The Half of Us (Family 4)

“Get naked,” he commanded.

Nodding, Abe crunched up, reached over his shoulders, grasped his shirt, and tugged it over his head. He lay back down, unbuttoned his jeans, arched up, and then shoved them and his briefs off his trim hips and down his legs.

“You have a great body,” Jason said, enjoying the view of smooth, pale skin and lithe muscles. Abe’s cock was different from his, lighter in color, not as thick or long, and without prominent veins. Jason cupped it, enjoying the weight and heat in his hand. “And a really pretty dick.”

Abe lay still, letting Jason touch and explore. A light smattering of fuzz covered his round, tightly drawn balls. Lowering his face, Jason lapped at them, enjoying the texture of the wrinkled skin.

“Oh God,” Abe gasped. “You need to slow down. That’s too good.”

Smirking about the fact he had Abe close to bursting already, Jason dragged his hands down Abe’s legs and pushed off his socks. “You’re telling me you can’t get it up again at your age?” He climbed off the bed, pulled off his own socks, and then dropped his jeans and underwear to the ground. “Speaking of which, how old are you?”

When Abe didn’t answer, Jason glanced up to find red lips parted and blue eyes staring at his cock. It’d take someone without much ego to remain nonchalant in the face of that admiring expression, and nobody had ever accused Jason of lacking when it came to the ego department. Or the dick department, which seemed to be making Abe very happy.

“Abe?”

Without raising his gaze, Abe licked his lips. “Yeah?”

Chuckling, Jason climbed back onto the bed and knee walked until his groin was inches from Abe’s face. “Are you going to answer my question?”

“Question?” Abe finally blinked up at him. “Oh, uh, I’m twenty-six.” Slowly, he reached his hand out and wrapped it around Jason’s rigid cock. “Damn.” He nodded. “And, yeah, I’ll get it up again.”

That reverent, gentle touch distracted Jason from everything except getting off. “You want to suck me?” He gripped the base of his dick, planted one hand on the bed, and lowered himself over Abe’s mouth, painting his lips with his cockhead. “Come on.”

Groaning, Abe parted his lips and Jason slid inside. He moved slowly, aware his girth wasn’t easy to take, but Abe didn’t hesitate. He let Jason set the pace, moaning with arousal as his mouth was filled and even managing to get his tongue involved, flicking it over Jason’s heated skin.

“Christ, that’s good,” Jason rasped.

He removed his hand from his cock and pushed it farther into wet heat, not stopping until Abe gagged. Surprisingly, Abe didn’t shove him away. He clutched Jason’s hips and held on as Jason moved out and then plunged back in, over and over again. After a couple of minutes, Abe whimpered, the sound aroused rather than pained.

“It’s sexy how much this is turning you on,” Jason said through gritted teeth. “I’m close.”

Abe bucked and moaned, drawing Jason’s attention to his swollen cock. He flipped around and in one move, thrust deeper into Abe’s mouth and sucked Abe’s dick between his lips. The thin body underneath him went wild, shaking and moaning, gripping him hard enough to bruise and sucking with desperation.

“Ungh,” Jason moaned when early seed seeped onto his tongue. He played too much to swallow, so he pulled back regretfully. “That’s it,” he said as he stroked Abe, still rocking in and out of his mouth. “Give it to me.”

Within seconds, Abe arched and cried out around Jason’s cock as he shot into Jason’s fist. The scent, the sounds, and the sight of that pretty dick releasing a load, tipped Jason over the edge. He barely had time to pull out and start jacking himself before he was grunting his way through his own orgasm, painting Abe’s chin, neck, and chest with his seed. The pleasure seemed to last forever, his breath gone and his balls aching by the time he was spent.

“Jesus,” he said as he collapsed, his leg thrown across Abe’s chest and his face resting on Abe’s flat belly.

“Good,” Abe said as he patted Jason’s head, the motion tired.

Not knowing if it was a question or a statement, Jason said, “Uh-huh,” and then he kissed Abe’s hip. Really good. Damn.

“I need to get some water before we go again,” Jason mumbled after a few minutes. He sat up with a sigh and turned to Abe. “Do you want…?”

Abe’s eyes were closed, his lips were tilted up in a satisfied smile, his hair was mussed, and his cheeks were flushed. He was breathing evenly, deeply, already fast asleep. No way could Jason wake him when he looked so cozy.

After nuzzling his face in Abe’s groin, inhaling his arousing scent, and committing it to memory, Jason got out of bed and gathered his clothes. He didn’t do the same guy twice, not ever, but the sweet blond almost had him leaving his number. Almost.