Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
But no. Matt pushed down his pants, and his dick, thick and slightly curved, sprang out, as if it were saying hello.
Boar was not so sure about showering together anymore. Sure, he wanted to be naked with a guy, but his body wasn’t anywhere near the muscular silhouette presented by Matt.
He dared lean closer for a kiss though. Despite Matt’s scruff, his lips were soft like minty marshmallow. Boar could’ve melted into them.
Matt let out a groan, hands pushing into Boar’s short wavy hair, the hard dick nudging his thigh. Boar couldn’t stop himself, and touched the warm flesh exposed to him, first resting his hands on the firm shoulders, then—once Matt’s tongue stroked his own--slid them to the meaty pecs.
Exasperated by the onslaught of sensation, he deepened the kiss. Matt’s hungry mouth was set on devouring his, so Boar closed his eyes, indulging in the forbidden connection. As he kneaded Matt’s pec, rolling the nipple under his palm, he slid his other hand lower, all the way to the stiff dick. Matt wasn’t hung like a horse, but his cock was really thick. Boar wasn’t sure how it would feel, but he was positive that he did want to suck it.
Oh, God, how could he handle something so big? What were Matt’s intentions? Where did he hope to take this? Boar was too inexperienced and confused to come up with answers, so he opened his mouth wider and stabbed Matt’s mouth with his tongue. His head spun, but when a steady hand cupped his crotch, he couldn’t stall anymore. A decision was needed, because his dick had already made one, hot, throbbing, and desperate for touch.
He pulled away from Matt only to take off his hoodie and T-shirt, but when he hesitated about his jeans, Matt helped him, by unzipping Boar’s pants for him.
They slumped around his hips, revealing his favorite orange underwear, but under the intense scrutiny of green eyes he felt more naked than he’d ever had in a school locker room. This wasn’t casual nudity. This was sexual.
Matt wanted to be sexual with him.
“Come on, let’s get wet,” Matt said, and pulled Boar toward one of the empty stalls.
Every now and then, Boar peeked at Matt’s cock, unable to look away.
“Y-yeah. I’m dying for a shower.” Boar left his clothes behind, cringing at his own words.
Sure, remind the hot guy who wants to have sex with you that you’re homeless and haven’t washed like a normal person for three days.
But Matt didn’t seem to care. He stopped Boar with a gesture and leaned into the stall before retreating as soon as the water started running. He shuddered, shaking droplets off his head. “Damn, that’s cold!”
Boar snorted and pointed to Matt’s chest. “At least it got your nipples hard.” He still couldn’t believe that he was standing naked next to a man and felt so comfortable. Matt’s behavior didn’t provoke awkwardness. For him, it was all perfectly normal, and Boar found himself eager to follow his lead.
Matt stepped under the stream of water as soon as it heated up, and the way he held Boar by the hair didn’t leave any place for hesitation. “Come here, baby gay.”
Boar’s chest felt too tight, and the rising steam wasn’t helping, but to hell with it. He wanted to forget himself in Matt’s arms, to do what his body knew was right.
Under the warm water, Boar became bolder in his kisses and ran his hands up and down Matt’s sides, while shamelessly responding to Matt grinding against him. The hot rivulets hurrying down their bodies gave Boar a fresh burst of energy, and while he didn’t yet use any soap, his skin felt cleaner already. Matt was a whirlwind of lust, pushing Boar at the cool tiles before he moved his kisses down Boar’s throat. Each touch caused a minor explosion on Boar’s skin, and by the time he got a whiff of shampoo, he was so aroused the slick touch of soapy hands made him shiver all over.
“You like that?” Matt asked.
“Yes,” Boar whispered, set on living in the moment.
He got some shampoo into his hands as well and rubbed it into Matt’s hair just as his new lover did the same for him. The intimacy of this moment was unparalleled with any he’d ever felt, and couldn’t compare to his stupid crushes on boys. He could now see everything he’d been missing out on by saving himself for reasons that had never quite made sense.
This was something else, something that would change the course of his life.
Once they both washed, Matt’s hands wandered all over his chest, rolling across his nipples and caressing his neck, only to finally reach between his legs. The touch sent an electric charge all the way to his toes, and he leaned back, stuck between fear that he’d embarrass himself by coming too fast and the pressing desire to let Matt proceed.