Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“I like it,” Tyler blurted out, looking at Nick’s erection in his hand. “Your cock. I like how it looks. It kinda turns me on when it’s hard. Is that weird?”
Nick snorted. “Are you just now realizing that you like my cock?”
Tyler’s gaze darted up to his. “What do you mean?”
Nick’s lips curled. “Besides the obvious, you stare at my prick all the goddamn time, mate.”
“I don’t!”
“You do. You stare, Tyler. Even when we aren’t fucking.”
Tyler’s ears reddened. “I don’t! That would be…”
Nick decided to take pity on him. “I guess it’s natural to feel some curiosity,” he conceded. “Remember I went down on Liz back when we were fifteen? It didn’t make me straight.”
Tyler’s expression brightened. “Oh, right! You were curious.”
“I just wanted to make sure I was really gay, not bi,” Nick said, kind of wishing Tyler would stop stroking his cock. It was really distracting when he was trying to have a conversation and see Tyler as a mate.
Tyler blinked at him before returning his gaze to Nick’s erection in his hand. “Yeah, you’re right: going down on a guy once wouldn’t mean anything.”
Nick stared at him. That wasn’t exactly what he had meant.
But before he could say anything, Tyler leaned down and gave his cock a lick.
* * *
Tyler had genuinely intended to just get a taste, to sate the curiosity he’d been feeling for ages. He just wanted to know. He wanted to know what the big vein on Nick’s cock would feel like against his tongue; that was all. But the moment his tongue touched the velvety skin of Nick’s erection, he kind of…lost himself in the texture and taste of it. He had to lick it again. And again. And again.
Shit. It tasted good. How could a cock taste so good?
Tyler licked the swollen red head and exhaled shakily as the taste of it assaulted his senses. Fuck. What if…what if he just took the tip into his mouth? Just the tip? It wouldn’t be too gay, right?
Deciding that it wouldn’t be too gay, Tyler took the cock head into his mouth and stopped. Maybe another inch? Or two?
Tyler realized that he had a lot more than “just the tip” when Nick’s cock nudged against his throat. Fuck. Nick’s thighs were rigid with tension under his hands, but Tyler paid it no mind. He could only focus on the hard length in his mouth—he had a cock in his mouth, holy shit.
“Teeth,” Nick gritted out. “Cover it with your lips.”
Tyler did as he was told to the best of his ability, but he couldn’t bloody concentrate. He’d always liked women who kissed aggressively, who knew how to use their tongues. Nick’s cock stimulated his sensitive mouth just right, making his head spin with pleasure. He just wanted to keep sucking it, feel the cock rub against the walls of his mouth. It felt so good. But the position he was in hurt his neck, so Tyler rolled off the couch and dropped to his knees in front of Nick’s spread thighs.
He moaned a little when he put his mouth back on Nick’s cock, his eyes slipping shut involuntarily.
“Fuck,” Nick grated out, sounding breathless. “You like this?”
Embarrassment washed over him. Tyler refused to answer, suddenly feeling self-conscious but unable to stop sucking.
“Yeah, like that,” Nick murmured, laying a hand on Tyler’s head. “You’re doing so well.”
Tyler preened a little, the compliment erasing his self-consciousness. Of course he was good at it; he was awesome at sex. Tyler felt so pleased that he didn’t even put up a fuss when Nick’s hand started guiding his head—or when Nick’s hips started thrusting up into his mouth. To Tyler’s confusion, it just turned him on even more, for some reason.
For a while, there was just the wet, obscene sound of Nick’s cock moving in his mouth.
But when Nick’s breathing became harsh and labored, Tyler pulled off and said, “Nope. You aren’t coming anywhere but in my ass.”
Nick glared at him. “Then get on with it, you twat.”
Smirking in triumph, Tyler pulled out a pre-lubricated condom from his pocket and rolled it on Nick’s erection. Shedding his own jeans and boxers, he straddled Nick’s lap, practically shaking with impatience. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was from sucking a cock. Was it gay? Maybe a little, but he just had a very sensitive mouth, okay?
“Did you do prep?” Nick said as his cock bumped against Tyler’s hole.
“Of course,” Tyler said, trying to line them up. Admittedly, it was a bit of a chore to prepare and stretch himself every time he wanted to get fucked. Tyler pouted a little. Women had it so much easier. At least lately he didn’t need much prep, used to Nick’s girth and always a little stretched from their previous fuck. Nick usually offered to prep him, but Tyler refused every time. Even the idea of Nick putting his fingers in his asshole made him flush with embarrassment. Nick’s cock was one thing—he knew Nick was getting off on it too so he didn’t feel as self-conscious—but fingers…fingers were different. Besides, the less intimate this was, the better. He didn’t want to mess up their friendship.