Tyde - Friend for hire

Chapter 19

-smut warning-

"Fuck! Fuck- fuck- ah!" Clyde stares wide-eyed at the ceiling as pulses of pleasure and force hit him repeatedly.

Clyde was sitting on his bed with Tolkien on his knees sitting over him. In Tolkiens big hands both of their dicks squished together as he rubbed them.

"Hahhh... you're right, it feels good..." Tolkien groans.

Clyde digs his fingernails into Tolkiens shoulder.

How did we get here? Clyde thinks as his mind begins to cloud.

-30 minutes earlier-

Tolkien stands up straight, facing Clyde. "I'm sorry I..."

"Tolkien, you're scaring me. Just tell me what happened."

"I kissed you. I kept thinking about it so I wanted to try it. You wouldn't remember so I didn't think it mattered but I feel guilty."

"Not fair."

"I know, I should've asked."

"That's not what I'm mad about." Clyde steps forward.

"Then what..?"

"It's not fair that you're the only one who gets to remember. I want to know what it was like too."

"Did you want me to describe it or..."

Clyde pushes Tolkien against the wall and kisses him. 

He smiles. "I see. Okay, now we're even." Clyde backs up.

"You made a mistake."

"Pardon?"

Tolkien inches towards Clyde. "Did you like that?"

Clyde backs up more until his heels hit the bed frame. "I didn't hate it..."

"Then give me more than one pathetic kiss."

Tolkien kisses him again. He holds his neck gently to keep his head in place and kisses his lips repeatedly.

"Better."

Clyde falls back into his bed when Tolkien releases his neck.

They both look down at the other boys bulge. Then they make eye contact. Trading a devious look.

-back to present-

"God... slow down! I told you if you go too fast it'll get too hot..." Clyde moans.

"Sorry, I've never done this with someone else. Usually mine doesn't get too hot."

"That's because it's huge! It takes heat easier... be considerate..."

Tolkien smiles. "Of course."

He slows his pace and watches Clyde's face to see how he reacts. Once he knows he found the perfect speed, he starts focusing on enjoying his own pleasure.

"Fahhh... mmmmhhh..." Clyde furrowed his eyebrows and bit his lips. He looks down and watches Tolkiens smooth hands work with both of them.

"This feels so much better than doing it alone. Maybe it's because you're making sexy noises."

"W-what can I say? Hah... I'm just... ngh... so hot... right?"

"Keep it down, pretty boy. Big talk like that gets you in trouble."

After another 30 seconds of heavy breathing and intense pleasure, Clyde finishes on Tolkiens hand.

"Fuck!" Tolkien groans, he was close but didn't want to overwhelm Clyde by continuing to stoke his dick.

Tolkien pushes Clyde down to his back on the bed. He scoots up and strokes himself quickly before finishing on the side of Clyde's face.

The view for Clyde was like nothing he had ever seen. It was like a Greek god was over him. Even Tolkiens private parts were smooth and perfect.