Chapter 52

“Fuck,” Chase moaned, “fuck, I’m close.”

Trevor reached between them and wrapped a hand around his own cock, swollen to its max. He tugged as Chase shoved in deep, then dragged his hand down to the base as Chase pulled out. After a few well-timed strokes, Chase was muffling his groan against Trevor’s shoulder and Trevor’s own shout of release was held behind his clamped lips. Come splattered their heaving chests as he milked the orgasm, drawing it out, intensely aware of his ass spasming around Chase’s cock.

They lay there, panting, until Chase gently pulled out and discarded the condom. Trevor’s ass ached pleasantly as it adjusted, although the lube was sticking between his cheeks and he tried not to think about how he’d have to walk to the shower like this. That was for Future Trevor to worry about. Right now, he was too blissed to care.