Upon my returned arrival, Crash sends another wave my direction, drenching my already soaked face. I immediately splash him back starting a second water-based skirmish that causes us both to laugh hysterically. He starts talking shit – to no surprise – and I don’t waste my breath on words, finding the air more useful to keep me from getting winded like he is.
His back hits the wall of the pool on a loud defeated exhale.
My body plants itself in front him, trapping him in place by planting one arm on each side of him. “Admit it.”
Our eyes lock, yet Crash refuses to concede defeat.
“Admit that I’m bigger and stronger and a better swimmer than you.”
His face leans forward at the same time he nonchalantly grazes my dick, causing it to stir for what feels like the millionth time. “Are you harder, too?”
The action hitches my breath preventing any sort of answer from leaving me.
All of a sudden, my swollen cock is not only in his grip, but firmly pressed against his. I suck in a loud hiss through my teeth as Crash’s dainty fingers struggle to stay wrapped around both of our shafts. He slowly strokes us together from base to tip, stare challenging me to stop him.
To lie.
To tell him my body’s just betraying me and that this isn’t something I’ve literally dreamt about doing.
I believe I had this very fucking fantasy the night Gillette invited him to come along.
Crash’s voice sinks deeper into even more sultry territory. “What do you think?”
It’s impossible not to grow harder and hornier from hearing it get that low.
“Who’s harder right now, boo? Me,” he squeezes tighter, tempting my hooded stare to completely close, “or you?”
The hold I have on the brick edge is so harsh I swear I’m split seconds away from breaking off a piece.
“Should I keep going?” Crash teases during another stroke. “Do we need a little more time to figure it out?”
A low, hungry growl festers in the back of my throat, blocking my ability to speak.
“Is that a yes?” His mischievous gaze steals a glimpse of my sealed lips. “I’ma need to hear a yes, boo.”
“Y-y-yes.”
He hums in approval and sways his body closer to mine. “And, feel it, too.”
I don’t think twice about smashing my mouth against his.
I don’t run through the obvious consequences or possible problems having him for even a minute might cause to our friendship.
I simply transcribe the request for more to be that of consent and recklessly dive my tongue past his lips into the wonders I’ve never been invited to experience in the past.
My methodical movements, which appear in all other aspects of my existence, are abandoned for awkward, aggressive actions. The lashes given cause our teeth to gnash together. The laps taken are so quick they easily outdo the ones I just finished demonstrating. And, the licks…the licks are so lost and needy and desperate that I steal tastes of every tiny millimeter my tongue comes across. Crash moans over each messy move while mimicking them with his hand. Our swollen cocks are savagely stroked together over and over again, his grip working furiously to match the increasing speed I can’t slow down because if I do, he may come back to his senses.
Or worse.
I may come back to mine.
I swiftly relocate my fingers to the nape of his neck anxious to keep us both tethered to this moment and add more force to my pushes.
Crash matches the pressure on a deep, guttural purr.
We keep at the explosive pace, tongues rapidly tangling together, bodies trembling, cocks thrumming. He relentlessly grinds his entire body like his dick is trying to fuck itself into mine, like it’s trying to carve out its claim on untouched territory. I grunt. I groan. I let rumbles rattle my chest. Work their way up my throat. Pour from me into him and from him back into me. The sounds and vibrations send my mind spinning, making me more inebriated than anything in a bottle ever could.
I try to tear my thoughts away from how incredible the friction feels.
I try to stop my body from bathing in the heavenly sensations that occur each time our balls brush together.
I try to assist in getting air into my aching lungs, yet soothing the tingles that are prickling every nerve ending inside of me is unquestionably more urgent.
His hasty jerking is effortlessly met by my hips thrusting. Broken huffs bounce my broad shoulders and splashes from the water being sloshed around savagely slap us both causing sadistic growls to seep free. The tempestuous twists and tugs curl my toes; however, it’s the abrupt stopping to roll the tip of his dick around the head of mine that breaks us. Despite the way my fingers are digging into his neck for leverage and to aid in the resistance, I’m defeated.
Scorching surges shoot free, forcing my lips to stumble from his. “F-f-fuck!”
Split seconds later, I’m experiencing the same kicks I was just releasing as well as a matching sentiment, “Fuck…”
The word launches my mouth back to his in a selfish pursuit to taste him coming in the only way possible at this moment. I relinquish the hold on his neck to have him completely trapped in my arms. Our bodies continue to quake into one another while our tongues frantically search for some sort of stability.
It’s been a little over a year since I had another person physically make me come, and even when it happened, it didn’t feel this fucking good.
I didn’t immediately wanna go again.
My dick damn sure wasn’t instantly preparing for a round two.
I’m pickier than most of my crew.
I’m also less likely to have a pump and dump with some random piece of ass I just met.
I’m absolutely the least likely to get involved with anyone who goes to the same university.
This instance with Crash isn’t just an improbable possibility because it’s him – fuck, it’s him – but because I’m typically more responsible than this.
Rational.
Reliable.
The reasonable side of me is ready to accept this for the fluke that it, most likely, is yet the other stuttering, sensitive, somewhat shunned portion isn’t quite ready to accept that as the only outcome for the two conflicting ingredients that we are.
The only way to truly find out is to keep experimenting.
Exploring us as a combination.
We might discover this was a once in a lifetime miracle mixture. A random mistake that just so happened to taste good in spite of adding too many boosters into the blender. But, then again… we may end up with something that enhances our everyday existence as opposed to something that simply eats away at it.