Chapter 93

“Easy, Yank.”

“Sorry.” Tom Alan loosened his grip but started stroking really fast.

Milo winced. “I got hair, too, mate,” he cautioned, hissing with pleasure and pain.

“Sorry.” Tom Alan gripped further up. “I just wanna make you…ya know.”

“Almost there.”

Within a couple of moments came a really deep “Ahhhh!” the vocalization of raucous sex about to culminate in one heck of a male climax—Bill’s. “I’m gonna cum!”

“You go, hockey brute!” Milo yelled. His didn’t seem far behind.

Tom Alan nipped his nipple.

“Holy fuck, Skater Boy!” Milo turned from the view of the hallway and met Tom Alan’s gaze. “What’s gotten into—?” Another sharp inhale took the place of more words when Tom Alan worked up a mouthful of spit, fired it onto Milo’s erection and started stroking him hard.

“I wanna see you…finish,” Tom Alan whispered.

“It’s coming, luv! It’s coming.”

Tom Alan pumped him against his cheek, then his lips, then his tongue.