the one holding back, and he felt too inexperienced to take charge.
Finally Summer slipped Christopher’s shorts off and slid a warm hand between his thighs just shy of his balls.
“I’ve never…,” Christopher mumbled incoherently.
“You’ve never what? Been sucked off by a boy?” Summer asked with a wicked smile as he crouched between Christopher’s naked thighs and blew warm breath lower and lower down his stomach.
Christopher shook his head. Part of him wanted to close his eyes and throw his head back against the pillow. The other part needed to watch.
“I’m pretty good with my mouth,” Summer said, pausing to flick his tongue against the hollow of Christopher’s hip. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
I’m going to come before you even do anything, Christopher thought helplessly.
The sight of Summer’s mouth—his perfect lips opening around Christopher’s swollen hard flesh—tipped him over. Summer guided Christopher’s dick deep into his mouth even as the come spurted out of it, his tongue licking him, his throat swallowing again and again, sucking him until he was soft, and Christopher could no longer take the sensation. Feeling blissful and weak, Christopher watched through slitted eyes as Summer knelt between his thighs and jerked himself off, coming so hard his spunk hit the pillow by Christopher’s head.
Christopher pulled him down and kissed him, already turned on again.
A ROUND LUNCHTIME , Summer went downstairs in search of some food. Christopher no longer felt like he needed sustenance. With Summer by his side, he felt as though he could survive on air.
When Summer came back, it was with Sky in tow, and the three of them ate together. After they’d finished, Sky disappeared and then returned carrying a lopsided pile of board games, which she shyly deposited at Christopher’s feet. They were old games with badly cellotaped boxes and missing pieces Summer said he had found left outside a charity shop in town.
From his own experience of being lonely, Christopher recognized Sky’s eagerness to play. He knew she would willingly lose every game on purpose, just so they would play with her again. It broke his heart a little and made him all the more determined to have fun.
“What do you want to play?” Sky asked Christopher, pushing the games in front of him, her eyes not quite willing to meet his.
He pointed at the ludo as it seemed the most intact game, from the outside at least. Christopher watched as Sky carefully laid out the game and all the pieces that were there and passed the dice to him for the first go.
Summer leaned his head against Christopher’s shoulder as they played and touched their hands together, as if he wanted to remain in physical contact at all times.
As the hours rolled past, Christopher knew he had never felt so at home anywhere before. He didn’t mind in the slightest that he was having to share the short amount of time he had left with Summer—he didn’t want to think about that at all—he just enjoyed Summer’s and Sky’s company. It occurred to him that this was what real families might do, what being part of a real family might feel like, and here they were, the three of them, having had such crap family experiences so far, now fitting in with each other as if this was how things were meant to be.
But as evening approached, Summer began to get tense.
Christopher had never felt this perceptive with anyone in his life before, but he could tell from the skittered glances and the uncertain but constant movement of Summer’s fingers that his anxiety was building.
When Sky went downstairs to get a drink, Christopher sensed this was the time they should be leaving.
“Wish I could keep you here in my room,” Summer said, plucking at the duvet he had just pulled up over his bed.
“Me too,” Christopher responded, hoping his voice wasn’t cracking the way his heart was.
When they had cleared away all the games from Summer’s
Finally Summer slipped Christopher’s shorts off and slid a warm hand between his thighs just shy of his balls.
“I’ve never…,” Christopher mumbled incoherently.
“You’ve never what? Been sucked off by a boy?” Summer asked with a wicked smile as he crouched between Christopher’s naked thighs and blew warm breath lower and lower down his stomach.
Christopher shook his head. Part of him wanted to close his eyes and throw his head back against the pillow. The other part needed to watch.
“I’m pretty good with my mouth,” Summer said, pausing to flick his tongue against the hollow of Christopher’s hip. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
I’m going to come before you even do anything, Christopher thought helplessly.
The sight of Summer’s mouth—his perfect lips opening around Christopher’s swollen hard flesh—tipped him over. Summer guided Christopher’s dick deep into his mouth even as the come spurted out of it, his tongue licking him, his throat swallowing again and again, sucking him until he was soft, and Christopher could no longer take the sensation. Feeling blissful and weak, Christopher watched through slitted eyes as Summer knelt between his thighs and jerked himself off, coming so hard his spunk hit the pillow by Christopher’s head.
Christopher pulled him down and kissed him, already turned on again.
A ROUND LUNCHTIME , Summer went downstairs in search of some food. Christopher no longer felt like he needed sustenance. With Summer by his side, he felt as though he could survive on air.
When Summer came back, it was with Sky in tow, and the three of them ate together. After they’d finished, Sky disappeared and then returned carrying a lopsided pile of board games, which she shyly deposited at Christopher’s feet. They were old games with badly cellotaped boxes and missing pieces Summer said he had found left outside a charity shop in town.
From his own experience of being lonely, Christopher recognized Sky’s eagerness to play. He knew she would willingly lose every game on purpose, just so they would play with her again. It broke his heart a little and made him all the more determined to have fun.
“What do you want to play?” Sky asked Christopher, pushing the games in front of him, her eyes not quite willing to meet his.
He pointed at the ludo as it seemed the most intact game, from the outside at least. Christopher watched as Sky carefully laid out the game and all the pieces that were there and passed the dice to him for the first go.
Summer leaned his head against Christopher’s shoulder as they played and touched their hands together, as if he wanted to remain in physical contact at all times.
As the hours rolled past, Christopher knew he had never felt so at home anywhere before. He didn’t mind in the slightest that he was having to share the short amount of time he had left with Summer—he didn’t want to think about that at all—he just enjoyed Summer’s and Sky’s company. It occurred to him that this was what real families might do, what being part of a real family might feel like, and here they were, the three of them, having had such crap family experiences so far, now fitting in with each other as if this was how things were meant to be.
But as evening approached, Summer began to get tense.
Christopher had never felt this perceptive with anyone in his life before, but he could tell from the skittered glances and the uncertain but constant movement of Summer’s fingers that his anxiety was building.
When Sky went downstairs to get a drink, Christopher sensed this was the time they should be leaving.
“Wish I could keep you here in my room,” Summer said, plucking at the duvet he had just pulled up over his bed.
“Me too,” Christopher responded, hoping his voice wasn’t cracking the way his heart was.
When they had cleared away all the games from Summer’s
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