Shoot and Score: A MM Sports Romance Short Story (Sometimes) by A.L. Morrow

Author:A.L. Morrow [Morrow, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SourGirl Books
Published: 2021-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

Four

Seth

The sound of Connor’s moan as Seth gripped the base of his cock and lowered his mouth over the tip was a fucking symphony.

Forget the symphony. Seth was never a fan. He liked classic rock, and that moan was like hearing his favorite guitar riff on repeat in his mind.

“And I thought surgeons were only good with their hands,” Connor murmured, falling back the rest of the way against the locker.

Seth would have explained he was talented in that regard as well, but he was too busy swirling his tongue over the head of Connor’s cock, lapping up every drop of precum he could. He simply mumbled an affirmative “mmm” around the other man’s shaft, thrilling at the feel of his own vocal vibrations against that velvet pillar. Immediately, Connor’s hands flew to Seth’s hair, his fingertips working through the strands, lightly tugging; he let out a hiss.

He liked that.

Mental note made.

Let’s see what else he likes …

Releasing his grip on the root of Connor’s cock, Seth turned his attention instead to his balls. He palmed the fuzzy sac, rolling its precious gems between his fingers. Those fingers in his hair tightened their grip, and the muscles in Connor’s thighs tensed against Seth’s shoulder as he leaned in to take more of him into his mouth.

Deeper, deeper … Until the head of that fantastic dick bumped against the back of his throat.

And as it did, Seth’s tongue worked the underside of Connor’s cock, smoothing over a vein, feeling the heat of the blood rushing through the man hovering above him. It was an exciting thing, being able to give another man this much pleasure. Seth didn’t think he could ever grow tired of it, sucking cock. Giving head alone made his hard-on throb all over again in his pants.

Longing for his own release, Seth ran his other hand down Connor’s leg, exploring those toned, masculine muscles—athlete’s muscles—along the way. The firm back of Connor’s thigh, the bulge of his calf, a tendon pulsing beneath his palm … Connor wasn’t just an athlete; he was a work of art. Seth couldn’t help himself; he rubbed his hand over his own groin at the thought, pressing against his erection before slipping his hand inside his boxers and stroking himself.

He moaned as he finally found some relief.

And yet he still wanted more.

Wrapping his hand around the base of Connor’s erection again, Seth began to pump the shaft in his fist. Up and down. Shifting that hot iron pole. Feeling its strength between his fingers.

Connor’s hips bucked in response, thrusting his cock further into Seth’s mouth, and Seth took it, sucking hard as he continued to palm the root and touch himself.

“I’m going to shoot,” Connor gasped after a moment, as if in warning.

A warning? Really? As if Seth couldn’t tell how close the man was on his own. As if coming wasn’t the whole point. It’s not like he was some teenage girl who’d get too grossed out to swallow.

Opening his eyes—because somewhere along the way, he’d closed them to savor these moments—he glanced up at Connor.

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