Corey turned the temp down even further.
“You’ll never get that popsicle hard enough to fuck me if you don’t get in!”
Goading Brooks almost always worked.
“Oh really? I knew you always wanted my dick.”
“You’re so gay.”
“Pft!Shows what you know. You’re the gay one. Once I fuck you.”
How did that make sense? Corey had so many questions. But they would have to wait until later.
As soon as the temperature dropped, Corey tried to get Brooks under it, but the idiot still fought him.
“I’m trying to warm you up, bro! Stop being so gay.”
“You just want an excuse to get me wet and naked. I’m on to you. See? You’re the gay one.”
“I’ll show you gay.”
The two of them scuffled, taking turns to try and dodge out from under the warm spray while at the same time trying to push the other under it.
Pants tangled around their ankles. Their shirts were used as leverage. Corey managed to get Brooks’s shirt around his shoulder and face and bodily pushed him under the water.
Grappling with a half-naked male body should be making his skin crawl. It shouldn’t heat him up just as much as the warm water raining down on them.
Once Brooks’s shirt hit the floor with a wet splat, Brooks swiftly turned the tables, pulling Corey’s shirt over his head and twisting him up.
Corey didn’t mean to let Brooks win so easily. There were extenuating circumstances!
Like the fact that Corey was hard.
His dick had been neglected for so long. Being pressed against a warm body - his dick wasn’t made of stone! Or maybe it was. He’d gotten rock hard so fast it made his head spin.
Don’t let Brooks notice. Don’t let him notice. Please, please, please, he’ll never let me live it down.
Chest to chest, Brooks held Corey under the now lukewarm water.
All the gay jokes suddenly weren’t funny anymore.
“Ha! I win, you won’t ever-”
Brooks looked down. So did Corey.
“I knew it! So youdowant a taste of my popsicle!”
Corey sputtered. “It’s the water! It has nothing to do with your cold dick!”
“Getting hard at the thought of fucking me huh?” Corey’s frantic denials went ignored. “If you want it that bad, first you have to warm my dick up in your ass.”
Before their eyes, Brooks’s dick hardened in record time. Like the idea of fucking Corey for real was sending all of Brooks’s warm blood down south.
What the fuck?
Chapter 2
“Shit, you’ve been holding out on me.”
