Page 26 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

“My folks never talked to me about sex. They just let me figure it out on my own.”

“I’m not sure which is worse.”

“Me neither.”

His knee brushes against mine and my breath hitches.

“After that, I couldn’t get enough.” Trav focuses on my face. “I jacked off so much my dick was raw sometimes. Always at night or in the shower when I wouldn’t be caught. Once I knew how good it felt to come, I couldn’t stop.”

“Yeah, me too,” I grunt, my throat thick with need, but I keep my hand away for now. “Do you remember your first time putting your dick in something?”

“Something?” Trav asks. “Like a person?”

“No. Before that.”

“Like a pie?” He snorts a laugh. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck a pie.”

“I didn’t.” I flick my tongue out to wet my lips, inhaling the steamy, eucalyptus scented air. “Kind of,” I admit.

“What’s kind of like a pie?”

“Pudding. I warmed it up first.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I bet it felt good.”

“So good.” I chuckle. “It was warm and soft and messy. I had to tell my mom I spilled the bowl on my sheets and got scolded for taking food into my room, but it was worth it.”

He moans softly as he flicks his hardened nipple. “Then the first time you were with a girl?”

“It was better than the pudding.”

“I bet. Women are… nice.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“But this is… also nice. With you.”

My pulse quickens at his words. I focus on his face for a second before my eyes drop to where his hand is gripping his erection. He’s hard. And big. His hand is no match for what he’s packing.

Trav jerks his cock with long strokes, swirling his palm over the head before sliding down the shaft again. I mirror his movements, my eyes locked on his thick cock. The steamy air around us makes the glide slicker, and even without lube, I find a steady pace that feels like heaven. I want to sink my fingers into my ass and tap my prostate, but I hold back, focusing instead on how good Trav looks.

I’ve never had an issue acknowledging other men’s looks. I don’t see anything weird about it, and Trav is one of the best-looking men I’ve ever seen. Women throw themselves at him and we even found a site full of gay fans fawning all over him once. He was flattered.

“Fuck,” Travis moans, arching his back. His thigh rubs against mine, the rough hair on our legs creating a nice friction between us. I notice the way the head of his cock bobs in his fist. “You gonna be good for me and make yourself come?”

My breath hitches. What did he just say?

A shiver runs through me as I scoop my balls into my fingers, massaging them while I pump my cock, watching my best friend jerk off next to me, my mind swirling with chaos over his question.

“Yeah, like that,” Trav murmurs, watching me. “I love when you let me lead you. So good for me.”

“Jesus.” I moan as my cock swells even more.

“Beau,” he whispers, just loud enough for me to hear him over the hiss of the steam.

“Trav,” I grunt back, letting him know I heard him. “Fuck, Trav.”

“Shit, Beau. I’m gonna come.”