I had been basically holding my breath ever since Justin said we needed to talk. I was so sure he was going to say that we couldn’t do this again, and I really wasn’t ready to hear that. It probably would’ve been for the best, to be honest. I realized that but knowing it and wanting it to happen were two different things.

I went upstairs to shower and to think. I wasn’t ready to let Justin go. He didn’t want a long-term relationship. Everyone, Justin included, had made it very clear to me that he wasn’t a commitment kinda guy. What was it Nathan called him? A man-whore of epic proportions, I believed. Which you had to admit was kinda funny coming from Nathan.

But even knowing that, I still wanted to spend time with him. In the couple of months we’d been hanging out, he had become a really good friend. I didn’t want to lose that. However, I was pretty sure that after last night, hanging out and not touching each other wasn’t going to happen. Which meant I had a decision to make. Was I willing to accept what Justin could offer for as long as it lasted?

I thought about it as the water ran over my body and down my stomach, reminding me of Justin’s fingers this morning. And yeah, sleeping with him was a bad idea. I was pretty sure that based on how badly it had hurt when he ghosted me that I was already in way deeper than was smart. But being the glutton for punishment I was, I’d rather have whatever he was willing to give me for as long as he was willing to give it than to call it quits right now. I just had to remember that this wasn’t forever. I just hoped that when it ended we were still able to be friends because I already couldn’t imagine not having him around.

I headed back downstairs ready to convince him not to end this thing and was surprised when that wasn’t what he wanted. I knew I surprised him by agreeing to his friends with benefits idea, but I also knew that was all I was going to get from him and that I was going to take it. So, when he asked me where I wanted to start, I didn’t even hesitate. I wanted him upstairs in my bed ASAP.

He followed me up the stairs and closed the door behind him. Then the lock clicked into place. “You know, Mark, you have a lot of people wandering in and out of your house. I’d hate for someone to walk in and distract me.”

“Distract you from what?”

“From this,” he said as he pushed my t-shirt up over my head. He slowly ran his hands over my chest, teasing my nipples as he lightly brushed his fingers over them. He licked one nipple and then the other and chuckled when I shivered. “I could spend an entire day finding all the spots that make you shiver like that, but I have something else in mind right now.” He went to his knees in front of me.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered. I didn’t know if I had ever seen anything more beautiful than Justin on his knees in front of me. He sat back on his heels and watched as I stepped out of my pants.

“I have been waiting to get a taste of you since the first night I met you.” He reached out and grasped my cock in his hand. He gave it a couple of slow strokes. On each upstroke, he used his thumb to rub the precum leaking from my slit into the soft head of my cock. I groaned, and he looked up, locking his eyes with mine as he slowly raised his thumb and put it in his mouth. “Mmmm,” he moaned.

“Fuck, Justin. That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I groaned as he leaned forward and took the head of my cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Then he took the whole thing down his throat in one motion and swallowed around it. “Oh shit!” I yelled, lacing my fingers in his hair.

He reached up and gently played with my balls as he continued to take me down his throat. I was trying not to thrust, but god, I wanted to. “That’s it, Mark, fuck my face. I know you want to. Take what you need.”

I looked down at him and saw no hesitation in his eyes, so I did exactly as he said and took what I wanted. I tightened my grip in his hair, and I thrust roughly in and out of his mouth. His mouth was so wet and so hot. I had never had anyone take me so deep down their throat. I felt the tingle at the base of my spine, and knew I wasn’t going to last. “Justin,” I warned as I stopped thrusting to give him a chance to pull off. But he reached around me, grabbed me by the ass, and pulled me forward. I got the message and resumed thrusting. It didn’t take long, and I was coming down his throat. He used his hands to hold me in place as he swallowed my whole load. He sucked as he slowly backed his mouth off my softening cock, then he looked up at me with a self-satisfied grin.

“Damn, Justin, that was amazing,” I said as I crashed on to the bed, unable to remain standing.

He climbed up on the bed with me. “Glad you enjoyed it,” he laughed. “I love to give blowjobs. It is one of my favorite things.”

“I can tell. Now let’s take care of you,” I told him as I slowly caressed the hard ridge in his pants. “You have on too many clothes. Why don’t you take care of that while I get what we need?” He stripped off his clothes quickly.

“Wow, that is one impressive sight. You laying here so hard and leaking for me.” I smiled as I straddled his thighs and slowly rolled the condom on him. He groaned at the contact. “I love how much you want me to touch you,” I said as I caressed his dick.

“I do, Mark. God, I do want you to touch me. Please touch me,” he begged. Man, I loved begging.

I opened the bottle of lube and poured some into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it. Then I began to stroke him slowly with one hand as I reached behind me and prepared myself to take him.

“Oh, shit, Mark. You look so perfect like that. I want you so bad.”

I moved forward and positioned myself over him, lining his dick up with my hole, and slowly slid down, gripping his dick with my ass.

“Yes,” he hissed as his cock slipped inside me.

I slowly started to move up and down, taking him deeper inside me until he filled me completely. Then I slowly rocked back and forth until I could tell he was fighting the urge to take control.

He reached up, grabbing my hips, trying to speed my movements. “Hurry, Mark. You feel so damn good. I need to come,” he moaned almost desperately.

I leaned forward, caging his chest and putting my weight on my forearms. I kissed him and then I whispered in his ear, “Go to town, baby.” I held myself there above him as he pistoned up into my hole over and over. I tried not to move but eventually, instinct took over, and I slammed down on him as he thrust upward.

“Oh god, Mark!” he cried as he grabbed my hips, pulled me down hard, and held me there as he emptied his load into the condom. When his cock stopped pulsing inside me, he wrapped his arms around me and held me against him until our breathing returned to normal. Then he pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash can by the bed. “Shit, man. Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?”

“I don’t know, but let’s not wait long to do it again,” I said with a laugh.

“Don’t worry. We won’t.”