Leaning over him, I slide my palm down his torso. His skin isflushed and warm underneath my touch, and the muscles of his body are hard and firm. When I reach the waistband of his briefs I pause and look down at him, waiting for his go-ahead.
He nods his head, then takes his gaze down, watching intently as I free his cock and stroke it in a loose grip. His lips part, his eyes close, and his head drops back as I work my hand slowly up and down his shaft. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Hmm…” I hum. “You know what would feel better?”
“Not much.” He laughs and opens his eyes to look up at me.
I let go of his dick and he lets out a whimper of complaint. “Don’t whine. I’m not leaving you like this,” I say as I take my briefs off and free my own cock as well.
He’s staring down again, and I give my cock a few slow, loose strokes, just like the ones I gave him.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
He looks up at me. His eyes are narrowed, and his brow is furrowed. “Yes,” he says. “But you already knew that. Now get back to touching my dick.”
I give myself a few more slow strokes. “You’re right. Baby doesn’t work for you in bed.”
He opens his mouth to protest. I lean in and kiss him before he gets a chance. While our lips are locked, I let go of my dick and bring my hand to his. I hold him with a firm grip. “You’re less of a baby, and way more of a brat.”
“Fuck. You,” he says slowly and bucks his hips up into my hand.
I let go again. He collapses onto his back with a huff.
“Patience,” I laugh, and reach over him to open up my bedside table drawer. Inside I find my bottle of lube. I pull myself up straight and sit back on my heels, then open the bottle and pour some into my hand. To keep him from complaining, I smear the lube over his dick, and work the head with a few rolls of my hand.
“Fuck…” he moans, his voice low and sexy.
As I work his dick with my hand, I position myself to straddleone of his legs. I may be looming over him, and I may also be in control right now, but I also don’t want to assume a too dominant position if that’s not what he’s into. Exploring Brandon, discovering new details about him, reading his likes and dislikes is one of the funnest things about this.
I lean forward and brace myself with my free hand as I kiss him. This new position has my dick hover just over his. I loosen my grip, then drop my hips so I can place my dick beside his in my hand. Then, I wrap my fingers around both of us and thrust against him into my fist.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he says, his rock-hard cock rigid and straining.
I drop my hips so I can feel more of his body against mine as we thrust and grind together into my slick fist. Exploring each other this way feels primal. My body can move and enjoy every second of this on instinct. Man against man. Our dicks gliding back and forth against each other. The comfort of being with someone who not only enjoys but understands this very base need. Who craves it as I do. It’s perfect.
And the fact that it’s with Brandon. Someone who has never made me feel like I’m wrong. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“Oh fuck,” he says, breathless underneath me. He’s quickening his pace.
My balls draw up and I make my grip tighter. We’re both about to blow, and I’d like for it to be done together.
Quickening my own pace, I lean back down and attach my lips to his. He moans into my kiss, and I feel the splash of his release begin to coat my hand. The warmth of his come, sliding between my fingers, and coating my dick tips me over the edge.
I’m panting as I remove my lips from his. We both look down between us, and watch as I shoot my load onto his stomach below me.
Once I’m done, and I let go of our dicks, I roll off of him and land on thebed.
He’s laughing beside me. “That was not how I expected this night to go.”
“No,” I admit. “Me neither.” I catch my breath then position myself back on top of him. “But I sure am glad it did.”
Brandon
After showering, Ryan is true to his word and offers to take me back to Danton’s. I don’t want to leave him. But I also know it’s for the best. The longer I stay here in the afterglow of us having sex, the harder it’s going to be for me to accept it when Ryan inevitably changes his mind and goes back to thinking that he and I are a bad idea. Even if after that, it’s clear we’re not.
Sex with Ryan, I’m almost ashamed to admit, was the best I’ve ever had. And it wasn’t even anything all that involved. No penetration. No one’s dick made it into anyone’s mouth. We literally just mutually humped ourselves into Ryan’s fist and it was the most shattering goddamn sexual experience of my life.
That eight-year build-up really paid off. Not that Ryan knows anything about that. It’s not like he’s been dreaming of every which way to have me the same way I have with him for far too long.
