Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I loved how he opened his mouth to me. He was as giving sexually as he was in everyday life. He was always trying to make me happy and comfortable, and it was no different right now.
He wanted to give me everything. And nobody deserved that more than him.
“Oh my God, I can’t stand it, Mitch,” he said against my lips as we broke off the kiss. He laced his fingers into my hair as I turned his body around, bringing him back to the edge of the bed.
“You can’t stand what?”
He pulled in a shuddering breath. “All of it. Wanting you this badly. Having to act like I don’t want you this badly, every time I see you.”
I swallowed hard. “So you really were doing it, too?”
“Acting like I didn’t want you to flip me over and fuck me every day for the last… well, for my whole adult life? Yes.”
My cock jumped. “When you tell me you’ve wanted me forever, it turns me on even more,” I said. I ran my palm down his chest. “I don’t fucking know why. When you let me sleep on you, even that felt like the best thing in the fucking world. I don’t know why this is all hitting me at once.”
“Well, I’m not good at resisting you, Mitch,” he said. Even in the low light I could see the quiet desperation in his eyes. I wanted to wrap him up in a hug forever and I simultaneously wanted to push my cock deep inside of him. It was an intoxicating mix.
“I’m sure as shit not very good at resisting you, either,” I said.
He collapsed back onto the bed, throwing his arms up. He was splayed out now, and I couldn’t help but drag my hands over him immediately.
“So get over here and fuck me already, straight boy,” Evan said, allowing a teasing tone to creep into his voice.
“Who are you calling straight?” I asked, pushing his legs apart and sitting between them, kissing the soft skin of his inner thigh.
“You better figure that one out for yourself.”
“Maybe I don’t want to figure it out. Maybe I just want to fuck you.”
His cock bobbed, and I watched as a small bead of precum leaked from the tip. I dipped to lick it up, surprised again by how mild and pleasant it was.
“Mmm,” I hummed. “Fuck it. If wanting every bit of you makes me… not straight, then I’m fucking not.”
He pulled in a small, sharp breath of air. It was barely noticeable, and I knew Evan was trying to hide his surprise, but it was there.
And I also knew that I needed to be inside him, sooner rather than later. My cock was aching between my legs. I had to be as close to him as was humanly possible. I didn’t know how I’d gone a whole lifetime without doing it.
17
Evan
It’s not every day you walk in on your best friend experimenting with gay porn, and then get to join in. I don’t care how insane it makes me, I’m not turning away from that scene.
My whole life had been a long series of making myself not get my hopes up.
I wasn’t supposed to get my hopes up about Mitch liking me back, when we were in high school. Or get my hopes up about my mom making a recovery from her illness. Or get my hopes up that I’d ever find love.
And over the past few weeks, I definitely had been telling myself, over and over again, not to get my hopes up about Mitch’s foray into experimenting with my body.
But right now, watching Mitch slick his fingers with lube he’d bought just for me, all of my willpower shattered. My hopes were running wild, dancing around in the space Mitch had just created for them when he told me he probably wasn’t straight.
I knew it didn’t mean anything. I knew he still was nowhere near ready for a relationship. But for once, he wasn’t treating all of this like some weird, random aberration.
It felt like he needed me as much as I needed him.
And all it served to do was turn me the fuck on.
I felt like I was drunk even though I was nowhere near it. I’d already been delirious and sleepy when I’d sauntered over to Mitch’s room, and when I found him hard and ready for me, I’d slipped into a lust-drunk haze.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Mitch said as he brought his slicked fingers against my hole. “How… how am I supposed to do it? Do I need to go slow?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Hang on,” I said. I sat up and got onto all fours on the bed. “I know this is kind of awkward, with my ass sticking up in the air, but… it’s a good way to do it at first.”