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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Holland Far From Bone - "Bunny on a Boat" Chapter 10 - Just a Dream and the Wind to Carry Me --------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: This story takes place in June 2018, after the Avengers: Infinity War premiere.
Shoutouts to Dan D, Mdawg225, and drillpscyhe for advocating that the boat story come next. breakingthrough for asking for a Tom + Sebastian story. Edger_Allen_hoe for inspiring more flirtation between Seb and Tom...curious to see where that might lead. Pmc4gy for providing support and feedback.
~ DAY THREE ~
Tom blinked, his mind hazy with sleep as he woke up. The room was still dark, illuminated only by some moonlight beaming through the porthole window. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he soaked in the sight of Chris Evans' bare chest, the large fur-covered pecs rising and falling, his breathing punctuated by a mild snore. Tom's smiled, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his gaze wandered down, following the trail of hair down to where it disappeared under the sheet, pushed down so tantalizingly low on the nude form.
The hunky vision distracted him from a weight pressing against his arm; it slowly dawned on him that Sebastian Stan's arm was curled up and over Tom's torso, the front of his muscled body pressed against Tom's backside. Tom gulped, his pulse rising as blood surged down to his groin, his manhood instantly hardening. A small trickle of sweat rolled down his lower back, a combination of Seb's proximity and the heat in the room due to the boat's malfunctioning air conditioning system. It was one of the the few places on his body that a bead of sweat could journey, since the rest of Seb's body was making contact up and down Tom's naked backside. Naked...he swallowed again, remembering that the trio had shucked their clothing due to the heat in the room. That meant...Tom's eyebrow twitched with curiosity as he nudged his rear-end backward ever so slightly, noting the weighty mass of man flesh nestled against his bum. It didn't feel hard...but it didn't feel soft either.
"Mmm...s' goo..." Seb muttered lightly in his sleep, his shifting weight causing their two bodies to come into even closer contact. Tom let out a long breath, shuddering a little as he felt his heart hammer in his chest. Seb...naked...pressed up against him. His already-hard cock throbbed with delight. "So good..." Seb murmured again, appearing to be lost in dreamtime slumber. Unable to ignore the temptation from the meat pressed against his hind cheek, Tom flexed his glute, getting a sense for the tube of man-flesh. He repeated the motion, then again...and again, unable to help himself. Seb muttered something that he couldn't quite make out - but between whatever dream his friend was having and the feeling of Tom's flexing rear, the hose began turning into a rod, stiffening and lengthening until it seemed to be nearly at full mast, throbbing against Tom's rear, bringing a hungry sigh rattling out of his throat. He continued the flexing motions, slower now, trying to get a sense for Seb's length and girth. He felt it throb again, the tip pushing up further against Tom's cheek, aided by a wet patch that had been created by Seb's leaking knob. No longer encumbered by being wedged against Tom's firm haunches, the hard shaft continued to get longer and harder until it finally finished growing to its full length against Tom's backside.
Against his better instincts, Tom continued kneading the hardened meat, flexing his rear against the rigid pole, mischief and lust taking hold. Tom's eyes got large as he felt the hard cock slide upward, rising over the curve of one of Tom's cheeks before falling into the crack of his ass, the meat now wedged between Tom's buns. It took everything he had not to moan, the suppressed urge sending a shudder down his spine. "Mmm, baby...feels grea..." Seb's words trailed off in a breathy whisper, the warm air escaping from his mouth rolling over the back of Tom's neck. The hard rod throbbed again. "...so great. Mmmm." Tom squeezed his eyes shut, eyebrows knitting in tortured lust as he felt the hard member throb, entrenched firmly into his crevice. A million fantasies flashed through his mind. `I shouldn't...' The thought was cut off as the cock jerked again, pushing against his body. Instinctively, Tom flexed both glutes, squeezing the rod with his ass cheeks. And then again. And again. "Yeah...fuck baby, that's it..." Seb's whispered utterances blasted hot air into Tom's scalp. "...that's it..." Eager to help Seb's dream along, Tom pressed his knees together, causing his legs to spread slightly - just enough for Seb's manhood to bury itself further and deeper in between his hindquarters. Like a gloved hand, Tom's ass went to work, slowly squeezing and gently milking Seb's dick. The thick hose continued pulsing, leaving an increasing amount of precum to wettening Tom's cheeks.
"Ohh...that's it, work it baby." Seb sighed again in his sleep, the tips of his fingers rubbing against Tom's chest. It was all the encouragement Tom needed as his hips began to shift - no longer just flexing his ass, he began tilting his hips, grinding up and down the length of Seb's pole. "Yeah, work it, work that cock. Oh da..." Seb's words tapered off again as his sleep appeared to deepen. Soft murmurs continued rolling out of his throat as Tom's hips worked back and forth, the warm air escaping his lips and brushing the hairs along the back of Tom's neck. Seb's hips began moving as well, his manhood sliding along Tom's crack - the smaller man bit his lip, stifling a moan. "That feel good?" Tom nearly whimpered as Seb's rod pushed firmly up in between his cheeks, the head grazing over his entrance. He squeezed his ass hard, clenching it around the cock has it pulled back, earning a small moan from his friend. He relaxed his body as the hard member thrust forward again. "So good..." Tom gripped the shaft with his rear, his toes curling each time it thrust and throbbed.
"Come closer, babe..." Tom's eyes bugged out as Seb's palm pulled on his chest, bringing their bodies even closer together. Any possible gap between their bodies disappeared, from where Seb's chest met Tom's shoulder blades down to their thighs rubbing against one another. "That's better." Seb continued pumping his hips in his sleep, the sensations of his body trickling down into the dreamworld. Between the heat-induced sweat covering their bodies and the steady flow of Seb's juices, Tom's ass was wet enough to allow his rod to easily glide up and down between the firm cheeks. "So much better..." Tom's mouth hung open, panting as Seb's thick head kept sliding over his hole. His hand gently closed over the back of Seb's paw which clungly lightly against Tom's chest.
Sweat and precum continued pouring from their bodies, until Tom's ass was nearly as slick as if it'd been drenched in lube. Seb's tool pushed back and forth, causing a hungry heat to spread through Tom's body. "Open up iubi'..." The hard tool nudged against Tom's hole. "...let me in." His eyebrows furrowed down, his lips pressed together. He wanted to obey Seb's words so badly but his friend was asleep and he felt like that was crossing a bridge too far - he'd already crossed more lines than he should have anyway. Instead, he continued his clench-and-relax movements, squeezing Seb's throbbing dick. "Oh fuck, yeah..." He swore he could feel Seb's lips against the base of his neck. "...arder?" The rod thrust up, slicing through Tom's cheeks. "You want it harder?" Tom gasped as Seb began pumping his hips more firmly. Oh god oh god oh god...' Tom lost coherent thought, his mind imagining Seb assaulting his rear. As much as he wanted it, he kept his ass clenched, trying to stop the back and forth movement of the hard dick. His efforts were unsuccessful, his wet ass allowing Seb to easily keep humping against him, seeking to bury itself into the twink's tight rear. "S' nice..." Tom panted, trying to think of how to unwind the situation he'd caught himself in. "So tight." Trying something different, Tom relaxed his body. Maybe if he wasn't gripping Seb's tool, the other man would taper off. "Oh fuck yeah, loosen up..." Seb's thrusting slowed down but now each thrust of his hips moved with more power. "...yeah...open up and take me in babe..."
Tom realized the mistake he'd made as Seb's cockhead pushed, now wedged right against the knotted flesh of Tom's entrance. The sleeping man's words were unintelligible but his intention unmistakable as the knob ground against Tom's hole. Clenching tight prevented easy entrance but also caused Seb's cock to stay parked where it was, every shift of his hips threatening to drive his cock forward. Tom panicked as he realized that a combination of sweat and precum had left his ass and Seb's rod both very very slick. No matter how hard he squeezed, his ass was about to get plowed as his hole slowly gave way to the mounting pressure against it. He could feel his body being opened by the tip of Seb's tool, the head threatening to push inside. Seconds away from being impaled, he reached backward and used his fingertips to gingerly ease Seb's meat to the side. He moved slowly, removing it from his crack before quickly pushing back, jamming the hard man-meat between his right ass cheek and Seb's groin. The other man's thrusts and murmurings began quieting down - without the stimulation of Tom's ass crack, he began sinking back into a deeper sleep. Tom lay still, his heavy breathing slowly reducing back down to normal. His heartbeat continued to drum in his ears, the weighty still-hard cock jutting against his rear causing his toes to curl as he imagined what nearly-was. A few more minutes passed until Seb's body quieted down completely. Still pressed firmly together, Tom could feel the deep breath of sleep hitting against his neck, causing him to stay awake a little while longer. His own cock throbbed painfully in urgent need, desire and adrenaline slowly ebbing out of his system. Eventually Tom nodded off, re-entering the world of sleep, his cock staying awake as his dreams were filled with different scenarios with Seb...Tom being lustfully defile being the only constant between the slumbered visions.
~ ~ ~ ~
When Tom's eyes re-opened, they darted around quickly, getting a sense of his bearings. Seb's arm was missing...and once again he was flung over a big wide chest. But this one was smooth instead of hairy, without a tattoo in sight. A slight movement caught his attention and Tom immediately regretted looking down. The sheets were pushed down low on Seb's waist but at the same time were rising up high, barely concealing a raging case of morning wood. Tom swallowed, both with hunger and trying to figure out how to respond. "Well good-morning, sleeping beauty." The deep voice, filled with humor, came from behind. Tom rolled and looked over his shoulder. Well, as far as he could roll - Seb's right arm was settled along his back, the other holding up his phone to scroll through the day's news. "Oh no, don't try to come over here now - I'm already jealous. My cuddle buddy left me." "Oh my god. Drama llama." Tom turned back to his left, looking up to find Seb rolling his eyes and shaking his head slightly, a small grin pulling up the corner of his mouth. A couple days' worth of stubble had grown on his cheeks, making him even more handsome in Tom's eyes. Admiring the stud reminded the lad that he had a vicious case of morning wood of his own. The night's vivacious activities sprang back into his mind, pulling a deep blush to his cheeks. He dropped his cheek down to Seb's chest, trying to keep his reddened face out of sight and avoid any ribbing. "It was probably the snoring."
A pillow struck Seb's face, his phone landing down on his flat stomach. Beyond, Tom saw the rigid manhood jostle under the sheet, threatening to pop out into view. Slightly damp with sweat and humidity, it clung to Seb's form - between that and the glistening sight of Seb's muscles and the musky manly scent filling his senses, Tom swallowed hungrily. "Whatever. Your chatter-box ass probably called him over in your sleep. Tom...Tom...come over here'." Tom swallowed again, this time nervously, remembering Seb's words last night which were definitely not that tame. Fuck, how am I going to get out of bed?' he thought, failing to will his cock to behave. He watched as Seb picked up his phone and casually began scrolling again, his right arm returning to Tom's back. The movement pulled Tom slightly closer...enough that his hard meat came into contact with the firm muscles of Seb's thigh. His body went just as stiff as his cock - however, Seb didn't give any indication of noticing the developments under the sheets and slowly, Tom's body relaxed...well, all but seven inches of it.
The sound of rustling filled the space behind, followed by a deep long yawn. "Alright...ahhhhhhh...I'm going to go make some coffee. See you guys up top in a bit." Tom drank in the sight of Chris' bare backside as he climbed off of the bed. The stud reached down and retrieved his shorts, pulling them up his hairy thick legs as he made his way across the bedroom. Exiting, he disappeared from view, his footsteps padding down the hallway. Seb and Tom lay in silence for a while, quietly enjoying each other's company. Seb began reading some of the news stories out to Tom, the ones that seemed more interesting. Tom lay there, peacefully content to listen to Seb's voice, feeling his chest rumble and vibrate against his cheek...and drink in the sight of the abs glistening in the sun, the sheet still poking up.
"I should probably go help him with breakfast." Tom regretted the words the second he said them - he couldn't stay in bed all day, but he suddenly realized the dilemma of getting up with a raging case of morning wood. "Alright. I'll be there in a little while." Seb pulled the sheet up to just under his chest, lifting it slightly. "There ya go." Tom began moving without thinking, turning his body to climb over Seb to get out of bed. He managed to swing his leg up and over, safely avoiding contact with Seb's body. Just as he was about to lift his left knee and finish exiting the bed, he heard Seb's voice. "Oh - Tom?" He stopped, one knee on either side of Seb's body. Tom blinked, trying to avoid associating the position with...other things. Last night' kinds of things. "Uh...yeah, Seb?" Seb's bright blue eyes peered over the top of the phone. "Do you think you could bring me some aspirin? Not sure I slept too well last night - I've got a little headache." "Yeah, no problem." Tom smiled awkwardly, feeling tension ebb out of his body. He began shifting his weight to the edge of the bed again. His left knee rose up about an inch... "Oh...and Tom?" Tom's attention turned back towards his friend's face. His knee dropped back down to the mattress...and his hard dick bumped against something firm below. Very firm...and familiar after the previous evening. Seb gave no reaction - Tom swallowed hard, trying to ignore the feeling of Seb's hard shaft throbbing against his own. "Some water too? Please?" Seb smiled broadly, the picture of innocence. "Uh...yeah. Water. That makes...sense. With the aspirin. Be right back." Again, his knee rose up, this time moving a couple of inches over Seb's body, towards the edge of the bed. "Oh! Wait." Seb's left hand met Tom's right hip, gently nudging him back to center. Tom's knee sank back down into the mattress - this time their cocks were pressed against one another. Tom blinked, his toes involuntarily curling as he stared into those brilliant blue eyes, lost for a moment. His eyebrows rose up questioningly, his mouth unable to make words at the moment. "Make sure it's not the night-time stuff." Seb's smile grew even wider. Tom wanted to lean forward and run his tongue around and around Seb's lips. "Last thing I need is to fall asleep while swimming." A small breath rolled out from between Tom's lips. "Not the night time stuff. Got it." He leaned to the right...and then caught himself this time. His pause caused Seb to look back up from the phone, one eyebrow cocked up. Tom tried to think of some reason, any reason, to stay here, straddling Seb's body, the delicious feel of his manhood pulsing against Tom's own. "Do you, uh..." He cleared his throat slightly. "Do you want ice in the water?" Seb's eyes sparkled with amusement, although Tom was too focused on developments below the waist to really notice. "Nope, plain old water is fine. Well, not old water." He laughed, his body shaking as a result...causing his rod to bounce against Tom's. The younger man felt jolts of lust shoot down his spine. "Just plain water." "Okay." Tom shifted his weight again to his right...and then back to his left, his own body still atop Seb's own. Seb kept his eyes on the phone, somehow masking the need to chuckle at Tom's nervously fumbling attempt at flirting. "Seb?" "Mmhmm?" "Is there anything else that you want? While I'm, uh...up?" Tom flexed his cock, causing it to jerk in the air, the rigid pole sliding up along Seb's and then back down. Seb's eyes looked up, gazing into Tom's warm honey-brown eyes. As much as he wanted to pin his friend down and ravish him, he restrained himself. "Uh, no, I'm good. Just the aspirin and water." Tom stayed where he was, reluctant to move. "Daytime stuff....no water." Seb's hand rose again, ruffling Tom's hair, relaxing the sexual tension between the two. "You got it, squirt. Unless you want to bring me breakfast in bed too." A wink turned into laughter as Tom stuck his tongue out. "No? Okay, just the headache medicine then. I'll be up once that goes down." On the word up', he repeated Tom's teasing motion, his cock jerking up, jutting into Tom's groin.
Tom lifted his thigh again, this time successfully clearing Sebastian's body. Suddenly feeling self-conscious now that he wasn't covered by the sheet, Tom quickly hustled over and grabbed his briefs, tugging them up and not-quite-dashing into the bathroom. Rustling through the toiletries bag under the sink, he shook his head. Was Seb flirting with him? Or was he misreading the signals just because he wanted Seb to flirt with him? His mind was a mess as he found the aspirin and fished out a small white pill. Filling a cup halfway with water from the sink, he returned to the bedroom. Seb subtly raked his eyes down Tom's body, appreciating the long lump pointing toward the younger man's hip. "Thanks, motănel." "Mo...what?" "Nothing. It just means thanks in Romanian." Seb swallowed the pill quickly, kicking himself for letting the word slip out. Chasing it down with water, he set the cup back on the headboard-shelf along with his phone. Pulling back the sheet, he climbed out of bed and got his own pajama shorts from the floor, ignoring Tom's eyes widening as they caught full sight of Seb's mostly-hard dick bobbing in the air. "Let's go see if Captain Goofball needs help in the kitchen."
Tom made it through breakfast, feeling distracted with the events of the last night and this morning. The humored barbs tossed back and forth between Chris and Seb soon put him at ease, distracted by their witty banter. The jests turned into taunts and soon the pair were lifting themselves up on part of the railing, using it as an improvised pull-up bar, yet another competition between the two. Evans kept pushing forward, increasing the goal to a ridiculously high number. Tom watched as the two men rose and fell, their arms bulging as they worked to lift their bodies, the sun shining over their toned muscles. Seb finally threw in the towel, landing back on the desk, as his headache resurfaced from the effort. Switching to relaxation mode, the guys cleared away the dishes from breakfast and trotted downstairs to change. By now Tom was used to the guys changing in front of each other...even if it did cause him to want to sink to his knees and peel their speedos off with his teeth. Choosing a pale purple pair, Evans shucked his shorts and pulled on the swimsuit before turning around to dig in his bag for his sunglasses. Tom watched out of the corner of his eye as Seb's shorts hit the ground next, a plump uncut piece of meat swinging between his legs for a moment until it was covered up by a white and baby-blue striped low rise speedo, the waistband of the suit showing off the muscles of his lower abs as they gave way to his groin. Tom changed clothes before his cock had a chance to stir, shucking the briefs and pulling on a maroon pair that flattered his skin tone. Returning to the top, Tom felt Seb's hands begin to rub the sunscreen lotion into his back, the broad palms working their way down his back. Recalling the feeling of Seb at his back just hours before, Tom closed his eyes and willed his cock to behave. At the same time, his mischievous side kicked in as he pushed his rear out, putting it on display a little more...and it seemed as if Seb's entire finger dipped below the waistband to ensure proper coverage. After getting Tom's legs, those same digits travelled pretty high up the rise of his rear cheeks. Seb turned, seeming to wiggle his butt at Tom as he began slathering the lotion on his own chest - again, Tom couldn't tell if the wiggle really happened or if it was just his desirous imagination. Tom moved his hands down Seb's back...and worked the lotion out along his ribs, reaching his hands further around Seb's torso a little more than necessary. Forgetting that the speedo was already a low-rise, when Tom copied Seb's act of dipping his entire finger below the waistband, his finger would up swiping across the entire top half of Seb's ass. Kneeling, Tom worked up the calves and thighs. Sliding his thumbs under the hem, he slowly brought them outward, keeping them under the stretchy fabric as he came around nearly the entire way, sliding back out as he approached the center on the other side of the hunk's thighs. The only indication Seb gave was an amused raised eyebrow but said nothing else as he began taking care of Chris' backside.
The trio splashed around and then lounged in the water, enjoying the day. After lunch, Tom and Chris competed to see who could swim more laps around the boat. When Evans lost, he claimed that it was only from being worn out from the previous days' competition, earning an eye roll from both of his friends. Tom swam two more laps, just to add to his victory. "You feel better now about winning, little guy?" Chris taunted him playfully, his head cocked to one side. "Actually...my arms are kinda sore now. I should have stopped when I beat you." "You didn't b..." "The kid beat you. Eat it." Seb threw a pool noodle at Evans' head, which he avoided by dropping below the water. Seb watched and waited for Evans to reappear, holding the other noodle up in the air. He felt something hit his ankle and he was suddenly pulled down. Tom watched the noodle fly through the air, the world very quiet with nothing but their boat on the horizon...and then both men popped back up, Evans laughing loudly as Seb glowered at him...before joining in the laughter. Chris began making his way up the ladder, moving very slowly. "Hey, c'mon!" One foot and then the other rose on the rungs. Evans gave out a shout as a loud smacking sound rang out, Seb's palm making hard contact with his rear end. "Hey, usually have to pay good money for that kinda action." "Whatever, you're moving slow as hell." Seb's complaining only egged Chris on. Once more his feet made very little progress, stalling the other two mens' ability to climb the ladder. Seb glanced down, catching Tom staring up at his ass. "Squirt - is there another ladder on this boat?" "Ummm...I think just the one in the back but it isn't lowered down?" "Lowered...thanks." Seb's smile became wicked as he turned back around. Reaching up, his hand tugged down on Evans' speedo, exposing his rear and giving it another hard smack. "Move it!" "Hey! Ow!" Another smack and Evans began scrambling up the ladder. Both men watched the furry globes of his exposed butt jiggle as he moved as quickly as he could, trying to avoid Seb's swatting hand. Reaching the deck, Seb and Tom high-fived. "Oh wait - is that the hand you used on him?" Tom pretended to be grossed out, wiping his hand on his leg. Seb threw his head back laughing, not just at Evans' faux-irritated look but knowing full well that Tom probably would rather lick that hand than wipe it.
Seb went below deck to the kitchen to grab some beers. Tom held up the sunscreen, one eyebrow raised. "Thanks kid." Evans crossed his arms under his chin, relaxing as Tom worked the sunscreen into the tired muscles of his back. "Wore myself out trying to beat your ass." "Do uh...you want me to sit on your back again?" "Mmmm...." Evans let out a contented sigh. "That'd be nice. If you don't mind?" Tom sported a cocky smile as he swung a leg over Evans' body. "I asked, didn't I?" He chuckled as Evans' hand came down to swat his lower leg. Tom bounced up and down, smacking his ass against Chris' shoulder blades, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure from below. He had a few days' worth of pent-up sexual urges, his balls boiling after yesterday's teasing from Chris' fingers...and he could almost still feel Sebastian's hard pole rubbing up and down his ass. Thinking with both heads - the one on his shoulders and the one between his legs - Tom was eager to push some boundaries and see what happened. The bouncing turned into a more grinding-hop, as Tom slowly tilted his hips each time he dropped down to Evans' back, rubbing the firm cheeks against his older friend. It appeared to be having an effect - Chris' hips shifted a couple of times, as if trying to get more comfortable. "Want me to do your chest again?" "Umm..." Chris' voice had an apprehensive tone to it, unusual for the cocky stud. "No, I'm actually good for now. Thanks though, bunny." Tom's eyebrows knitted slightly, confused by the response. Maybe he'd misread Evans' intentions the previous day.
"Hey, if you're handing out massages, I'll gladly take one." Tom looked over to find Seb laying face down, pointing over his shoulder at his back. He looked down to see Chris nodding. "He probably needs it more than I do, with that headache he was sporting earlier." A big hand gave Tom's lower leg a friendly pat. Tom rose up and moved over to Seb's lounger. Swinging a leg over the other man, he straddled his body to sit on his lower back. His fingers dug into Seb's shoulders, working into the large muscles there. Down he worked, over the shoulder blades...he was halfway down the rib cage when he heard a low rumbling murmur from below. "Mmm...Tom, that feels great." Tom smiled a little, happy to be where he was. Scooting back, he nestled on top of Seb's rear so that he could get access to his friend's lower back. Reaching the baby blue waistband, he began moving back up, kneading Seb's back and earning more small moans along the way. Reaching the neck, he patted his friend's shoulders to indicate that he was finished. "Think you can do that bunny hop too?" Tom smiled again, in no rush to get off of Seb's broad backside. "Of course." Turning around, he placed his palms on Seb's lower back and began bouncing up and down, earning more groans from his beefy victim. After a few minutes, a hand lightly gripped his ankle, bringing the younger man to a halt. "Um...would you mind hitting my chest too? That's still sore from all of Chris' damn pull-ups this morning." "Yessir." Tom meant the statement as a joke but the words hung in the air, feeling thick with unintended innuendo. He rose up slightly and watched as Seb's form twisted beneath him. A pair of hands rested on Tom's knees, guiding him to rest back down. He felt his rear settle against Seb's chest, one set of firm mounds nestled against another. Slowly, he began to hop again...normal at first, but then Tom shifted gears, his movements becoming similar to the grinding style of bounce that he'd been using on Evans earlier. Picturing Seb's point of view, he knew that on each drop, his butt was arching back a little, popping on display. It seemed to have an effect, with Seb's pouch filling out, the bump of his cockhead becoming more prominent. The slightly-stiffened man meat jiggled more now with each bounce. Tom's sense of encouragement rose as Seb's hands slowly drifted up from his knees, appearing to shift with the hopping movements. Soon, the broad palms were at mid-thigh...and Seb appeared to be at half-mast. Tom leaned forward - not too far, but enough to get a better look. Where the blue fabric was broken by white stripes, he could clearly make out the ridge of Seb's shaft, the head clearly poking its way forward. Heavy with weight, the front of the speedo bounced, trying to contain its shifting contents. "Yeah, that's it..." Seb groaned a little, his body responding to Tom's efforts. Tom's mind filled in the rest of the sentence: ...work it.' His eyebrows furrowed down as his nose scrunched up, trying to place the words. His mouth opened slightly as the previous evening came into sharp focus...they were the same words that Seb had muttered in his sleep. In his mind, a hard cock was wedged into his ass, the words Mmm baby that feels great' hitting his neck. And then hips grinding against his own, punctuated by a breathy `Yeah that's it, work it." Tom gulped, both in surprise and a surge of horniness. Returning to the present, he felt Seb's hands nearly all the way up his thighs...and a dark wet spot showing against the pale blue speedo pouch. It didn't look like Seb was fully hard but was getting close to it...and his growing member had stretched the low-rise speedo, pulling the waistband down to expose a close-cropped patch of hair and just barely showing the root of his cock. Tom's mouth watered at the sight. On the next bounce he purposefully shifted forward just a little - enough that Seb's index fingers nestled into the space where his thigh met his groin.
"How're your arms?" Tom shook his head slightly, trying to form a coherent sentence, his eyes glued to Seb's large bulge, thick fingertips nudging against his balls. "Uh...they're alright." "Still sore?" "A little. You're right - beating Evans is hard." Seb struggled to keep a straight face at that comment, thankful that Tom was facing away. "Yeah it can be. Come here, lean back a little." His hand rose to pat Tom's side, his fingers curling to tug slightly at Tom's waist. Tom's body yielded to Seb's touch, his upper body pulling back to sit straight up again. A strong hand gripped each of his biceps, squeezing and kneading his toned arms. A little groan rustled out of his throat, appreciating the massage. Seb's hands worked their way down to Tom's wrists and then back up...and then made one more trip down the length of Tom's arms, returning to the top of his bicep. The pair of hands fell away, landing at the base of Tom's spine...and began working their magic there. Another moan rolled out, louder this time. Seb smirked, imagining Tom moaning under an entirely different setting. "That feel good?" Tom nodded, swallowing before speaking, remembering the same words just several hours before, as Seb pumped against his rear in his sleep. "Uh...yeah. It feels really good." His hands were resting on Seb's abs, his fingertips digging into the firm flesh as Seb worked his back over, reaching his shoulder blades and then descending back down, moving so slowly that it bordered on pleasure and torture. As his friend's digits dug into his mid-back, Tom leaned forward again, making it easier to massage his lower back. While his upper body moved, his body weight kept the speedo pinned in place, pushing the top of his ass out on display. Seb licked his lips, staring at the maroon waistband, the upper edge of Tom's crack just peeking out into sight.
Tom stared forward, his mouth hanging slightly open - he could feel the strong hands work their way down, oh so slowly. His eyes were latched onto Seb's crotch. The only thing keeping the man's cock from standing straight up was the fact that it was trapped, pointing downward in the speedo's tight material It bobbed with Seb's pulse, a large spot turned dark blue with wetness where his head strained for release through the spandex. The bulge visibly throbbed as Seb's thumbs reached Tom's waistband, continuing the rub-down. Meeting right above the crevice, they spread down and out, enjoying the feel of Tom's taut flesh. Moving back towards the middle, they slid up, kneading into Tom's lower back once more. The smaller man tilted forward a little more, pushing his body back about an inch towards the head of the lounger...the movement shifted the maroon fabric down, exposing more of his rear. Seb's thumbs greedily descended down, pressing into the firm muscle. Tom moved again, leaning forward further and popping his hips a little more, causing the fabric to fall halfway down the globes of his ass, the white skin in brilliant against the maroon color of the speedo. Tom felt Seb's thumbs dive down in the center - and watched as the muscular man's bulge jerked upward in its swimsuit prison, seeming to yearn for attention.
Tom swore he could see beads of clear fluid seeping through Seb's swimsuit, the bulge pulsing. Thick fingers dug down through his crack, the other 8 digits splayed out across his rear. Tom's own fingertips dug into Seb's stomach, kneading them like a happy kitten. He was slightly aware of Seb's thumbs dragging the speedo further down, until it was tucked under his tush, the entirety of his ass on display. Further and further inward the thumbs ventured, until one grazed the edge of his hole...followed by the other thumb. Tom felt the fingers splay out, gripping the round ass, and swallowed hard to suppress a moan. Again and again the tips of Seb's thumbs slid up and down, juuuust tugging at his entrance but not fully pushing against it. Right before he was about to shove his face down towards Seb's crotch, he heard the other man speak again. "How's your chest?" "My...what?" He blinked, confused. `My chest? What the hell?' he thought to himself. He shook his head a little, coming out from the dazed state that Seb's hands had left him in. "Your chest. That was sore too, right?" "Uhh...yeah..." Tom swallowed again, trying to catch his voice while working to figure out Seb's point. "Come here." Seb's fingers slid up over Tom's buns, the tips of his thumbs hooked under the waistband to pull them back up, covering his friend's rear. Continuing up Tom's body, he used his hands to move Tom upright. One hand pushed Tom's bum away while the other pulled his shoulder back and down, until Tom was laying down flat, staring up at the blue sky. "That's better." Seb's hands spread out over Tom's chest, massaging the tight musculature of the small stud. Tom took in his new position - on his back, the bottom of his butt nestled against the hard lump between Seb's legs, his own legs splayed out to the side, his arms resting up and over his head, fingertips curled slightly against Seb's scalp. He felt like a little sex toy on display - and loved it. A long contented sigh rolled out of his throat.
Fingers and palms slid back and forth, giving a good deep rub to his smooth pec muscles. When a thumb slid over his nipple, Tom breathed in sharply, a small jolt running down his body. It shifted over his nipple again, generating another deep breath...this time, his toes curling somewhere far below. Moments later, it grazed over the same spot for a third time, Seb's finger met some resistance - the pliant bump had turned into a hard nub, jutting against the pad of his thumb. He felt Tom's body go stiff on top of his own, the other man's butt flexing in response to the stimulation. Testing a little theory, Seb ran his thumb over the nub again, this time catching it with the edge of his fingernail...and heard a faint little hiss whistle between Tom's teeth. A glute flex turned into an outright grind of the hips as the thumb stayed in place, circling once around the hard nipple before pulling over it once more, eliciting another grind down against his crotch. Seb tilted his own hips back, pushing his crotch up against the firm rear, right where it met Tom's thighs. He slid his hands down, running his thumbs along the contours of Tom's ribs, one muscled ridge at a time. Lower and lower the broad hands descended, reaching the bottom of Tom's ribs where his torso gave way to a flat lightly-chiseled stomach. Tom's hips continued to move in small circles, almost imperceptible to anyone watching...but a movement that Seb could definitely feel and encouraged with his own hips making a subtle rise and fall. Wearing a smirk, he moved his hands back up, knowing that Tom anticipated their continued move south - he was thoroughly enjoying teasing the younger man. His thumbs aligned in the middle of the twink's chest, slowly but firmly sliding out, meeting both hardened bumps at the same time. Tom's ass flexed hard, squeezing down his cock which jerked up on its own accord. There was no mistaking what Tom wanted, nor how badly he wanted it. Biting his lip, Tom's eyes rolled back in his head as Seb's thumbs hit his nipples again...and again...and again. The pretense of a massage maintained above the waist. Below the waist was another matter, with the two men slowly but powerful grinding against one another. Tom's eyes closed as Seb's hands left his chest and began moving south again. Above, his own fingers twitched, lightly rubbing into Seb's wavy brown locks. "How's that feel?" The voice was low and husky, rumbling against his ear. "Mmmm....nice. I feel..." Tom grinned as he relaxed his glutes. "...loosened up." Squeezing them again, he felt the hard ridge of Seb's cock become wedged deeper between his legs, bringing back memories of the previous night. Between the movement and the echo of Seb's own words from the evening, he definitely got a reaction from the other man as the hard meat throbbed against him. "Good." Seb's hands roamed over Tom's abs, giving them a good rubdown. When his fingers reached the speedo's waistband, he moved back up until he encountered the ridge of Tom's ribs again. The digits moved down, slower and more determined this time, splayed out and rubbing inward towards the center of Tom's stomach. Seb allowed his pinky finger to slide under the waistband, rubbing back and forth a few times, getting a feel for a patch of trimmed hair before patting Tom's stomach. "Alright, let's get your shoulders." Putting his hands on Tom's hips, he gently pushed the smaller man down, hearing a quiet gasp as he landed Tom's butt dead-center on his hard cock, saying nothing but sending a clear signal. His hands moved to Tom's shoulders and began rubbing them firmly. Between the shoulder rub and their hips pumping against one another, Tom turned into a hot mess, quietly groaning at the pressure applied above and below. A hand patted his chest once more. "You want me to do your back again?" Tom squinted with curiosity. Afraid that his voice might crack while speaking, he simply nodded and hummed out "Mmhmm." "Okay, let's flip you over then." The strong hands guided Tom as he turned over, doing his best not to stand up and reveal the leaking tent that his speedos had turned into...and unsure why he felt a sudden twinge of modesty. Following Seb's direction, he found himself lying face down, his cheek pressed against his friend's pec - more comfortable than a pillow despite its firmness. The four-inch height difference between the two meant that the position had their groins pressed together, Seb's hardened bulge resting against Tom's balls and the base of his own cock.
Tom gave out a long sigh as Seb's hands went to work again, satisfied from the massage' and eager for to release some sexual tension. He felt the broad palms move lower and lower - the entire time, the two men rolled their hips against each other, the thin fabric of the speedos bunching up as they gently rutted. Reaching the small of his back, Tom expected them to drift further down, he was surprised when they wandered back up. "You want it harder?" "Mmhmm..." He nodded, rubbing his cheek against Seb's chest. The hands ground down into his shoulder blades, pulling a long groan out of the younger man. Another firm press into his back resulted in another groan...one that went longer and deeper this time as he felt Seb's crotch push up against him. His body rocked back and forth, his torso pushed down by the deepened massage while his hips were lifted by Seb's flexing below. His toes curled against the lounger, seeking purchase in order to put some extra power into his own legs as he pushed back, his manhood rubbing into the base of Seb's cock. The kept journeying down, hitting the area below Tom's ribs. "You're really tight." Fuck, you have no idea,' Tom nearly blurted out, keeping the thought to himself. "I uh...yeah. It's...uh..." His words turned to mush for a moment with each simultaneous press of Seb's palms and groin. "...the premiere...they always...get me worked up." "Ah...can't have that, little guy. Gonna have to find a way to keep you relaxed." "Mmhmm, yeah...well, you're doing a great job..." "Thank you." Even though he couldn't see Seb's face, he could hear the smile in his friend's voice. Seb's hands were at the very base of his back, right where it began rising up again into the curve of his ass. Tom whimpered involuntarily as the hands moved up and down, coming teasingly close to the speedo before backing away, again and again. He ground down, harder than he realized, the aggressiveness of his grinding dislodging Seb's cock from where it was safely nestled downward in his speedo. Bumped slightly to the right, it was no longer trapped and began filling out, becoming harder as it lengthened out towards his hip.
Suppressing a growl, Seb allowed the tips of his fingers to push down below Tom's waistband, similar to when they put sunscreen on each other. His fingers swiped outward...and then shifted back towards the center, pushing further below the maroon fabric. Moments later, his thumbs had joined them, his hands entirely underneath the speedo as he squeezed the butt he'd been appreciating from afar for so long. Tom pushed his hips up, eager to feel his rear get manhandled by the beefy stud...and the momentary gap between their bodies was all the space that Seb's cock needed to finish its upward movement, now fully engorged as it hugged itself along Tom's own member.
Tom ground against Seb's body, quiet moans rolling out of his throat. Seb was breathing heavily - his fingers curled hard into the flesh of Tom's rear, squeezing the hot little ass for all it was worth. The muscles were hard but covered in soft flesh with just the right amount of give...his mind flashed with images of that juicy ass bouncing as he slammed his pole in and out of it, Tom on all fours taking it like a champ. He felt Tom's hips shift suddenly, causing that tight butt to slide under his grip...and in it's new position, his right hand was now splayed out right in the center, his middle finger in Tom's crack. Between Tom's cute little whimpering sounds and his own daydream, Seb's finger moved on its own, sliding up and down, appreciating the tightness and heat. Finding the little knot of flesh, the tip of his finger grazed it, turning Tom's whimper into a hungry little whine. Growling, he ran his finger in a small circle, teasing. Below, his cock pushed up over the waistband of his low-rise speedo, the tip jutting into Tom's skin. The sweat on Tom's body had made it more slick than Seb anticipated...what was supposed to be a firm teasing nudge went to another level as the tip of his finger slid inside Tom's entrance. Now it was his turn to gasp as Tom pushed back slightly, taking the finger in to the first knuckle before squeezing his ass, making a tight grip on Seb's digit. He pulled it back slightly, only to feel Tom shift backward again, taking yet more of the finger. Growling softly, he decided to give the little stud what he wanted and pushed, plunging his finger in all the way. He heard Tom's breath hitch and pulled back, jamming it back in all the way. Again. And again. And again. It was so hot, so tight...he wanted to hear all the sounds that Tom could make as his hands squeezed Tom's ass, his digit diving in and out as he fingerbanged Tom's hole. The feeling of Tom's lips barely registered in his mind...and suddenly he felt a pair of teeth chewing on his nipple. He glanced down to see Tom staring up at him, a hungry needy look etched into his features, his mouth latched onto Seb's nipple and sucking on it for all he was worth. Seb felt his cock jerk and throb - his body was rushing towards the edge.
Not wanting this to end so quickly and definitely not wanting to cum in his own speedos, Seb yanked his finger out of Tom's hole and slid his hands out from under the swimsuit. The sudden movement caught Tom by surprise, his mouth hanging open slightly, the nipple falling away from his lips. The pair stared into each other's eyes, Seb's hands lightly squeezing Tom's hips, Tom's hands palming Seb's chest with his fingertips digging in, kneading a little less heavily with each flex of his hand, their breathing gradually slowing down. "That's uh...you're really good at...massages." Tom gave a crooked grin, trying to look nonchalant and sexy at the same time. The result was what Seb thought of as `adorkable', sending butterflies flying around his stomach. He resisted the urge to pull Tom up into a kiss, grinning back instead. "You're pretty good yourself. Glad you enjoyed...it." The pair continued gazing at each other, perfectly comfortable in the silence as their heart rates and breathing returned to normal. Tom pushed up gently with his palms, lifting himself upright. He shifted his weight, preparing to stand up and return to his own lounge chair...until he was stopped by Seb's hand holding his hip. "Tom?" The younger man locked eyes with Seb, waiting to hear what his friend would say next. "You're getting up?" "Uh, yeah...figured the...uh, massage...was over?" "Yeah. Do you umm..." Seb put on a winning smile. "Do you think you could get some water?" Tom blinked for a moment, the request catching him off-guard, before breaking out into a chuckle. "Yeah, no problem." He leaned to stand up again...and once more was stopped by Seb's hand. He sat, waiting in no hurry to move, feeling the hard cock throb against his ass. "Um...sorry...could it be in a cup? Not the bottled water?" Tom grinned, realizing that Seb wasn't eager for him to get up either. "A cup, not a bottle. Got it." He leaned to his left again...and then pulled back to center, pushing his hips down. "No ice?" Seb pumped his hard cock, appreciating the feeling of Tom's body straddled on top of his. "Actually, ice would be great. It's warm out today. Thanks." He watched as Tom rose, his rear lifting a few inches into the air before dropping down again, pressing his rear into Seb's crotch, both men grinding slightly and grinning. "Um..." Seb tried not to giggle, watching as Tom tried to come up with an excuse to stay put. "Do you want...lemon in the water?" "I don't think we have any lemons." "Oh. No lemons." The eyebrows furrowed in the most adorable way, thinking hard. "Is there anything else you want? While I'm up?" Seb swallowed, thinking of all the things he wanted from Tom, ranging from sweet and sensual to the dirty and kinky. "No, I'm uh..." He flexed his cock, pushing it into the hot space between Tom's legs. "...I'm good." He grinned as he watched Tom's eyes close with pleasure for a moment before opening again, warm and friendly with a hint of hunger. A little happy purr rumbled out of his chest as he rose up, both men ignoring the fact that Tom's speedos were hanging very low on his hips, the front a wet mess of sweat and precum, with a very noticeable tent raging forward...which they both pretended not to notice. Seb had a big smile as he watched Tom walk away, the pole in his swimsuit pointing the way, his cute slim muscled body disappearing as he descended the stairs.
"Well, that was quite the show." Seb looked over to find Chris staring back, comically pretending to wipe drool from his chin. "Shut up." The pretense of being irritated at his buddy was undermined by his chuckle and big grin. "I mean, damn. I teased his ass but you were over there squeezing it like you were on a grocery store trip." "Shut up." "Seriously. How are those melons?" "I hate you so much." Chris tilted his head back, laughter erupting into the air. Looking back over, he lowered his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, staring into Seb's face across the space between them. "No you don't. You love me." "No, I don't." "Yes you do. Especially when I..." "Hush. Tom'll be back any second now." "Fine - we'll finish this conversation later." "Will you finish as quickly as you do other things?" Seb winked devilishly at his friend, watching the cocky attitude disappear. Chris stared at the quip, his mouth hanging open before closing, returning to a big grin. "You little shit. Last time you were begging me to FINALLY finish because you couldn't take any more after what...an hour?" "Shut up." "Chris...oh, it's so good...I can't take anymore...please..." "Shut. Up." "Finish quick, my ass. I hate you." Seb stared at Chris, smiling from ear to ear. "No you don't - you love me." Chris glanced over as he saw the top of Tom's head appear as he came up the stairs. He pushed his sunglasses back up, his lips set into an irritated expression. "Fuck you, Stan." "Maybe later." Chris' jaw dropped again, causing Seb to smile even wider. He took the offered cup of water from Tom, thanking him and making a note that the younger man's package looked like he'd rearranged things and tried to quickly make himself look presentable again. That's a shame,' Seb thought, He looks good as a hot little mess.' He shook the thought out of his head, trying to get his cock to behave while Tom lay down on his own lounger, face down, that cute perky bottom making Seb's mouth water.
The three friends relaxed the rest of the afternoon, making no mention about the massage, acting completely normal as if the guys groping Tom's ass two days in a row was a perfectly ordinary vacation activity. Tom stayed in the lounger, nursing a beer while Chris and Seb worked on dinner. Down below, Evans kept trying to pry details out of Seb, growing irritated as the other man kept his mouth shut, just smiling and shaking his head. "Ugh, you suck." "Sometimes." Chris stopped chopping a carrot, holding it out in front of him. "Sometimes? Any time I've pulled it out and asked you to. You've never said no." Seb looked over with a shrug and a smirk, continuing to stir the pot...the one in front of him and Chris' attitude. "Hey, it's nice. Tastier than that carrot." He winked, turning back to focus on dinner. "I hate you." "You love me. Anyway...what's the story on the air conditioner?" Chris stood still for a moment, thinking. "Um, I think it's still broken. What do you think?" "That's great that it's still broken. Definitely slept well last night." "I noticed. Brought toss and turn in your sleep' to a new meaning." Seb grinned, shaking his head at Chris' barrage of puns. "Okay, thought you might have been awake...didn't hear any snoring." "Ugh, whatever. Anyway...yeah, the air conditioner looks like it's still broken.' Might be able to `fix' it tomorrow." Seb nodded in agreement, continuing to work on dinner. He waited, knowing that his buddy couldn't stand silence for very long. "Okay, so did you get your finger in? How tight did he feel?" Chris glanced over to just see Seb shrug, still refusing to cough up any details. "Oh my god. Come on man." "A gentleman doesn't tell secrets." "A...the fuck what?" Chris shook his head, eyes wide and mouth open, blown over by Seb's comment. "Gentleman? A gentleman doesn't dry hump his little buddy out in the open, pawing at his ass. Fuck you, gentleman." "Maybe - " "Maybe later. Har har. I...nevermind." He exhaled in exasperation. When Seb started laughing at him, Evans reached over and started swatting at him, a joking slap fight erupting in the kitchenette. Finishing up, they brought the food up top and ate dinner. The three took turns telling jokes, competing to come up with the cheesiest one, a contest that Evans won to no one's surprise.
Tom soon found himself in the shower, admiring Seb's body through the shower curtain as the other man brushed his teeth. Feeling perky, he opened the shower curtain all the way and reached for the towel, drying himself out in the open instead of hiding behind the curtain...as much hiding as a clear shower curtain allowed. He took his time, noticing that Seb's eyes darted over occasionally, enjoying teasing the other man. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he slid past Seb, making as much body contact as possible in the small space. Spitting and rinsing, Seb dropped his speedo and stepped into the shower...watching as Tom stopped short of licking his lips, just the tip of his tongue showing before disappearing out of sight. Both men took their time, Seb showering with his body near the clear curtain while Tom made sure that his teeth were very thoroughly clean. Finishing, Tom left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. He was about to open the dresser drawer when he felt the heat hanging in the air. "The air conditioner still isn't fixed?" "Nope. Going to take another crack at it tomorrow." Tom's eyebrows, nose, and lips twitched...a facial expression that Chris couldn't quite place as the young man tried to figure out the situation. He gave out a little grunt, looking at Evans stretched out in the bed. "Hawaii?" "Yep. Hawaii." Evans watched as Tom shrugged slightly, returning to the bathroom...and re-emerged completely naked, sliding under the sheet and crossing his arms over himself. "Hawaii," the little Marvel actor tried to sound nonchalant. He chuckled and ducked away as Evans ruffled his hair. The sound of the shower died down, followed by the rustling noise of Seb drying off.
Chris reached up and flicked a switch, turning off the lights. Tom watched as Seb moved into the room, his nude form glowing in the moonlight, soaking in the sight of the muscles and plump cock before they disappeared under the sheet. The next thing he knew, Chris' arm reached behind his back and pulled him close, right up against the big stud's muscular frame. "You got cuddle time last night, Stan. It's my turn." Tom blinked, trying to think of a response. His thought patterns were cut off as the mattress shook and he felt a large weight right behind him...and then Seb's body pressed to his back, a large muscular arm reaching over his side, the hand curling against his chest. "You need to learn how to share." "Whatever." The joking part of Tom wanted to cough up a retort at the other two...but to be honest he was wonderfully content to be part of a stud sandwich. Settling in, he draped his left arm over Chris' chest and slid his foot over the other man's ankle, getting comfortable. He wiggled back a little, settling against Seb's body. "Goodnight guys." He could feel Chris' chest rumble with the words. Behind him, Seb's chest vibrated against his back as he responded. "Goodnight goofball." Tom and Seb both chuckled as they saw Chris' hand raise up, one particular finger waving at Seb before dropping back down. "Goodnight, squirt." Seb's hand patted Tom's chest. Without thinking, Tom's right hand shifted up, resting against Seb's. "Goodnight." Hormones flooded his system...but the day's activity got the better of him and Tom soon nodded off to sleep.
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Tom gave a little sigh, squinting as he woke up. He was normally a sound sleeper but this was not a normal sleeping situation. His lips curled into a contented smile, feeling the big muscles of Chris along his front and Seb along his backside. And...definitely something else. Does he stay hard the entire night?' Tom appreciated the hard hot pole pressed against his ass. He only flexed his ass once before he got distracted. Holy shiii....' He looked down, his eyes wide and his mouth open. His arm was draped across Chris' chest. Beyond his arm, a rod of flesh stood nearly straight up, bathed in moonlight. Tom stared at it, entranced. The sheets were pushed just past Chris' crotch - he must have gotten warm in his sleep and nudged them down. Tom watched as the rigid tower of man-meat stood there, so very tempting. His eyes started at the base, tracing the path of a large vein up along a thick shaft. His hole twitched, imagining the feeling of being stretched on the girthy pole. He swallowed, realizing he was about to drool onto the furry chest, keeping his eyes latched onto the large cock. His gaze continued up, taking in the sight of the large plum-shaped head, a big knob sitting on the end of a thick piece. If he had to guess, he'd put the whole thing at about eight inches long...and wonderfully thick. Tom felt that the word `fuck stick' had been specially created for this specific beautiful specimen of dick.
A bead appeared at the very top, shining as the moon light struck it. Tom stared as the large member throbbed - the pearl grew in size before rolling down over the bulb, dropping down to the flat abs below. Soon, another drop appeared, grew, and followed the same path. Tom swallowed, suddenly feeling very hungry. A third drop repeated this sensual little show. When the hefty cock throbbed once more and yet another bead of precum appeared, Tom moved before he could help himself. Carefully lifting his arm, his hand glided through the air, his fingers outstretched in the space between cock and abs, waiting until the drop rolled off of the meaty knob and hit his fingers. Tom pulled his hand back, his fingertips disappearing into his mouth, nearly moaning with delight as he tasted the stud's juices. The pole quivered and another drop appeared. Tom caught it as it too fell, waiting for a second drop to hit his fingers before sticking them back in his mouth, the flavor spreading over his taste buds. He was in a little slice of heaven as the thick cock continued throbbing, pulsing out pearl after pearl of Evans' juices. After nearly a dozen samples, Tom pushed his luck. Waiting for another drop to fall, the large veiny member jerked, rising up a half inch before falling back down, gravity and its hefty weight pulling it down, bumping against Tom's fingers. As if touching fire, Tom jerked his hand back. He savored the taste, deciding not to go any further or risk Chris waking up.
Reaching down one more time, he slowly and carefully lifted the sheet, modestly covering Chris' crotch. He lay there, hearing Chris' heartbeat against his ear, watching as the large tent bounced slightly, feeling another hard cock nestled against his ass...feeling both very happy and frustrated at the same time. Tomorrow he was going to have to find a way to get some alone time and wank one out before he started climbing the walls.
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
Thanks, as always, for reading. This chapter was supposed to be "shorter and come out sooner". It turned out to be longer...and work got intense, which made writing difficult. Should be on a roll from here on out. This will likely be the longest story arc yet, so really don't want to have too much of a delay between each chapter. fingers crossed
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