Cheap thrills

Aaron sucked Jeffrey off while he banged Cindy. It was so kind of them, really, to accommodate his sore lower back, letting him lie on his back while Jeffrey thrust into his mouth and Cindy bounced up and down, squeaking in that way that sounded like a hyena on speed. For his part, Jeffrey kept quiet except for the occasional osmotic moan that came from somewhere behind his heart.

Aaron looked up at Jeffrey’s torso, the lines of his brown hairs running in parallel around his stomach, merging into a line that ascended the center of his chest, then broadened out again across his pectorals and wrapped around his nipples. The contours of his abdominal muscles, the protrusion of his pectorals, the round balls on his shoulders, the veins in his forearms, the jutting chin that pointed outward as Jeffrey looked up and let out a moan that echoed through the bedroom – Aaron stiffened even harder and thrust deeper into Cindy.

Aaron grabbed Cindy’s waist and fondled the curves at that point between her legs and her abdomen, so soft and narrow, so smooth and taut. Jeffrey in front, Aaron couldn’t see her – but tried imagining the sight of her body swaying over him, the breasts, small and round, swaying from down to up and down again. The image of Jeffrey, though, and his hairy chest kept crowding it out –

Jeffrey looked down at Aaron, a deep blue in his eyes that Aaron had never seen, and, somehow, the eyebrows shaded the sapphires in a new way that made them seem as deep as an Alpine lake. The eyes gripped Aaron as he felt Jeffrey slide in and out of his mouth – on the one end, his bristly hairs rubbing against Aaron’s lips and at the other end, the triangular flesh of his tip. Aaron felt locked by those eyes, and a different feeling ascended up from his middle, into his heart, like a massage, and up through his chest that made him feel warm, cozy, and excited – No, he thought, it can’t be happening.

“Okay,” Aaron said. “Time to change positions.”