Was Brooks asking what he thought Brooks was asking? He had to be sure. He refused to be accused of anything after the fact. Brooks didn’t have to know that Corey’s ass and dick were screaming an emphatic yes to the unspoken question.
“Help how?”
“It’d be so much easier to melt my popsicle dick inside your ass.”
“Right, don’t want you to get hypothermia again,” Corey said.
Where was the no-homo line now? Corey couldn’t see it. As long as they didn’t become like Lance and Reece, they’d be fine, right?
“Course,” Brooks said, already pushing in deeper. “Just to keep away the hypothermia.”
The tip slipped in so easily, Corey assumed the rest would slide in in no time. Brooks would get his release, finish warming up, and they’d both forget this ever happened.
But that was not reality.
Brooks pushed his dick in as far as he could, then gasped and pulled back.
“Fuck. So tight.”
Brooks tried again. Getting deeper, but not all the way in, forced to pull back once again until only the tip was in.
The process repeated.
Over and over.
Each time Brooks got a little deeper. Each time Corey relaxed a little more. Each time it went deeper. By the time Brooks wasfully seated inside, hips pressed tight to Corey’s ass, they were both breathing hard.
Corey was burning up from the inside. Brooks had to be feeling the heat. Had this warmed him up enough to melt him? Going by how much precum was slicking up Corey’s insides, the answer was yes.
As soon as he was buried up to the hilt, Brooks stopped moving.
Hand still flat against Corey’s chest, Brooks fidgeted nervously with Corey’s nipples, not knowing that every flick and pinch went straight to Corey’s untouched dick. With the intensity of the nipple play, Corey felt like Brooks was working up to asking for something.
Meanwhile, Corey was internally screaming, ‘Just fuck me already!’
He was past the point of caring if it was gay.
All he knew for sure was that he couldn’t touch himself. The moment he did, he was sure he’d come. Nowthatwould be gay.
“Bro, no homo, but can I fuck you?” Brooks whispered, like he was hoping Corey wouldn’t hear. Or like he was afraid there might be someone else listening.
But Brooks said it.
Finally.
The relief was instant.
“Isn’t that gay?” Corey’s mouth moved automatically.
“Isaidno homo.”
“Right. Course. If it’ll finish warming you up, then yeah.”
“I’ll finish all right. Finish melting this popsicle inside you.”
God, Brooks could be so corny. Just like Corey. There was a reason they were such fast friends. It was the reason Corey’s ass relaxed enough to let Brooks move.
Thumb on Corey’s nipple, Brooks slowly began to thrust in earnest. It was just as hesitant as Corey felt. But as Brooks gained the confidence to speed up, so too did Corey learn to relax into it.
