Chapter 60

Still keeping his eyes on the mirror, Calvin began to move, thrusting slow and deep, fascinated by the sight of them. He could watch his own expressions, his own movements. Something he’d never even guessed he would be interested in. Didn’t that make one narcissistic? Calvin didn’t know. He just knew watching his cock pull out and push in to Matt was hot.

He hiked Matt’s legs up higher, bending him nearly in half as he speared his ass over and over. Matt’s hand sped up, tugging harder on his cock, reaching down to squeeze his balls. His face was flushed, his forehead beaded with sweat.

“Calvin, I’m gonna come.”

“Good, do it,” he urged.

Calvin’s orgasm didn’t tingle gently up his spine, it slammed through him, as intense and deep as his last few thrusts, even as gobs of opaque white cum shot out of Matt’s cock.

He collapsed next to Matt, both of them panting heavily. His eyes drifted closed.

“Mmm. I smell dinner.” Matt slapped his ass and rose from the bed.