Chapter 3: Relief after a run
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the college running track as William laced up his sneakers. The air was thick with humidity, the scent of freshly cut grass filling his nostrils as he took a deep breath and set off at a steady pace. His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm that matched the steady thud of his feet against the asphalt. The world around him blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as he focused on the path ahead, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions.
The day had been a whirlwind of new experiences and sensations.
William's body was still buzzing from the encounter with Payton and Jack, his mind racing with thoughts and feelings he had never experienced before. As he ran, he tried to process it all, to make sense of the intense emotions that were coursing through him.
The sun was beginning to set as William approached the dorm, casting long shadows across the quad. He could see the lights on in their room, and he felt a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as he climbed the stairs to their floor.
He opened the door to their room, and felt relief - and disappointment - to find it empty. There was the neatness of his possessions on one side; Payton's mess and chaos on the other.
William's side was meticulous, with books stacked in perfect order, clothes folded and put away, and a desk that was always clear except for whatever he was currently studying. Payton's side was a stark contrast, with clothes strewn about, books piled haphazardly, and a desk that was always cluttered with who knew what.
William's eyes couldn't help scanning through Payton's things. His eyes latched onto a pair of briefs discarded on the floor near Payton's bed. They were white, tight, and clearly well-worn. He could imagine Payton in them, his lean body filling them out perfectly. He felt a stirring in his groin at the thought, a warmth spreading through him.
He had never been one to snoop, but there was something about Payton's carelessness that both annoyed and intrigued him. He picked up the briefs, running the soft fabric through his fingers. They were still warm from Payton's body, and he could smell the faint scent of sweat and something else, something musky and intoxicating.
He brought them to his face, inhaling deeply. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder by the second. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed to explore this newfound desire, to understand it.
He sat back on his bed, the briefs in his hand pausing for a second. He brought them to his face a second time and inhaled.
The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of Payton's sweat and something else, something uniquely Payton. It sent a jolt of electricity through William's body, straight to his groin. His cock was rock hard now, straining against the confines of his running shorts.
He looked around the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should stop, that this was invading Payton's privacy, but he couldn't. He needed more. He needed to understand this desire that was consuming him.
He stood up, his eyes locked onto Payton's bed. He walked over to it, his heart pounding in his chest.
He could see the indentation on the pillow where Payton's head had been, the rumpled sheets where his body had lain. He could almost see him there, his lean body stretched out, his russet hair tousled from sleep.
He sat down on the edge of Payton's bed, the briefs still clutched in his hand. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on a discarded handkerchief that was peeking out from under Payton's pillow. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached for it, picking the crunched up, old handkerchief up with his fingers. It was slightly crusty, as if some substance had dried in it.
William's heart raced as he brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was unmistakable - it was Payton's cum. The realization sent a jolt of electricity through William's body, straight to his groin. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, and he knew he had to release it.
He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't contain himself. He quickly undid his running shorts, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it slowly as he continued to inhale the scent of Payton's cum from the handkerchief.
He lay back on Payton's bed, his eyes fluttered closed, his mind filling with images of Payton - his lean body, his tousled russet hair, his hazel eyes filled with desire.
He could almost feel Payton's hands on him, his mouth, his body pressed against his own. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps as he chased his release.
He imagined Payton's mouth around his cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He imagined Payton's hands on his body, exploring every inch of him, making him feel things he had never felt before.
He could hear the sound of the door opening, but he was too lost in his fantasy to care.
He was close now, so close to the edge. He could feel the tension building in his body, the heat in his groin as he stroked himself faster.
"William?" The voice was soft, but it cut through his fantasy like a knife. He opened his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up to see Payton standing in the doorway.
Payton's eyes widened as he took in the sight of William lying on his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it furiously. "What are you doing?" Payton asked, his voice filled with surprise.
William's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he quickly let go of his cock, clumsily pulled back up his shorts, his eyes darting away from Payton's gaze.
"I-I can explain," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Payton raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he walked further into the room. "What are you doing on my bed?" he said, his voice low and husky. "And what's this?" Payton asked, gesturing at the discarded briefs and handkerchief in William's hand.
His eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was something else in them too, something darker and more intense.
William's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he looked down at the evidence in his hand. He had been so lost in his fantasy, so consumed by his desire, that he hadn't even heard Payton come in. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.
"I-I found these," he stammered, holding up the briefs and handkerchief. "And I... I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."
Payton's smirk grew wider as he walked over to William, his eyes locked onto the young man's face.
"You couldn't help yourself?" he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. "Or did you want to help yourself?" He reached out, gently taking the briefs and handkerchief from William's hand.
William's breath hitched as Payton's fingers brushed against his. He felt a jolt of electricity course through him, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He looked up at Payton, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.
Payton's eyes softened as he looked down at William, his fingers trailing over the soft fabric of the briefs.
"You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "I've never had someone be so... interested in my things before." He glanced back up at William, a playful smirk on his lips. "It's kind of flattering, actually."
William's cheeks flushed even deeper at Payton's words, his eyes darting away from the other man's gaze. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't think you'd mind."
Payton chuckled, standing close to the bed looking down at William. "Mind?" he repeated, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"In fact, I think it's kind of hot." He leaned in closer to William, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper. "I like knowing that you're thinking about me, that you're turned on by me." He could see the desire burning in them, a reflection of his own. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. "I-I don't know what to say," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Payton's smirk grew wider, as he held up the briefs and handkerchief. "Did you smell these? Did you bury yourself in them?" Payton held them close to William's face.
"Smell them," he commanded softly, his voice laced with a newfound dominance. William hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, inhaling deeply. The scent of Payton's sweat and cum filled his nostrils, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. His cock twitched, straining against the confines of his shorts.
Payton watched him, his eyes darkening with desire. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You like smelling my cum on my briefs."
William's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the truth. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I do."
Payton's smirk grew wider, and he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto William's face. "I like that," he said, his voice low and husky. "I like knowing that you're turned on by me."
William's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Payton, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. He could feel the heat radiating off Payton's body, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.
"Do you want to see where my cum comes from?" Payton asked with an wicked smirk, his hands cupping gently the groin of his jeans.
"I can show you."
William's breath hitched, his eyes widening at the suggestion. He had never been so close to another guy before, had never even considered it. But there was something about Payton, something that made him feel safe, that made him want to explore this new territory.
"Y-Yes," William stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see."
Payton's smirk grew wider as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. William's eyes widened as he took in the sight of it, his own cock twitching in response.
Payton's cock was long and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum. William had never focused on a sight like this before, and it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his body.
Payton watched William's reaction, a smirk playing on his lips as he wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
William nodded, his eyes locked onto Payton's cock. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Payton chuckled. "Good," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Have you ever touched another guy's cock before?" Payton asked, his voice low and husky as he continued to stroke himself.
William shook his head, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. "No," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Payton's smirk grew wider as he released his grip on his cock, letting it spring free. "Then why don't you touch it?" he suggested, his voice laced with a newfound dominance.
William hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at Payton. He could see the desire burning in Payton’s eyes, and it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his body.
He wanted to touch it, to explore this new territory, but he was also terrified.
Payton reached down and grabbed William's wrist, and guided his hand to Payton's cock. "Go on. Explore" Payton said softly.
His voice was low and commanding, yet there was an undercurrent of gentleness that made William feel safe. He could feel the heat radiating from Payton's body, the firmness of his cock beneath his fingers.
William's heart pounded in his chest as he wrapped his hand around Payton's shaft. It was warm and smooth, the skin taut and firm. He could feel the pulse of blood beneath his fingertips, and he marveled at the sensation. It was heavier than he expected, longer and harder.
He looked up at Payton, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of fear.
"What do I do?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Payton's smirk softened into a gentle smile as he looked down at William. "Whatever you want," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "Just explore. Touch me, taste me, do whatever feels good."
William took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked back down at Payton's cock. He had never touched another guy before, never even considered it, but there was something about Payton that made him want to try.
He started by running his fingers up and down the shaft, feeling the smooth skin and the ridges of veins beneath.
Payton's breath hitched slightly, but he didn't say anything, just watched William with those intense hazel eyes. William could feel the heat of Payton's gaze on him, and it made him feel bold.
He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. The scent of Payton's arousal was intoxicating, a mix of musk and something uniquely him. He could feel his own cock throbbing, eager for attention.
He touched the tip of Payton's cock with his finger, swirled a bead of pre-cum around the head. Payton's breath hitched again, and William looked up at him, seeking approval. Payton nodded, his eyes dark with desire.
"That's it," he encouraged softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Explore me, William. Make me feel good. Play with my balls."
He reached out, his fingers gently cupping Payton's testicles. They were warm and smooth, the skin taut and firm. He could feel the weight of them in his hand, the pulse of blood beneath his fingertips.
He gently rolled them in his palm, feeling their firmness and warmth.
"Does that feel good?" "Yes," he said, his voice low and husky. "Keep going."
William took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he continued to explore Payton's body. He ran his fingers up and down Payton's shaft, feeling the smooth skin and the ridges of veins beneath. He could feel the pulse of blood beneath his fingertips, and it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his body.
He looked up at Payton, seeking guidance. Payton's eyes were dark with desire, his lips parted as he watched William's every move.
"Stroke me," Payton instructed, his voice low and commanding. "Jerk me off till I cum."
Payton's voice was low and husky, his eyes locked onto William's face. William hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never done anything like this before, but there was something about Payton that made him want to try.
He wrapped his hand around Payton's shaft, feeling the firmness and heat of it. He started to stroke it slowly, his eyes locked onto the movement of his own hand. He could feel the pulse of blood beneath his fingertips, the smooth skin sliding against his palm.
Payton's breath hitched as William's strokes became faster, more confident.
He could feel the tension building in his groin, the heat spreading through his body. He watched William's face, his eyes locked onto the young man's lips, now slightly parted as he focused on the task at hand.
"Faster," Payton commanded, his voice low and husky. "Stroke me harder."
William obeyed, his hand moving faster, gripping Payton's cock tighter. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic symphony that matched the pounding of their hearts.
Payton's hips began to move in time with William's strokes, thrusting forward to meet each downward motion of William's hand. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat in his groin intensifying.
His breath came in short gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched William's hand move faster and faster on his cock.
"Like this?" William asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he looked up at Payton.
Payton nodded, his eyes locked onto William's face. "Just like that."
William's hand moved faster, his grip tightening as he stroked Payton's cock. He could feel the veins pulsing beneath his fingertips, the heat of Payton's body radiating off him.
Payton's breath hitched as William's strokes became more urgent, more insistent.
He could feel the pleasure building, the heat in his groin intensifying. His hips moved in time with William's hand, thrusting forward to meet each downward motion.
Payton's eyes locked onto William's face, watching as the young man's cheeks flushed with exertion and desire. He could see the concentration in William's eyes, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
It was a small gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight to Payton's groin.
He could feel the tension building, the heat spreading through his body as William's hand moved faster and faster on his cock. His breath came in short gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched William's face. "I'm getting close" Payton gasped.
His hips bucked forward, meeting William's hand with more force. "Keep going, William. Don't stop."
William's eyes widened at Payton's words, but he didn't hesitate. He continued to stroke Payton's cock with all his might, feeling the heat and firmness of it in his hand. He could feel the tension building in Payton's body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust.
Payton's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes were locked onto William's face, watching him with an intensity that sent shivers down William's spine.
"Fuck," Payton groaned, his voice low and guttural.
"I'm gonna cum, William. Keep going, just like that."
William's heart pounded in his chest as he continued to stroke Payton's cock, his hand moving faster and faster. He could feel the heat radiating off Payton's body, the tension in his muscles as he neared his release.
Payton's hips bucked forward, meeting William's hand with more force. "Yes," he hissed, his eyes locked onto William's face. "Just like that, William. Make me cum."
William could feel the pulse of blood beneath his fingertips, the smooth skin of Payton's cock sliding against his palm.
The sight of Payton's face, contorted with pleasure and desire, sent a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He had never seen anyone look like that before, never felt so powerful.
Payton cried out and threw his head back as he reached his climax.
His cock throbbed in William's hand, and hot streams of cum shot out, spurting onto William's bare chest and coating William's fingers. William watched in awe as Payton rode out his orgasm, his hips bucking and his body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.
"Fuck" gasped Payton. "That was incredible." Payton's voice was low and breathless as he looked down at William, his eyes still dark with desire. "You've got a natural talent for that, you know."
William blushed at the compliment, looking down at his cum-stained hand and chest. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but there was something about Payton that made him feel safe.
Payton leant down and wiped some of the cum off William's chest with his finger. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it.
"Mmm," he hummed, his eyes locked onto William's. "It tastes delicious. Would you like to try some?"
Payton asked, his voice low and husky as he held out his finger to William. William hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto Payton's finger. He had never tasted another man's cum before, never even considered it. But there was something about Payton that made him want to try.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the cum off Payton's finger. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but there was something about it that was intoxicating. He could feel the heat spreading through his body as he continued to lick Payton's finger, savoring the taste.
Payton watched him with a smirk on his lips, his eyes dark with desire.
"You like the taste of my cum."
William nodded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Payton's smirk grew wider. "Let me feed you more of it," Payton said as he wiped more of the cum off William's chest with his fingers.
He brought his hand to William's mouth, his eyes locked onto the young man's lips. William hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, allowing Payton to slip his fingers inside. He could taste the salty, slightly bitter flavor of Payton's cum on his tongue, and it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his body.
Payton's eyes darkened as he watched William suck his fingers clean, his tongue swirling around them as he savored the taste.
"Now eat the cum off your hand like a good boy" Payton said , his voice low and commanding.
William hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto Payton's face. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the cum off his fingers one by one. He could taste the salty, slightly bitter flavor of Payton's cum on his tongue, the creamy texture filling his mouth. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
"You're such a good boy."
William felt a shiver run down his spine at Payton's words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through him.
He continued to lick his fingers clean, savoring the taste of his cum on his tongue. He could feel the heat spreading through his body, the tension building in his groin as he focused on the task.
“I see you’re enjoying this,” Payton said with a smirk, gesturing at the tent in William’s shorts.
William glanced down at the bulge in his shorts and flushed with embarrassment.
He hadn't realized how turned on he was until Payton pointed it out. He quickly looked away, his cheeks burning with heat.
Payton chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down William's spine. "Don't be embarrassed," he said, his voice softening. "It's natural. You're a guy, and I just gave you a pretty intense show."
William looked back up at Payton, his eyes wide with surprise. "But I... I've never done anything like that before."
Payton's smirk softened into a gentle smile. "Well, now you have," he said. "And it looks like you liked it."
William nodded, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
“You’ve helped me give a show, so maybe i should do the same for you,” Payton said gently.
He reached out and touched William’s cheek, his thumb brushing against the young man’s lips. “Would you like that, William? Would you like me to play with your cock, the way you played with mine?”
William’s heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Payton. Payton knelt down in front of William, who was still perched on the edge of the bed.
“Show me your goods,” Payton said. “I want to see your crown jewels.” Payton’s voice was low and husky, his hazel eyes locked onto William’s face as he spoke. William’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what Payton was asking. He had never been so exposed before, never even considered it.
William hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting away from Payton’s gaze. He could feel the heat radiating off Payton’s body, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.
“Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
He reached down and slowly unbuttoned his shorts, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and erect, foreskin retracted, head glowing fiercely filled with blood.
Payton's eyes widened at the sight, a low whistle escaping his lips. "Damn, William," he murmured, his voice laced with appreciation. "You're packing some serious heat there. William’s Fucking Monster.”
William blushed at the compliment, his eyes darting away from Payton's gaze. He had never been so exposed before, never had another guy look at him like that. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Payton reached out, his fingers gently wrapping around William's shaft. William gasped at the sudden contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Payton's hand was warm and firm, his grip confident as he began to stroke William's cock slowly. The sensation was unlike anything William had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment that sent shivers down his spine.
Payton looked up at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like me touching your cock."
William nodded, his cheeks flushed with heat. "Y-Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Payton's smirk grew wider as he continued to stroke William's cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft.
He could feel the smooth skin beneath his fingertips, the firmness of William's erection as it throbbed in his hand.
William's breath hitched as Payton's strokes became faster, more insistent. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat spreading through his body as Payton's hand moved faster and faster on his cock.
Payton's eyes locked onto William's face, watching him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.
William nodded, his eyes locked onto Payton's face.
He had never felt anything like this before, never imagined that another guy's touch could feel so good.
Payton's smirk softened into a gentle smile as he watched William's reaction. He could see the way the young man's cheeks flushed with pleasure, the way his eyes fluttered closed as he focused on the sensation of Payton's hand on his cock.
"Does that feel good, William?" Payton asked, his voice low and husky.
William nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Y-Yes," he stammered.
“Let me try some other things. Let me play with your balls” Payton said.
“I want to feel them in my hand.”
William hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting away from Payton's gaze. He had never had another guy touch his balls before.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he nodded.
Payton's smirk grew wider as he reached out, his fingers gently cupping William's testicles.
William's breath hitched as Payton began to roll his balls gently in his palm, exploring their firmness and warmth. "Y-Yes," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Payton's smirk softened into a gentle smile as he continued to play with William's balls, his fingers gently squeezing and rolling them.
He could feel the pleasure building, the heat spreading through his body as Payton's fingers worked their magic on his testicles.
Payton looked up at him, his hazel eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you, William," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I?"
William's heart pounded in his chest as he looked down at Payton. He nodded silently.
Payton's smirk grew wider as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of William's cock. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and ache that sent shivers down his spine.
Payton's tongue swirled around the head of William's cock, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat spreading through his body as Payton's mouth worked its magic on his cock.
Payton's tongue swirled around the head, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, while his hand continued to stroke the shaft, moving in time with the movements of his mouth.
William's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest heaving with exertion as he watched Payton's head bob up and down on his cock. He had never seen anything so erotic, never felt anything so intense.
Payton's hazel eyes looked up at him, locked onto his face as he continued to suck him off. The sight of Payton's lips wrapped around his cock, the way his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, sent a jolt of electricity coursing through William's body.
He could feel the pleasure building, the heat spreading through him as Payton's mouth worked its magic on his cock.
Payton's hand moved in time with his mouth, stroking William's shaft in long, firm movements. His other hand cupped William's balls, gently rolling them in his palm as he continued to suck.
William's hips began to move in time with Payton's movements, thrusting forward to meet each downward motion of Payton's mouth. He could feel the tension building in his groin, the heat intensifying with each thrust.
As Payton’s pace increased, William could feel his climax approaching.
His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing as he neared the edge. Payton’s mouth was a blur of motion, his tongue swirling around the head of William’s cock, his lips tight and suctioning as he took him deeper.
“Fuck,” William groaned, his fingers tangling in Payton’s tousled russet hair. “I’m gonna cum.”
Payton looked up at him, his hazel eyes dark with desire. “Cum for me, William,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I want to taste you.”
William’s hips bucked forward, his cock throbbing as he reached his climax.
He cried out as the first jet of cum spurt out of him, filling Payton’s mouth.
Payton’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he swallowed, his throat working to take in every drop of William’s release. The sight of Payton swallowing his cum sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through William’s body, as his second and third orgasms ripped through him, his cum spilling out of Payton’s mouth and dribbling down his chin.
A fourth and fifth spurt of cum splattered onto Payton’s face.
William panted, spent, as his orgasm subsided.
Payton licked his lips, savoring the taste of spilt cum, and looked up at William with a satisfied smirk. "You taste amazing," he said, his voice low and husky. "I could get used to that."
William, still trembling from his orgasm, looked down at Payton with a mix of awe and disbelief. He had never experienced anything like this before, never cum so intensely or so much.
Payton stood up, wiping the cum off his face with the back of his hand. He leaned in and kissed William, sharing the taste of his own cum with him. William hesitated for a moment, then kissed him back, savoring the salty, slightly bitter flavor on Payton's tongue.
Payton pulled back, and brought his hand, covered with William’s cum between their faces. The milky cream glistened.
William's eyes widened as he watched Payton bring his hand to their faces. The scent of their combined arousal filled the air, a heady mix of musk and salt. Payton's smirk grew wider as he rubbed the cum between their lips, smearing it across their cheeks.
"Taste yourself," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Taste how good you are."
William hesitated for a moment, then tentatively licked his lips, tasting the salty, tangy flavor of his own cum mixed with Payton's. The sensation was strange but oddly intoxicating.
Payton chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down William's spine.
"You're a natural," he said, his voice laced with amusement and admiration. "I've never seen anyone cum like that before."
William blushed at the compliment, looking down at the floor as he tried to process what had just happened.
Payton stood, gave William a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
“I’ve got to get to rowing training” Payton said. “But may be you can come down to the river and watch the crews later.” Payton suggested as he began to get dressed.
William looked up at him, his eyes wide with surprise. “I don’t know if I can…” he stammered.
Payton turned to face him, his expression softening. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But I’d really like it if you came. It would mean a lot to me.”
William hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Payton smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Great,” he said.
“I’ll see you later then.” Payton gave William a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his rowing gear and heading out of the room.
William watched him go, his heart still pounding from their encounter. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never been so intimate with another guy before, never even considered it.
He looked down at his naked body, still glistening with sweat and cum. He could smell the musky scent of their arousal in the air, could still taste the salty tang of Payton's mouth on his tongue.
He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, a sense of accomplishment and curiosity. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another person.
As the door clicked shut behind Payton, William finally allowed himself to sink down onto the bed, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasms. He lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, letting a wave of contentment wash over him.