Sex Club

EXCERPT

All thought of sleep forgotten, half an hour later, Marsh murmured dreamily, “Gee, I’m hot! You wouldn’t—?”

In bed beside him, Gene squeezed Marsh’s rigid ramrod. “Nothing I wouldn’t do for a roommate. A roommate like you, Marsh. I mean it.” His serious tone proved that he meant it. Further proof was immediately furnished. Gene chewed on the boy’s throbbing peter.

Marsh gave his cock willingly. This was rapture. Only one thing would make it achingly perfect. Marsh had never heard of sixty-nine, except as the numeral before seventy. Instinctively, he shifted position so that he could nibble on Gene’s stiffening joint. He felt the zing as the heavy cock sprang erect in his mouth. Sweating, grinding, the boys achieved a steady rhythm, a tempo of mouth-fucking that brought their gism gushing simultaneously. Their third encounter proved even more satisfying—it lasted longer.

After the boys had given each other a mutual work-out, Gene said, “I think you’re gonna do well here at the Crandford Academy, kid. Know what? I think you should join the swimming club.”

“I’m not such a great swimmer,” Marsh admitted. “Not good enough to make the swimming team.”

“Who said anything about team?” Gene winked. “I said club. For guys with clubs. We use the pool, too, I mean, you gotta have some excuse for meetings. And Mr. Moss, our advisor, he treats the guys right. If you want. I could be your sponsor. Interested?”

Of course, Marsh was interested.