Tatum woke to sunlight slicing through his blinds, his body still wired from last night. The memory of Lloyd’s veiny, uncut cock in his mouth, the way Lloyd’s blue eyes burned, had Tatum hard instantly. He shifted in his boxer briefs, trying to shake the image, and headed to the kitchen. Lloyd was there, leaning against the counter, sipping coffee in a towel slung low on his hips. His muscular chest glistened, dark hair trailing down his abs, the bulge beneath the towel obscene. Tatum’s pulse jumped, his own cock pressing against his briefs.
“Morning,” Lloyd said, voice low, a smirk playing on his lips. “We okay after… you know?” His eyes flicked over Tatum, searching, a hint of uncertainty beneath the confidence. Straight-guy nerves, maybe, after letting Tatum blow him on the couch.
Tatum leaned against the fridge, matching the smirk, green eyes glinting. “More than okay, man. You?” His briefs hugged his curves, and Lloyd’s gaze lingered on his ass, a fleeting thought—just horny—crossing his mind.
Lloyd chuckled, stepping closer, towel slipping to reveal more skin. “Way more than okay.” His voice dropped, eyes dark. “Shower’s free. Wanna join me?”
Tatum’s breath caught, but he nodded, heat pooling low. “Lead the way.”
They moved to the bathroom, Lloyd dropping his towel as he cranked the shower, steam curling up. His cock hung heavy, thick and uncut, already stirring. Tatum stripped his briefs, his cock springing free, thick and cut, ready for action. They stepped into the shower, water cascading over Lloyd’s muscular frame and Tatum’s lean body, the tight space forcing them close. Hands roamed—Lloyd’s fingers grazed Tatum’s hips, Tatum’s palms slid over Lloyd’s chest, their cocks brushing, electric but not yet the focus. Just raw, hungry touching, water amplifying every slide of skin.
Tatum sank to his knees, lips tracing Lloyd’s body—down his pecs, abs, skipping his cock to tease the sensitive skin around it, tongue flicking along his inner thighs. Lloyd groaned, bracing against the tiles. Tatum turned him around, hands spreading Lloyd’s firm ass, and leaned in, tongue circling his hole, slow and deliberate. Lloyd’s “Fuck” was half-shock, half-need, his body trembling as Tatum’s tongue probed deeper, drawing low moans. Tatum’s own cock throbbed, untouched, as he worked.
He stood, grinning, water dripping from his dark hair. “You good?” he teased, voice thick with lust.
Lloyd turned, eyes blazing. “My turn.” He pushed Tatum to face the wall, kneeling in the steam, hands parting Tatum’s cheeks. His tongue was bold, licking with a hunger that surprised them both, Tatum’s moans echoing as Lloyd rimmed him, confident, like he was proving a point. Tatum gripped the tiles, legs shaking, pleasure spiking.
Lloyd stood, pressing against Tatum from behind, his 9-inch cock sliding between Tatum’s cheeks. “Ready?” he growled, voice rough. Tatum nodded, pushing back, and Lloyd entered him, slow at first, then deeper, the veiny length stretching him. Tatum gasped, the burn intense but perfect. They found a rhythm, Lloyd thrusting hard, standing, water slicking their bodies. Tatum’s thick cock bobbed, untouched, as he braced against the wall.
Mid-thrust, Lloyd grabbed Tatum’s chin, turning him for their first kiss. It was electric—tongues clashing, desperate, like they’d been starving for it. The kiss pushed Tatum over the edge, his cum splattering the frosted glass door, thick and white. Lloyd groaned into the kiss, thrusting deep, unloading inside Tatum, hot and heavy.
They barely toweled off before stumbling to Tatum’s bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. Lloyd pushed Tatum face-down, spreading his ass again. He leaned in, tongue lapping at his own cum leaking from Tatum, a hungry edge to it that made Tatum moan into the sheets. Lloyd’s tongue was relentless, cleaning him out, before he climbed up, sliding his cock back in. The bed creaked, headboard slamming, as Lloyd fucked him deep, hands gripping Tatum’s hips. Tatum pushed back, meeting every thrust, his thick cock grinding into the sheets. “Harder,” he gasped, and Lloyd delivered, their bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with their moans.
Mid-thrust, Lloyd slowed, hand sliding up Tatum’s back. “Never felt anything like this,” he murmured, voice raw, almost too quiet. Tatum’s heart skipped, but he laughed it off, keeping it light. “Yeah, well, you’re not bad for a straight guy.” He clenched around Lloyd, pulling a groan, steering them back to lust.
They came again, a tangle of limbs and curses, Lloyd spilling inside Tatum, Tatum soaking the sheets. They collapsed, panting, the apartment reeking of sex. Tatum’s classes, Lloyd’s shoots—none of it mattered. It was just them, their need, their heat. But Lloyd’s words hung in the air, a crack in the haze, hinting at something Tatum wasn’t ready to face.
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