Out in the Field (Out in College 4)

I flattened his dick against his stomach and played with his balls, brushing my nose against them before licking the sensitive skin above his entrance.

“Oh, my God. Are you…”

“Yeah, I am,” I replied.

I flicked my tongue and licked. And I couldn’t stop. I loved the way he tasted. I was drunk on the power he gave me as he moaned and jacked his cock. I had a feeling that the second I pushed my finger inside him, he’d fall apart. As much as I didn’t want this to end, I was close to losing it too. I rose on my knees and rubbed the puckered skin before gently breaching his hole. He went crazy. He gyrated wantonly and begged for more. I pushed a second digit inside and finger-fucked him in earnest before bending over to swallow his cock.

“Yes! Oh fuck, Max, I’m gonna come.”

I sucked harder, milking every last drop as Phoenix writhed in pleasure beneath me. Then I moved up his torso, licking sweat from his belly button to his nipples before flattening myself over him and covering his mouth with mine. He pushed his tongue between my lips and shuddered with a blissed-out sigh. Finding out that my pretty theater geek had a thing for cum was my undoing. I hooked my leg over his and held him close as I pumped my hips rhythmically until my release slammed into me a moment later like a rogue wave.

It took a couple of minutes to resurface. I couldn’t stop shaking. Phoenix wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my arms soothingly. I gently untangled myself from his hold and kissed his temple.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

I stumbled into the adjoining bathroom and grabbed a clean towel. I swiped the jizz and sweat from my stomach with one end before heading back to the bedroom.

Phoenix hadn’t moved. He lay with one hand over his eyes and the ghost of a smile on his lips. I moved stealthily into the room and jumped on top of him, straddling his thighs so my spent penis rested against his.

He squealed like a kid. “What are you doing?”

“This is a game I like to call ‘cum or no cum.’ I’ve got a towel here…clean on one end, cummy on the other. See if you can guess which side is which.”

“What happens if I’m right?”

“That’s the side you get to use.”

Phoenix rolled his eyes. “You have to make it more interesting. Like if I guess correctly, you lick my stomach.”

“I’d be all over that, but it’s half-dried jizz now. Kinda gross.”

“Hmm. True. All right…” He pointed to the obviously clean side. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I wiped his stomach and chest, then tossed the towel on the floor and climbed into bed. I pulled the duvet over us before rolling to face him. “That was sexy as fuck. And my answer is yes. All caps.”

He gestured between our naked bodies. “You mean…this?”

“Yeah. I’m talking about your indecent proposal. I think it’s a great idea. But we should set a few rules before jumping into anything.”

“What kind of rules?”

“Basic guidelines to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Don’t worry, Max. I’m not going to assume we’re automatically boyfriends because of a blowjob,” he assured me as he sat up.

I circled my arm around his waist and moved on top of him before rolling to my side so we faced each other. “Hey. It wasn’t just a blowjob.”

“No. It was…wow.”

“It was,” I agreed.

Phoenix propped his head on his elbow and slipped his left leg between mine. “How often should we meet?”

“As often as possible. We can work it out when we talk about rules and stuff. Want to meet for dinner next week?”

“Dinner is very date-y. How about…yogurt?”

“Yogurt?” I wrinkled my nose in distaste.

“Yes, there’s a new place I’ve been wanting to try. It’s actually a juice bar, but they have freezes that taste like yogurt. And yogurt is the coffee of the evening. It’s a nonthreatening get-together.”

“Sounds like we’re staging a peaceful protest.”

“In a way we are. But to be on the safe side, we should think of an excuse to be together in case one of our friends happens to see us.”

“We’ll say you’re my ball boy,” I suggested, reaching down to squeeze his nuts.

“No one would believe that,” he snorted, slapping my hand.

“Then we’d better stick to friends.”

“Okay, but if we’re going to pass as friends, I’ll need to know more about you. What are you interested in besides baseball?”

“Nothing,” I replied quickly.

“That’s not possible. You must have other hobbies. You like music, right?” When I nodded he asked, “Who’s your favorite singer or band?”

“Uh. Well, Christian always listens to classic rock. I like some of that, and I like Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains.”

“Okay. How about something from this century?”

“I don’t know. What about you?” I asked before snapping my fingers, “Wait. I remember. You like Pink and Lady Gaga.”