“Damn, that voice,” Brock moaned as he attacked my mouth, pulling me into my room.
His mouth left mine as he started stripping. He reached behind his head, yanking his shirt off. I had seen him unclothed so many times. This time, my mouth went bone dry. I’d run my hands over his chest and whole body as I’d treated his injuries, but to have Brock in front of me, stripping for just me and not for any reason other than wanting to be naked with me, blew my mind. I stood there as he popped the buttons on his pants. As the zipper lowered and I realized he had gone commando, I pounced.
I’d never been this fucking turned on in my damned life. I tackled him to the bed, fusing our mouths together. My hands slid down his body, pushing his pants off.
He shoved my shirt up under my armpits but growled against my mouth. “Dammit, strip. I need to touch you, too.”
I pulled my shirt off and then stood up to drop my jeans. I hesitated as I reached for my boxer briefs.
Brock sat up, his hands gripping my hips. “As much or as little as you want.”
“I want everything,” I told him.
It was true, but I had no fucking clue what I was doing when it came to gay sex. I didn’t know the rules.
“Are you ready for everything? Or are you just curious?” Brock asked.
I carded my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “I’m definitely curious.”
After another minute or so, I decided to shuck my underwear. I slid them off, kicking them aside.
“Jesus, Woody. Your body has always made my mouth water…” Brock said, running his hand down my chest to my cock. He looked at me, his eyes pleading. “Can I?”
I didn’t know what he fucking wanted, but if it had anything to do with him touching my dick, I was on board.
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
Brock gazed up at me as he slowly leaned in and licked my cock from root to tip.
“JESUS FUUUUCK!” I shoved my fingers in his hair, gripping it harshly.
Brock, the smug bastard, chuckled. “Just wait, baby. It only gets better.”
He wasn’t fucking wrong, either. He took my cock in his mouth. His fucking mouth was like heaven on earth and Utopia had a baby. Jesus Christ, the man’s mouth did things I didn’t fucking know were possible.
Brock’s head bobbed as he sucked me. His tongue swirled and lapped at my shaft. The man was a cock-sucking maestro.
“Fucking hell, Rocket. You’re gonna make me come,” I moaned as he dipped his tongue in my slit.
I was gushing precum like a geyser, but he didn’t seem to give a fuck. He just hummed and sucked harder.
Rocket pulled off my cock, a ribbon of spit connecting the head of my junk to those full, glistening pink lips of his. He surged back forward and sucked me down again, his eyes locked onto mine.
“Hmm, so fucking good,” he said when he pulled away a second time. He lazily stroked my dick. “I want you to come. I wanna taste it. I want you to fucking shoot your load down my throat, but I’m up for suggestions for this op.”
I traced his swollen lips.
“I thought you might want something more,” I hedged.
I’d had anal sex, but was it different for a gay guy than a girl.
Brock stood up, his cock brushing against mine, causing me to shudder. I just barely kept from coming. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he cupped my face.
“This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you’re ready for. I never asked…” he started.
I gazed at his mouth, longing for him to kiss me again. “Asked what?”
“I just assumed—and before you say it, yes, I know what that makes me—but I think I assumed wrong,” Brock said.
