Doubling Back

Strummer had pulled out of Johnny’s channel and had pulled the young man’s torso up to his, with Johnny’s thighs over Strummers. He was frotting their two cocks together, encasing them both with one hand and stroking them, while he stopped further questions from Johnny by possessing the young man’s mouth with his. He had Johnny’s chest to his with an arm around the young man’s back.

“It isn’t all about fucking in the ass,” Strummer said when their lips parted. “There are other games we can play. Suck me.” He pulled Johnny’s head down into his lap, and, gagging a bit, Johnny opened his mouth over Strummer’s thick cock and gave him head.

“Fuck me now,” Johnny said, at length, when he’d gotten Strummer hard as a rock.

“I don’t think so, not yet,” Strummer answered, as he brought them back together, Johnny’s thighs over his, the two positioned chest to chest.

“What are you doing?” Johnny asked.

“Never done this before? It’s called docking.”

“What? Shit.”

Johnny was cut. Strummer wasn’t. Strummer had moved their cock heads to where they were kissing, and then he pulled his foreskin over Johnny’s bulb and started stroking the cocks together.