Get yourself together, Evander.This didn’t need to be some weird, breathless thing. If Ozzy could handle this without freaking then so could he. Evander was already down to his underwear, so he waited for his moment. Ozzy bent down to take off his socks—he’d always said that wearing socks during sex should have replaced that whole ‘honor they father and mother’ thing on the Ten Commandments—and Evander came up behind him. “So I’m curious about something.” Ev ran his fingers down either side of Ozzy’s spine until he felt the rough texture of his waistband. “Is your ass still blindingly white or did you ever figure out how to handle those tan lines?”
“Those tan lines get me more trade than a wallet full of hundred dollar bills during happy hour.”
Evander had no doubt that was true. In his experience, guys went wild for tan lines down below…Evander included himself in guys, but he was contractually obligated to give Ozzy the business, at least a little. “Well then let’s see that milk-white butt.”
“I thought we were just blowing each other.”
“I’m not saying we should fuck.”My cock is saying that. Loudly. “I just want a peek. It used to be a great ass. Want to see how the mighty have fallen.”
Ozzy snorted. “Nothing’s fallen. It’s as perky as ever. At least it better be with all the damn time I waste on squats.” With the angle of the light, Evander could only see a little movement. Then Ozzy’s underwear dropped to the floor and he turned, legs spread. Ozzy sighed. “Well?”
His phone was on the bed, so light came up from above. Ozzy had divots on either side of his ass, and his balls hung low enough they could be seen between his legs. Still white as hell down there, and still with a little mole on the left cheek.
Evander forced himself not to grab on and squeeze. “It’s all right. For a washed up VideoHead star.”
Ozzy grabbed his phone, whipping the light up to eye level. Then he lowered onto the bed, legs spread. “How about you use your mouth for something useful instead of pretending you can insult me?”
Ozzy was half-hard already, jutting up from a pale brown bush. His balls draped onto the edge of the bed. Precum glistened at his slit.
It was giving in, but it was the kind of giving in that Evander could allow. They both knew why they were there. Evander stepped up and placed his hands on either side of Ozzy, then slowly lowered himself down to his knees. He blindly fumbledaround until he gathered up Ozzy’s shirt and underwear to use as a cushion. He didn’t think Ozzy would last forever, if he was hard-up enough to come asking Evander for a helping pair of lips, but in the past, Ozzy usually took a while to finish.Better safe than sorry.
When he was down, he looked up the hard, muscled plane of Ozzy’s body and locked eyes with him. “Light off. You’re not getting this show for free.”
Ozzy rolled his eyes, but obliged, flicking off his phone and letting the darkness fully envelop them again. Somehow, it was easier for Evander to go ahead if they couldn’t see each other.I guess I’m as nervous about getting reattached as he is.If they couldn’t see each other, maybe it wouldn’t bring up any emotions.
Blind, feeling with fingertips and his face, Evander slid forward until he found the wet tip of Ozzy’s cock. He stroked his thumb along the slit and drew the drop of precum to his lips. Salty and musky. Lightning shot straight down Evander’s body, pooling just behind his navel and arcing off to his crotch. Just that taste drew his cock higher.I can’t cum just from suckinghisdick. I’d never live that down. Unfortunately, given how close he’d been when Ozzy knocked, that was far too distinct a possibility.
Pushing all that aside, Evander parted his lips and extended his tongue. When he enveloped Ozzy’s tip, a shuddering groan sounded from up above, followed by a new gush of precum that coated Ev’s mouth. He swallowed that back, then dove forward, not hesitating at all, taking Ozzy as deep as he could. He always liked that.
And apparently still did. Ozzy’s hips bucked, forcing himself a little deeper. Evander struggled not to cough until the spasm of ecstasy faded and Ozzy lowered his butt back onto the bed. Then he pulled back a little, running his tongue around the edgeof Ozzy’s cockhead before diving back down, burying his nose in the sweaty perfume of Ozzy’s pubes.
Ozzyalwayssmelled so damn good.
“Shit.” Ozzy’s voice strangled up from up above. “You’ve been practicing.”
Not as much as I’d like to. Evander didn’t disabuse him of the notion, though. His mouth was otherwise occupied. He bobbed up and down, picking up speed until he reached a steady rhythm. Then he let his hands wander over the soft skin of Ozzy’s thighs, down, down, down until his fingers grazed his target. He took Ozzy’s balls in one hand and gently rubbed them, lifting them out of the way.
Then he pressed the fingers of the other hand against Ozzy’s taint and massaged.
“Fu-u-uck.”
Chapter twenty-three
Ozzy
Try as he might,Ozzy could only hold back the wave of desire for so long. Once Evander went to work on his taint, he was cooked. His balls tightened, but their natural desire to pull up just rubbed them harder against Evander’s palms. Soft, warm palms.
His cock throbbed and he stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stoppedexistingbeyond the inside of Evander’s mouth. That was the only thing that mattered, pulsing and firing off spurt after spurt of cum into that warm, wet hole. His fingernails scraped and scratched at the bedsheets. His throat tightened. His head went light and fuzzy until, finally, everything snapped inside him. He dragged in a heavy breath, his shoulders bobbing, then thrust it out again. Panting, trying to find himself as his softening cock slid slickly out of Evander’s mouth and landed on his thigh.
“Jesus Christ.” Ozzy flopped back on the bed, heart pounding in his ears and lungs burning as he tried to catch his breath, fit himself back into actual reality instead of the otherworldly pocket dimension between him and Evander.
“That didn’t taste anything like pineapple. Shame.”
Ozzy snorted. “Get up here.” He was waiting for post-nut clarity to fall around him, make him realize exactly what he’d done—sucking off his ex when they both knew they didn’t belong together anymore—but that moment never came. Instead, something deep in his core throbbed and ached to have Evander in his mouth. “I want to see if you taste any better, since you’re going to be such a judgmental little son of a bitch.”
“Gee, such a good way to entice me.” Evander climbed across Ozzy, running his hard cock along Ozzy’s thighs, up his belly, then finally straddling Ozzy’s chest, positioning the glistening tip of his cock just in front of Ozzy’s lips. A drop of precum flowed down from Evander’s foreskin.
Ozzy darted his tongue out and took that shiny bead of dew. Bland, a little salty.
