Keep Swimming by Kade Boehme Read Free Book Online

Then Cary groaned and thrust into Heath’s mouth. Heath moaned at the sound of his name on Cary’s lips. He started sucking in earnest while Cary pummeled his face, balls swinging with every thrust. The feel of the heavy cock on his tongue, the salty taste of it, the way the balls occasionally hit his chin were working together to bring Heath so close. He was afraid he wasn’t going to last if he kept stroking himself.
    But did he care? He’d wanted a taste.
    “Oh, Heath… I’m gonna…” And that made up Heath’s mind. He stroked himself faster with one hand, cupping Cary’s sac with the other, rolling the balls quickly the way he liked done to his. Cary let out a gasp and shortly after started spurting down Heath’s throat. Heath took it as it came, sucking steadily until he had to pull off and place his head against Cary’s stomach for support. His cock erupted in spurt after spurt, dribbling over his hands and onto Cary’s jeans.
    When the fuzz cleared from his mind, he felt Cary stroking his hair softly. He looked up to see Cary’s expression. They stared at each other for a moment, a moment where Heath got lost in those hazel eyes. Those sincere and reverent eyes.
    What are you doing?
    He leaned back and looked down, grimacing. “Sorry. Got that all over your jeans.”
    “You came?”
    Heath looked up, smirking. “What can I say?” He rose to standing, tucking himself away. “You just tasted that good.”
    Cary’s face went flat. “Are these lines you use on everyone?”
    Cary must’ve been able to see the yes written all over Heath’s face because he seemed suddenly annoyed and tucked himself away, stepping around Heath. “I need the bathroom.”
    Heath was confused. Because while yes he did use those lines on other people, he’d really meant it with Cary. He also didn’t know why it bothered him so much that he’d seemed to have hurt Cary.
    “Sorry,” Cary said behind him, making him turn. “I’m sorry I was a dick. I guess… It’s just been a long time since I’ve done… this…”
    “ This?”
    “ Messed around with somebody. I forgot it’s about using lines and just getting off.”
    Heath suddenly felt like a heel. “Hey, I’m sorry too. I try not to be a big man whore with go to ‘moves’. I just also don’t get involved . Y’know”
    “ I do. I knew what this was. I promise I wasn’t expecting a ring when I came over. I just… was monogamous for a long time. I’ve been out of the game since… well, since college.”
    What the hell? “That... uh, sounds like…” Baggage. “Sounds sucky.”
    Cary snorted. “It has good points and bad ones.”
    “Hey, look…” Heath stopped the words because he could see Cary was gearing up for a brush off, a rejection. Heath’d never had problems brushing off someone before, but that look… Cary was a decent guy. And he said he knew the score. So maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be nice, maybe be friendly. Not like you haven’t fucked the other people you call good friends. And he wasn’t quite ready to give up this piece of ass yet.
    “ Want a beer?” Heath laughed at the surprise the bloomed on Cary’s face.
    “ Sure?”
    “ You still have a couple hours before you have to get back to the munchkin. You said something last time about not getting much grown up time. We’ll grab a beer, sit on the deck, shoot the shit. It’ll be nice to talk to someone other than the old roughnecks I’ve been around the last couple weeks.”
    Cary still looked skeptical.
    “Seriously. I’m not saying ‘let’s be friends with benefits’,  just 'let’s be friends.'”
    Cary seemed to think on that a moment, then nodded slowly. “Okay. Who doesn’t need more friends, huh?”
    “Exactly. Though, I won’t complain if you want to hit me up for some more of those benefits. That’s a fine ass you’ve got, friend .” Heath winked, earning an eye roll and a blush from Cary.
    Heath fetched a few beers and stuck them in a bucket they