Chance Encounters

He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved over me and announced it was my turn. He skipped my torso and went right to my crotch. “Don’t come in my mouth,” he pleaded before starting back at me.

I didn’t. I let him suck me until I was set to pop. Like a good boy, I then tapped him on the shoulder and finished myself off once he stopped. It didn’t seem fair. I wanted to fill his mouth like he had filled mine. Instead, I coated my abdomen.

I cleaned up. He settled next to me. I raised up on my arm and ran my right fingers through the hair on his chest.

“That feels good,” he said.

“You feel good,” I agreed.

He raised his arms over his head, and I took advantage of the opening and smelled his arm pit. He smelled like a man.

“Dude, that’s a little weird.”

“I like armpits. A lot.”

“And . . . that’s a little weird.”

“No weirder than liking your dick in my mouth.”