Page 51 of The Other Side

“I’ll check.” Drum reached up, pressed open the button on Osian’s jeans, leaned in and pulled the zip down with his teeth. He looked up and smiled. “I’ve never done that before.”

“What an amazing talent.”

Drum laughed.

“Which you are not to try on anyone else,” Osian added.

Drum leaned in, pressed his mouth against the bulge in Osian’s boxers and exhaled.

Air rushed back into Osian’s lungs as he gasped. The sensation of Drum’s warm breath on his cock through the material of his shorts turned him on so quickly, his knees shook. Drum had moved his hands to Osian’s lower back, tugging at the waistband of his jeans. Osian couldn’t believe this was happening, really couldn’t believe it was Drum who’d started it, that Drum could want him as much as he wanted Drum.

Then a hand took the place of Drum’s mouth as he eased Osian’s cock free of his clothing. He was fully hard, the head slippery with precome. Drum landed soft little kisses the length of his dick and Osian couldn’t take his eyes off him. Drum’s eyes were glazed as he looked up, his cheeks flushed as he kept kissing him, teasing him. Heat raced down Osian’s spine. This was bliss. This was agony.

Agony because Drum was making him desperate to ram his cock down his throat. He shouldn’t do that. Oh gods, I want to. Drum licked from base to tip, then did it again and Osian shuddered. He slid his hands into Drum’s hair and pulled him in. Drum wouldn’t be rushed. He took the tip into his mouth, ran his tongue around it and then sucked. Osian came up on his toes.

“Drum!” he gasped.

Drum shoved Osian’s jeans and underwear down, wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and sucked. Feeling himself pulled into a hot, wet, tight mouth—Drum’s mouth! —was such an overload that Osian struggled to keep his eyes open, but he did. The tip of Drum’s cock was poking out of the top of his shorts and when Drum dropped one hand down to grip his own cock, Osian groaned.

Drum looked up at him, his mouth wrapped around Osian’s shaft, his cheeks flushed, before he dipped his head down to take more of him, gagging a little as he went deep. Fuck! Osian tightened his grip on Drum’s hair and pleaded with his balls not to detonate. Not yet. But as Drum deep-throated him, Osian knew he was on countdown. The sensation of feeling Drum’s throat spasm against his cock had all sorts of garbled rubbish rushing from his mouth. One moment of sense shoved through.

“Stand up. This first time, let’s come together.”

As Drum shed the rest of his clothes, Osian did the same. It was one small moment of calm before he pulled Drum in against him so their cocks were aligned and they each had a hand between them. There was enough precome to let their cocks slide against each other. Their mouths met as their hands pressed their cocks together, slightly at an angle so the most sensitive areas got the best touch.

Osian pulled off Drum’s mouth to breathe and dropped his head to his shoulder as groans burst from his lips. Short rough thrusts were working their magic and the way their hands were trapped was part pleasure and part pain. Still too fast.

“Let me do something,” Osian said with a gasp.

Drum leaned back against the table, his chest heaving.

“Trust me?” Osian asked.

His answer was a smile.

Osian moved in, pulled his foreskin back, then pressed the tip of his cock against Drum’s. He eased Drum’s foreskin over the head and shaft of his own cock as far as he could, then released his own foreskin and pulled it over both their cocks making sure Drum’s foreskin stayed in place.

“Wh…what…” Drum gasped.

“You’ve never done this?”

“No.”

Their cocks were tip to tip encased in each other’s foreskin. Osian could feel more precome forming between them and as he jacked them both off, the suctioning effect was so intense, he felt as if he could implode. Then Drum wrapped one hand around his and brought the other hand to the back of Osian’s neck.

“Fuck,” Drum gasped. “This is so hot.”

It was as if a surge of lightning whipped through Osian’s groin. He and Drum came at the same time, and Osian could see the coupled foreskin filling with come as their bodies spasmed. As they slid apart, Osian wrapped his fingers around their still hard cocks and kissed him.

Osian felt as if he’d hardly surfaced after being tumbled over and over by a huge wave. Swamped by relief and pleasure and the knowledge that Drum had come as hard as he had made him so happy.

They showered—separately. There was barely enough room for one person in there, let alone two. By the time they crawled into bed, Drum looked as if he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Then they sprang wide open. “Didn’t check the locks.”

“I’ll do it,” Osian told him.

Drum hesitated, then nodded.