Dirty Boys

spreading his slick spit evenly. Keeping our gazes locked, I spit into my own hand and started rubbing his engorged member.
    He closed the short distance between us and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was sloppy and wet, tongues tangling in and out of each other’s mouth. His hand jerking my cock sped up, and I increased my speed to match. His passion and vigor was sensational, and too pleasurable for me to hold off climaxing. I pulled back from the kiss to grunt, “I’m coming.” Moaning, I shot ropes of come on my chest and stomach. My hand stroking him faltered, but once I recovered from my release, I picked my pace back up.
    I took my other hand off his backside and pressed my middle finger into Connor’s mouth. He sucked gently, and after he got it nice and wet, I returned it to his ass, running my wet finger down his crack. I gently rubbed it against his opening a few times, before slowly pushing inside his tight body, while with my other hand I massaged the underside of his head with my thumb on each upward stroke. His loud moaning and mantra of, “Please don’t stop, never stop, I’m almost there,” along with his closed eyes and expression of total bliss, encouraged me to start thrusting into him, fucking him with my finger while simultaneously working his cock over the edge.
    His release mixed with my own on my chest, but I didn’t mind. I felt amazing, invigorated, and ready for another round in a few minutes. Connor, on the other hand, looked dreamily content and ready for a nap. He stretched and reached for something on the table behind me. Bringing a handful of paper towels back, he quickly wiped away the evidence of our orgasms and tossed the used towels towards his trashcan. I knew I’d be smiling and remembering this when I emptied that trash next week.
    I was surprised when instead of jumping off my lap, he let his head fall onto the junction between my neck and shoulder. I felt his lips press gentle kisses against my skin. One hand I left caressing his ass; the other I rubbed along his back, just enjoying how his body felt as I held him close.
    I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, when it dawned on me that he probably had other things he needed to do, and I had no idea how soon Mark would be back. This also reminded me that I definitely needed to thank Mark for pushing us together. With my hand wrapped around Connor’s lower back, I squeezed him once before murmuring, “You probably need to get back to your yard work.”
    “I have a confession to make.” I felt him smile against my shoulder. “I hate yard work. I only do it so I can see you.” His body felt good relaxed and snuggled against me. I liked that he wanted to cuddle and wasn’t in a rush to separate. “Looks like I might have drooled on your shirt a little.” I was pleased when he didn’t pull away from me like I expected him to.
    “Really?” I asked with disbelief clear in my voice.
    “Just a little, though you probably won’t be able to tell it’s wet.”
    “I meant, you really only do yard work to see me?”
    “Are you kidding? You’re so hot. I was frustrated that I couldn’t find excuses to be outside during the winter. I even tried shoveling the sidewalks when it snowed, but the neighbor’s kid always conned me into paying him to do it.” He sounded exasperated, but there was affection in his voice when he talked about the boy from next door.
    “Why didn’t you ever say anything— if you were interested in me that is?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
    “You always seemed busy, and I didn’t know if you’d like me hitting on you while you were working. Why didn’t you say anything?”
    “You always seemed busy, too.” I tried fibbing, though he had been busy. At his snort, I could tell he didn’t quite believe me. So I was honest. “I didn’t think you would be interested in a garbage man.”
    Connor smiled and gave me a quick kiss. “That never bothered me for a second. Besides, I bet I’ll never have to worry about you forgetting to take out the trash.”
    I smiled back at him and gave a cheesy reply, “I promise I’ll always take the trash out as long as you promise to always mow shirtless.”
    “It’s a deal.” He smiled and leaned down to gently press his lips to mine. I could feel his answering promise in his soft kiss.
    THE END