By GratDelay
This story will make a lot more sense if you have read Lucky Cup. What follows is a standalone scene that happens sometime in the year after the end of the story.
We were playing a game that Aaron came up with. We called it ‘Sixty-nine’, obviously.
My head was trapped between Aaron’s thighs, and my thighs were trapped around Aaron’s head. I could not pull my mouth all the way off his cock, nor could he do likewise. Our hands were glued to each other’s asses, and Aaron was kneading my cheeks. No light reached our eyes, but we could hear each other’s moans and growls.
Smart boy Aaron had used his warp tubes to flip our cocks right-side up in relation to our tongues, a nice touch.