Carl whined, hunching, and his eyes opened. He twisted his fingers into Devon’s hair, holding him still and steady. He stared into his eyes with that crystal-blue gaze, and gritted out, “Don’t move. Hold still.”
Devon stopped his fingers, froze his mouth in place, and gazed at Carl for a long moment.
“Now,” Carl said, urgently. “Again.”
Devon moved his fingers and sucked hard, not at all shocked when Carl gripped his head and thrust up, shooting into his throat. He gobbled what he could, trying to keep any being wasted, but of course, just as he’d imagined, his mouth overflowed and cum dripped down Carl’s cock, coating his balls and slipping to aid Devon’s fingers as they fucked in and out of Carl’s gripping hole.
“Fuck,” Carl groaned as he collapsed back, trembling. “Holy fuck.”
Devon was about to die now, his cock screaming for release. He climbed onto the sofa, straddling Carl’s hips, and got to his feet. Standing over Carl, he was dizzy with need, but he was able to bend his knees, grip the back of the sofa with one hand, and press his cock against Carl’s lips. “Please,” he whimpered, and Carl opened for him. Jerking himself hard and fast, Devon’s body clenched as he unloaded almost hurtful spurts of jizz into Carl’s eagerly sucking mouth.
Groaning, Devon sank down, nipples singing, cock thudding, and balls roaring. He felt Carl’s cock pressing against his stomach as they panted together. They’d toppled over, gripping each other like a lifeline and breathing like they might start crying.
“Wow,” Carl said. “I think I came so hard my eyeballs shot out my dick.”
“Me too.”
“Is it always this good?” Carl asked. “When I get to LA, will the guys I fuck make me come like this?”
Devon trembled in Carl’s arms as he considered it. Hadheever come like this with anyone before? Never. Most of his sexual experiences had been pleasurable, fun, but this was as if he were peeling back layers of himself he hadn’t known existed and uncovering his real self underneath. This was like being scrubbed raw and rediscovering the meaning of life. This was epiphany after epiphany.
And he was having it with a virgin.
Well, former virgin.
No way was Carl a virgin now.
“Devon?” Carl asked uncertainly. “Will they? Make me feel this good?”
Devon cleared his throat. “Maybe. I don’t know. They could, I guess.” God, he hoped not. He didn’t want Carl begging anyone but him for anything at all. He didn’t want Carl arching on anyone else’s fingers. Or swallowing anyone else’s cum.
“I don’t think they will,” Carl said, and he sounded a little devastated. “I think this is the best it gets.”
Devon was silent. He didn’t know what to say. It was the best he’d ever gotten, and he wasn’t able to deny that. But he also didn’t know what to do with the sadness in Carl’s voice.
The kid was leaving. Devon had school.
It was this weekend and nothing more.
There was no time to waste. No orgasm to leave unexperienced. This could be the best sex either of them ever had. This and only this.
“C’mon,” Devon said. “Let’s go upstairs. If we start up again, I’m going to fuck you. For that, we’ll need supplies.”
Carl gripped Devon closer. “In a minute. Rest now. We have all weekend.”
Devon settled in, but the anxiety didn’t leave his heart. Theydidhave all weekend. But what was he supposed to do about the fact that he knew deep down that wasn’t going to be long enough.
***
“It’s f-fine. No,it’s good. No, I mean it. It’s g-good. For real. Yes.”
Devon woke to the sound of Carl’s whispers and opened his eyes to see him standing naked by the back window, staring out at the night forest, his cell phone pressed to his ear.
“Hope, he’s great. J-just like I knew he would be. I’m fine. You worry too m-much.”
He sighed.
“I’m st-stuttering because I think I’m going to regret this for the r-rest of my l-life.” He wiped a hand over his face. “B-because it’stoogood. I think our chemistry is…it’s…we’re…ugh, I can’t say it. No, n-not because of the s-stutter. Because it’s too real.”
