I reached for the nightstand drawer and handed him the tube. “Do we need a condom?”
As much as I didn’t want to think about him being with other people, I knew he had. But I was also aware of the fact that we were tested for everything known to man and some things probably only known to the military, so I knew we were clean.
“Up to you. The only person I’ve been with in the last couple of months is you and Carly,” Brock said as he opened the tube, squirting some on his fingers.
I was fucking flabbergasted. He’d said he’d done this before, but when was the last time? Why the long dry spell?
The questions just kept spinning through my head as I watched Brock reach behind himself, and the look on his face as he prepped himself had me taking my cock in hand. Jesus fucking Christ, the man was sexy as hell.
How am I just now seeing this? We’ve been friends for years.
The sound of Brock’s fingers moving in his ass and the sounds he made had me trembling with need as I toyed with myself, trying to keep from coming by watching and listening to him.
I reached up, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him toward me. “You need to hurry that shit along, or I’m going to come on your cock and not in your ass.”
Brock huffed a laugh. He kissed me savagely as he positioned himself over my cock and lowered himself slowly. I held myself steady, but fuck, it was so goddamn hard not to thrust up into him. I gripped his hips and forced myself to stay still, groaning with the effort.
“Holy fuck, you feel good. So fucking tight,” I gritted out through my teeth.
I watched a tear roll down his face as he leaned forward over me, whispering into the crook of my neck, “Fuck, you’re big, baby. So damn big.”
As hard as it was, I waited for him to let me know he was ready for more.
“You okay?” I asked.
He nodded and moved.
“Sweet fuck, Brock!”
Just that tiny little bit of movement sent lightning bolts through me. This wouldn’t last long if the Fourth of July detonated inside me every time he moved.
“Move,” he whispered.
“Thank fuck,” I growled, thrusting into him, and he mewled into my neck.
Groaning, I continued moving in and out of him as he rode my cock, meeting every thrust. Writhing against each other was fucking amazing. Who the fuck knew gay sex felt so damn good? I might have tried it sooner if I’d known it was like this.
Brock’s litany of “harder” and “more” got louder and louder until I flipped him on his back, never missing a beat. I thrust into him several times, fighting against his writhing and our sweat-soaked skin to find just the right position and grip. Suddenly, his body bowed, his head burrowing back into the pillows as his mouth fell open in a silent scream that quickly turned into a garbled growl.
“FUCK!” I cried out as his body clamped down on mine, stilling my movements and milking the orgasm that had been building at the base of my spine out of me without warning.
I dropped onto him, relieved when I felt his cock still jumping from his orgasm. It would have been really fucking bad if I’d failed to get the man off. I’d never been a selfish loverin the past, but Brock was bringing out all sorts of shit I didn’t realize I’d had locked up inside me.
Like feelings for your best friend?
Ignoring the smartass that lived in my head, I rolled off Brock as my cock softened. We lay there in bed, side-by-side, as our breaths continued to come fast and harsh.
To say my mind was reeling was putting it mildly. It sped around so rapidly that I felt like one of those characters in the old cartoons I’d watched with my grandparents as a kid. If I were them or they were me, butterflies would be swirling around their head, and they’d be wobbling, barely able to stay upright.
I just fucked my best friend.
The words screamed in my head, flashing like headlights on a pitch-black night before my eyes. I knew it had happened. I could still feel his ass around my cock. My very sore cock.
Am I…gay?
I nearly laughed out loud. If you fuck guys, you’re gay. Or at least bi. Right? That was the definition. If you only fuck dudes, you’re gay. If you fuck both, you’re bi.
Guess I’m bi, then, because I’ve fucked a lot of women over the years.
