Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” he mumbled, mortified.
Releasing his partner’s wrists, he tried to roll away, but O’Brian held him firmly in place, wrapping his arms around Valenti’s back, and whispered, “Wait a minute, Nicky. Where do you think you’re goin’?”
“Anywhere else but here. God, Sean -- don’t know what came over me. Guess it’s been too long between girls. I’m sorry.” Valenti tried to roll away again, but his partner refused to allow it. Still holding his partner tight in his arms, O’Brian opened his legs to cradle Valenti between his thighs. Valenti felt a long sigh fall out of himself as O’Brian gently rocked against him, rubbing their hard cocks together in an excruciatingly hot rhythm.
“What ... what are you doing?” Valenti gasped, unable to stop himself from responding to his partner’s stroking. Both cocks were leaking freely now, and the warm layer of pre-cum was helping to generate delicious friction between them. Much more of this, and he would explode -- would come all over his partner’s flat belly, and he knew he couldn’t do that.
“I’m just practicin’,” O’Brian whispered in his ear, using one hand on the back of his neck to draw Valenti down into another long, breathless kiss and explore his partner thoroughly. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, but ...” Valenti struggled to remember why they shouldn’t be doing this, but his partner’s body against his felt too wonderful to deny. Groaning, he pumped back, feeling the length of his shaft rub against O’Brian’s from its thick base to the wide, flaring head. It felt like velvet over hot steel.
“We might have to do this or worse.” O’Brian’s voice in his ear sounded breathless and low. “Better get the awkwardness out of the way now. Right?” His hips continued to work as he talked, driving Valenti to distraction -- nearly over the edge and beyond.
“Right, I guess ...” Valenti gasped and leaned down to capture O’Brian’s mouth with his once more, loving the taste of the man beneath him and the feel of his best friend’s solid, aching cock against his own. “But, Sean ... we keep this up, I’m gonna come. Can’t ... can’t help it ...”
He felt closer to the edge with each passing second, and it was the most sublime feeling he could ever imagine. No quick roll in the hay with any woman had ever been half as good as this intense pleasure he was sharing with his partner, the man of his heart, who was rocking beneath him -- offering his body for their mutual bliss.
“That’s okay. Hell, more than okay. I’m close, too,” O’Brian whispered back. “C’mon, babe, wanna feel you come. Wanna come with you ...” He gave a particularly strong thrust against Valenti’s cock, and the combination of those hot words and the achingly wonderful friction pushed Valenti over the edge. Groaning, he wrapped his arms around his partner and held O’Brian tight as fierce spasms shook him and hot cum spurted between their bodies. He felt the man beneath him tremble, and then O’Brian was coming, too, arching against him helplessly and gasping his name. Nick, oh, God, Nick, over and over as he let himself go.
For a long moment they lay together, not speaking, too tired and emotionally wiped to even attempt coherent conversation. Slowly, though, the realization of what he had done began to come back to Valenti. He had come all over his best friend’s belly, had rubbed against him like a cat in heat until he spurted hot cum all over O’Brian. True, O’Brian had done the same thing, had even encouraged him to let go and let it happen, but maybe that had just been the heat of passion talking. Would he hate Valenti now that it was done and over with? Would he want nothing more to do with him? Valenti lay there, frozen on top of his partner, waiting for O’Brian’s Irish-Catholic values to reassert themselves with a vengeance.
“Oof, you’re heavy.” O’Brian’s good-natured complaint dispelled some of Valenti’s fears as he rolled hurriedly off his partner. He knew O’Brian inside and out, and if the other man was upset about what had just happened between them, he would have let Valenti know at once.
“Sorry,” Valenti mumbled. “Made a mess ...” He began to get up to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, but O’Brian’s hand on his arm held him in place.
“Hey, it’s half mine, ya know, babe. Stay where you are. I’ll rinse up and get you a washcloth.” His partner hopped nimbly off the bed and went into the bathroom before Valenti could protest.
He lay in the half-light and listened to the sounds of water splashing in the basin and some other sound he couldn’t quite identify. Finally the water sounds stopped, and he realized with growing incredulity that O’Brian was actually humming. Apparently the thing they had just done together -- Valenti couldn’t quite bring himself to call it sex -- didn’t bother his partner at all.