Bernie’s shaft go hard again. He released Tomas’s arms and stoked his own cock. Jerking hard, he rubbed his thumb over the head of his dick and pressed down in his slit. Moaning, Bernie rotated his ass. His breath hitched as the head of Tomas’s erection rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings. Tomas’s hands cupped his hips, moving him back and forth on his cock.
“Impatient to come? How about I clench around you? Or go faster? Or slower? Rotate my ass, making you go deeper?” He matched each word with the action.
“Talk… too… much…,” Tomas hissed.
“I like to talk. Let you know all you do to me. Make me feel so hot. My cock is so hard. Look at it, so red and wet. All this pre-cum for you. What you do to me. Tastes so good.” Bernie licked his fingers, then laughed wickedly.
He sucked each of his fingers into his mouth slowly, continuing to thrust back on Tomas’s cock and squeezing his ass. He jerked his erection, then rubbed the leaking tip of his cock, coating his fingers. Tomas studied him. Raising his fingers to his mouth, Bernie cleaned them off again. He repeated it over and over again, moving against Tomas.
“Fucker… you….” Tomas couldn’t speak anymore.
“Am I still a kid? Huh? Don’t call me kid anymore. Promise me,” Bernie demanded.
“No kid . My honey .” Tomas’s eyes were clear.
“I like hearing that. Come for me, baby . ” Bernie smiled.
“Your… baby… all… your… baby … h… u…,” Tomas babbled. He arched and groaned as he came. Bernie thrust up and down as he milked his release. Tomas collapsed back, breathing hard. Bernie dropped onto his chest, gasping. Tomas’s hand cupped the back of his head. He pulled Bernie up and kissed him. Bernie moaned and kissed him back. Tomas pulled back and smiled.
“Again. I have a wager to win.”
“No way you’re going to win.” Bernie laughed.
“You’re gonna be walking funny. I’ll go out tomorrow for more condoms. We’ll be spending the rest of the weekend in bed,” Tomas promised.
“Sure. Whatever you say.” Bernie snorted.
“You doubt me?” Tomas asked.
“Hell, yeah. But I’m going to let you try, then gloat.” Bernie chuckled.
“Let’s up the stakes. If I have to get more condoms tomorrow, you’ll go two places and do what I want. Bet?”
“Bet. And I am so going to love rubbing it in.”
“Rubbing it will be all my pleasure. We’ll see who will be gloating come Monday morning.” Tomas grinned widely.
Uneasiness filled Bernie at the grin. He pushed it away. Tomas rolled him and kissed him.
Chapter Four
B ERNIE walked slowly to the kitchen. In the doorway, he frowned at Tomas’s back. The scent of something delicious filled the air. Tomas glanced up from the stove and over at him. He lowered the heat on the stove and walked over to him.
“Uh-uh. You stay over there. You’ve already won the bet.” Bernie put up his hand.
“Yeah, I did. Told you not to doubt me.” Tomas ignored Bernie’s statement, closing the distance between them.
Tomas kissed him gently. Bernie sighed, softly taking in the taste of him. Tomas rubbed his hand under Bernie’s chin, then took his hand, leading him to the table, which was already set. He seated him, then went back to the stove. Bernie leaned back in the chair, thankful it had cushions. The ache he felt was a pleasant memory of their Saturday night and all day Sunday. Tomas had not only won the bet, he had blown Bernie’s mind with his creativity. Bernie grinned. Even walking funny and having Tomas gloating, it was worth it.
“What’s got that smirk on your face?” Tomas asked.
He placed a plate in front of him. Bernie’s eyes narrowed as he took in food presentation that seemed professionally done. The folded crepe had a pale-pink filling with slices of banana visible at the edge. Strawberries and blueberries were spread over the top. Fluffy scrambled eggs and crispy bacon completed the plate. A steaming cup of tea was
“Impatient to come? How about I clench around you? Or go faster? Or slower? Rotate my ass, making you go deeper?” He matched each word with the action.
“Talk… too… much…,” Tomas hissed.
“I like to talk. Let you know all you do to me. Make me feel so hot. My cock is so hard. Look at it, so red and wet. All this pre-cum for you. What you do to me. Tastes so good.” Bernie licked his fingers, then laughed wickedly.
He sucked each of his fingers into his mouth slowly, continuing to thrust back on Tomas’s cock and squeezing his ass. He jerked his erection, then rubbed the leaking tip of his cock, coating his fingers. Tomas studied him. Raising his fingers to his mouth, Bernie cleaned them off again. He repeated it over and over again, moving against Tomas.
“Fucker… you….” Tomas couldn’t speak anymore.
“Am I still a kid? Huh? Don’t call me kid anymore. Promise me,” Bernie demanded.
“No kid . My honey .” Tomas’s eyes were clear.
“I like hearing that. Come for me, baby . ” Bernie smiled.
“Your… baby… all… your… baby … h… u…,” Tomas babbled. He arched and groaned as he came. Bernie thrust up and down as he milked his release. Tomas collapsed back, breathing hard. Bernie dropped onto his chest, gasping. Tomas’s hand cupped the back of his head. He pulled Bernie up and kissed him. Bernie moaned and kissed him back. Tomas pulled back and smiled.
“Again. I have a wager to win.”
“No way you’re going to win.” Bernie laughed.
“You’re gonna be walking funny. I’ll go out tomorrow for more condoms. We’ll be spending the rest of the weekend in bed,” Tomas promised.
“Sure. Whatever you say.” Bernie snorted.
“You doubt me?” Tomas asked.
“Hell, yeah. But I’m going to let you try, then gloat.” Bernie chuckled.
“Let’s up the stakes. If I have to get more condoms tomorrow, you’ll go two places and do what I want. Bet?”
“Bet. And I am so going to love rubbing it in.”
“Rubbing it will be all my pleasure. We’ll see who will be gloating come Monday morning.” Tomas grinned widely.
Uneasiness filled Bernie at the grin. He pushed it away. Tomas rolled him and kissed him.
Chapter Four
B ERNIE walked slowly to the kitchen. In the doorway, he frowned at Tomas’s back. The scent of something delicious filled the air. Tomas glanced up from the stove and over at him. He lowered the heat on the stove and walked over to him.
“Uh-uh. You stay over there. You’ve already won the bet.” Bernie put up his hand.
“Yeah, I did. Told you not to doubt me.” Tomas ignored Bernie’s statement, closing the distance between them.
Tomas kissed him gently. Bernie sighed, softly taking in the taste of him. Tomas rubbed his hand under Bernie’s chin, then took his hand, leading him to the table, which was already set. He seated him, then went back to the stove. Bernie leaned back in the chair, thankful it had cushions. The ache he felt was a pleasant memory of their Saturday night and all day Sunday. Tomas had not only won the bet, he had blown Bernie’s mind with his creativity. Bernie grinned. Even walking funny and having Tomas gloating, it was worth it.
“What’s got that smirk on your face?” Tomas asked.
He placed a plate in front of him. Bernie’s eyes narrowed as he took in food presentation that seemed professionally done. The folded crepe had a pale-pink filling with slices of banana visible at the edge. Strawberries and blueberries were spread over the top. Fluffy scrambled eggs and crispy bacon completed the plate. A steaming cup of tea was
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