those pre-orgasm twinges. This had better end with a dick up his ass or he was going to be very, very disappointed. “Open up for me Tig,” Chris murmured. His other forefinger joined the first, pulling him open. His tongue flicked between them, free to tickle and tease the sensitive flesh now that his fingers were keeping Aaron’s ring stretched wide. The wrestler yelped and bucked at the combined sensations of ruthless stretching and feathery tongue flicks. “That’s it babe, get ready for me.” Thank Christ, Aaron thought, he was gonna get that dick soon. Because Chris was seriously driving him insane: he couldn’t stop his body from thrashing as he tried to push onto Chris’s face, or the groans that burst from his throat continuously (his housemates would be giving him shit about that later for sure). But he didn’t want to either: he loved sex, and he wanted his boyfriend to know how hot this was making him. If he could get the younger jock to do this to him on the regular…. “Fuck me,” he panted, then louder “Fuck me babe!” “God you are so hot,” Chris sighed. His tongue left Aaron’s ass to trace a line up to his balls, while his thumb replaced it, sliding easily into the wrestler’s hungry hole. The feel of slick friction as Chris followed the ridge of skin up Aaron’s tight scrotum made the wrestler whimper. Which then became another load groan as Chris’s thumb began moving in circles inside him. “AAAHHH! Oh my God, fuck me you fuckin’ tease! Ohhh shit!” Chris just gave him a wicked grin and continued his long slow lick up Aaron’s shaft. When he reached the slime-covered tip he took it in his mouth, but just barely: his lips didn’t even make it to the deep-red helmet ridge of Aaron’s glans. His tongue lapped at the piss slit and the area just around it, sending little shocks through Aaron’s body when it swabbed the sensitive spot on the bottom. But he wouldn’t swallow more of it, and after cleaning up the precum he found he let Aaron go and looked up at him with a grin that was half-tease, half-lust. “You look so damn hot right now,” he said in a throaty voice that somehow made Aaron even hornier. “I can’t wait to be deep in your ass.” He kissed Aaron’s sternum, then took one of the wrestler’s nipples in his mouth and chewed on it lightly. It was already stiff, and Aaron let out a yelp from the jolt of pleasure. He let go of his thighs so he could pull Chris’s head against his chest, encouraging the nipple work. His other hand wandered over his body, not daring to go near his aching cock, but unable to resist touching himself everywhere else. His hips rocked continuously as Chris continued to slide his thumb in and out, in and out. “There’s no line,” he gasped as Chris’s mouth slid across his pecs to the other nipple, “you can start fucking anytime. Aahh!” Chris’s teeth had grazed his other nub. “Fuck, I need that dick!” Chris pulled his thumb out and held Aaron’s head in both hands as he rolled on top. He pushed his tongue into Aaron’s mouth and began rocking his hips slowly, grinding their slick hard ons together. Aaron wrapped his legs around Chris’s torso and hooked his heels together, while his hands tangled in Chris’s hair to deepen the kiss. Chris was grunting deep in his throat, in time with their bodies rubbing together, and his breathing had gotten as heavy as Aaron’s. “You ready for my cock?” he breathed. “Oh Jesus! I swear, if you do not slide that thing up my ass and fuck my brains out I am going to lose it!” Chris giggled at the outburst. “You’re such a slut.” He grabbed the lube and blasted a quick squirt on his shaft. “You make me one.” “You make me one too.” Chris grabbed himself, did a quick smear of the lube along his length, then took aim and pushed until with one long thrust he was balls-deep in Aaron’s hole; there was no resistance. “Oh God,” he sighed, “I’ve been wanting to do that to you all day.” “Anytime you want,” Aaron said thickly, “FUCK you feel so good!” He lost focus as Chris started moving and his flared head began rubbing inside him. He bit his lip as he rocked back against Chris’s thrusts, grabbed a tight ass cheek in each hand, and pulled their groins tight. “Harder,” he half-commanded, half-begged. “You need that cock?” Chris asked, picking up the pace. “Uh huh,” Aaron gasped. “Fuckin’ pound me, stud.” He yelped when Chris did just that, slamming into him hard enough for Aaron’s head to bump into the wall. “Fuck yeah! More!” “This what your jock ass needs?” Chris growled as he started pistoning in and out. “You need my dick riding you?” “Fuck yeah!” Aaron exclaimed. Chris hadn’t ridden him like this since…shit, way too long, and the feel of his rock-hard body sliding against Aaron’s, flexing and grinding as his shaft worked Aaron’s hole, was a huge fucking turn-on. He hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted Chris to cut loose until now, but man…seeing the animal unleashed was fucking awesome. “I love that’ dick of yours pounding my hole…you’re a total fucking stud.” He grabbed Chris’s face briefly and looked him square in those sexy dark eyes. “Now fuck my brains out like I need. Pound my ass good.” Chris’s eyes widened briefly in excitement, and then he pressed his head on the pillow next to Aaron’s and started power-fucking like a wild man; there was no way to keep the lip lock going without chipping a tooth. Aaron’s hands clawed Chris’s toned back as he groaned and bucked under the dark-haired jocks assault, raw lust taking over his brain completely. His dick was slick with sweat and precum where it was sandwiched between their abs, and he knew he couldn’t last too much longer: the tingling in his cock head was spreading and merging with the sensations coming from his battered prostate, growing every time Chris’s balls slapped against his gaping ass. “Harder!” he grunted, and then it was just back to wordless cries that echoed his boyfriend’s. Chris was trembling and his thrusts becoming frantic; he had to be close too. Maybe it was the extra friction on his cock, or maybe it was the thought of Chris’s jizz pumping into him, but suddenly he was coming. Hot jets burst between their bodies as an almost-painful orgasm swept over him. From far away he could hear himself shouting “God yes! Fuckin’ comin’! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK! ME!” and his back arched uncontrollably as he ground their torsos together, pressing his exploding cock between their abs as they slid against each other. Each thrust of Chris’s cock sent another wave of pleasure through him, riding up the length of his shaft and out in another spurt of slick white goodness. Chris didn’t slow down as Aaron’s orgasm faded and he started to regain a bit of awareness; if anything, he was humping even faster as he whimpered into the pillow. Aaron clenched his sphincter, squeezing the slick shaft inside him. Even at the end of his own orgasm it felt good, and the thought of the dark-haired stud’s juice filling his ass was hot in a way that had little to do with physical sensations. “Do it babe,” he urged, “breed my fuckin’ hole. I wanna feel your jock cum inside me.” He shifted his grip back to Chris’s tight ass and pulled it in encouragement. “Ah! Ah! Ah!! AHHFK!” The pillow muffled his cries, but it was damn obvious that his boyfriend was finally getting his nut. Liquid warmth filled Aaron’s ass as the warm body lying on top of him quivered and bucked, squirming as Aaron milked him dry. By the time he slowed down the wrestler could feel some of the fresh fluid running down the crack of his ass, and he felt a sense of pride that he’d gotten his boyfriend torqued up enough to blow such a big load. Chris gave one last shudder, then just lay on top of him as he caught his breath. They were both covered in sweat and reeking of sex, and Aaron couldn’t have been happier. He lazily curled one finger through Chris’s thick black hair and sighed in contentment. “Holy shit that was good.” “Yeah?” Chris’s voice was muffled in the pillow; it looked like he was still getting his strength back. “Definitely. That was low key some of the hottest banging I’ve ever done.” Chris lifted his head at that; his face was still red from his exertion. “For real?” He was still catching his breath. “Straight up. You know I love doing whatever with you, but man…when you let your inner fuck beast out…” Aaron’s eyes widened in emphasis. “You are a total. Fuckin’. Stud. Seriously, I could not get enough.” Chris looked pleased. “Well, that’s how I always feel.” He blushed slightly at the admission. “Yeah? I mean, thanks, but it doesn’t have to be, y’know, ‘the best ever’ every single time. Even if I am awesome.” Chris grinned back at him and rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. He was still inside Aaron, which the wrestler found really touching for some reason. “Yes, Tig, you are. And it’s not, you know: always ‘the best ever.’ But you just get me going.” He traced his palm over Aaron’s smooth pec. “Every time.” “Really?” It was Aaron’s turn to feel pleased. “I mean, duh, you like it, but you don’t really go crazy like today unless–I mean, um…” Oh shit, this was heading right back to where their fight had started just two days ago. Shit shit shit. Maybe it was the afterglow, or Aaron’s dinner apology uesterday, or whatever, but Chris didn’t look upset. Instead his face got a considering expression as he chose his words. “No, I do. I mean, if we weren’t having sex all the time I’d be jerking off every day thinking about you.” Aaron’s ears perked up at that. “But I guess I just kinda figured you knew. I’m just, like, uh…louder some other times when I’m not sure if they really know me. Know what I like. You know.” He took on a flustered look as he tried to dance around the topic. Aaron decided to push on, hoping to put this to bed once and for all. “Like, uh, bigger guys?” Chris nodded. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I mean, I really like that. My birthday was amazing, But it was hot because you were there. And that stuff with Dave–it felt really good, but man…” He sighed and his eyes widened. “That stunt this morning? In the bathroom? Why do you think I wanted to jump your bones so bad?” Aaron felt a knot loosen in his chest, and he hugged Chris close. “Welp, guess I need to up my game some more huh? I dunno if I can handle Horny Chris all the time, but I am _definitely going to find out.” Chris snickered. “Be ready Tig. You haven’t seen Horny Chris after we’ve been apart for a few months.” Aaron smiled and kissed him. “I think I’d better buy some plane tickets in bulk. And soundproofing for my apartment in San Francisco.” They made out quietly for a few more minutes before drifting to sleep, both with smiles on their faces.

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