His dick sat in a warm and wet puddle of his own precum. And he wasn’t the type to make a lot of precum! He neededto experience this again. He needed to figure out a way to get Brooks so cold he’d turn to Corey for warmth again.
“Fuck Corey. Your ass feels so good. I get it now. I get it. Fuck it’s so good. I’m going to fill you with so much cum.”
Maybe Brooks agreed with him?
Then the most unexpected thing happened. Brooks slid his other arm under Corey’s waist and-
Oh Fuck!
Brooks found Corey’s rock-hard dick.
“Holy shit,” Brooks whispered. “This is…”
Fuck. And not in a good way. This wasn’t supposed to be gay! And here Corey was, making it weird!
“Perfect!” Brooks said.
“Huh?”
Brooks gripped Corey’s shaft. The soft and familiar hand was everything Corey had been desperately denying himself.
“The perfect grip. Now I can fuck you for real.”
It hadn’t been real before!?
His back was pushed hard against Brooks’s chest. Brooks lips pressed against the back of Corey’s neck - he could feel every breath in the sensitive short hairs. Most importantly, the hand on his dick gripped him hard, like Brooks was using it for leverage with every thrust.
“Who has the biggest dick?” Brooks asked.
“Uh!” Corey cried.
Fuck he was going to come. He was going to- he couldn’t! Brooks had to- Oh God!
“You do!” The words burst out of him.
“Fuck yeah. I knew it.”
If Corey had thought admitting it would make Brooks slow down, he’d been dead wrong.
“Take it. Take my big cock.”
“Brooks-” Corey gasped.
Each thrust brought him closer and closer. Brooks’s hand gripping his shaft wouldn’t be enough to stop it. If Brooks’s hand moved a little bit more- if it gave the head of Corey’s cock just a little bit more-
“Fuck. You sound like you’re going to come. You gonna come from my cock, Corey? Going to coat my hand like you did in the shower?”
“Brooks, fuck yes, Brooks, hurry. Hurry and finish. I’m sorry- I can’t-!”
“Never had someone so hot for me. You’re burning up. My God, you’re a furnace around my cock. Going to come inside you. Then I’ll let you come. I promise. Or we’ll come together. It’s not gay if we- we’re just helping each other- oh fuck!”
“Yes! Brooks! Yes!”
“Oh fuck- here it- can you feel- oh Fuck!”
It felt like when the two of them had stood at the top of a slope with fresh powder. Even with the avalanche warning sign, the second Brooks went over the edge; Corey helplessly followed.
All it took was Brooks’s hand giving Corey one good stroke.
