Mac opened the top drawer of his nightstand that Gideon had helped him buy off an adjunct professor. He lifted Big Bird into the air, just as a streak of moonlight caught it.
Gideon slapped it against his hand. He felt its heft in his grip.
“Is it cool if we use it?”
“Yeah.” Mac slapped Gideon’s ass, and it vibrated in his chest. Mac got into position, with his legs pulled to his chest.
Gideon spat into his hand and got the toy all slicked up. It was definitely bigger than his fingers. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Dreams literally were coming true.
Mac choked out a gasp when the toy made contact with his ass. Gideon was careful sliding it in. He wasn’t hearing any noises coming from his friend. He glanced up and Mac was squirming.
“Is this okay?”
“No,” Mac said. Gideon pulled it out. “Give me one second.”
He opened the top drawer again and tossed Gideon a bottle of something.
“What’s Astroglide?”
“It’s lube,” Mac said. “It’s like WD-40 for my ass. Put it on the dildo. It’ll make it slide in like you’re closing a drawer.”
Gideon was glad they could still joke. He poured a glob into his hand and slicked it over the sex toy.
“Yes. So much better!” Mac said.
Gideon pushed and pulled with ease. The dildo disappeared inside Mac. He watched Mac’s hole expand and his legs shift above his stomach. Mac breathed heavily, grabbing his legs even tighter. Gideon couldn’t take his eyes off Mac’s flushed face. There was something about seeing Mac losing himself in the moment that was better than Gideon’s times with women. Mac was the strong, silent type, and Gideon was ripping him out of his shell.
He began stroking Mac’s aching cock, sending Mac into the stratosphere.
“I want you to suck me.” Mac was almost begging for it.
Gideon stared at his erection in his fingers. And while he imagined this moment, getting Mac off with his sex toy, he couldn’t picture himself giving a blow job. Having a guy’s dick in his hand was different than having one in his mouth. Rimming was like eating a girl out, but there was no heterosexual counterpart to giving head. He got his mouth up close to Mac’s dick, but he couldn’t go further. It just seemed too…gay for him.
He continued jerking off Mac while plunging the toy inside him, and soon it was forgotten. Mac kept saying yes, over and over again.
Gideon pulled out the toy and slapped it against Mac’s ass. Mac begged him to put it back in. Need strangled his voice. Mac yelled and writhed, possessed with orgasm. He and Gideon locked eyes as Mac spurted all over himself.
Gideon removed the toy. Mac was frozen for a second. He didn’t say anything. Things weren’t reverting, and Gideon was unsure how to proceed. He stood up. Maybe anal required more recovery time. But then, in a flash, Mac tumbled off the bed and got on his knees in front of Gideon.
Usually, post-orgasm, guys need to take a breather. Not Mac. He seemed even more raring to go than right before he came. He was driven by something that Gideon couldn’t quite make out. Not like it mattered. Gideon happily let Mac take him in his mouth.
“Shit,” Gideon said. Mac devoured his cock, jamming it into his throat. He knew what he was doing, and Gideon thought about all the times he’d probably done this before. Plus, it was different for Mac, he thought. Mac wasn’t experimenting. He was getting a genuine enjoyment out of blowing Gideon.
Gideon caught that sinister look in Mac’s eyes. It was the type of danger that turned him on, made more blood rush south.
His legs quaked. Gideon couldn’t stand much longer. He detached himself from Mac and sat on the bed. Mac shuffled forward and returned Gideon’s dick to its rightful place. His mouth went to the base. His hot breath circled Gideon warm cock. Gideon felt the sensation of a tongue swirling around his shaft. Guys knew what guys wanted, he thought. He realized that the great head he thought he’d received in the past was merely warm-up to this grand event. Gideon grabbed a fistful of his comforter. He was a goner in seconds, shooting deep into Mac’s mouth.
Mac swallowed his load, sucking him dry. He sat on the floor, looking up at Gideon. Their eyes did all the talking, but Gideon wanted to break the actual silence between them. He had a compelling need to bring them back into the real world. They had ventured too far into another dimension, and Gideon craved familiar terrain.
“Good class,” he said with a wink.
CHAPTER thirteen
Mac
They had a few more classes over the next week. Gone was the heavy veil of awkwardness. Gideon weaned himself off pre-gay-stuff shots. Mac found himself racing home after class or a nighttime meeting, and he believed that Gideon did the same. He saw Davis in the student union with his new boyfriend and didn’t even flinch.
After their hookups, they would lie in bed and talk. Mac would rest his head on Gideon’s arm and rub his hand across Gideon’s chest. Conversation would stretch to all types of topics into the wee hours. Families, friends, futures, pasts. Once they watched the sun rise. Since they had put their mouths on each other, nothing was considered off-limits.
