Chapter 7 #2
I pulled his hand to my crotch, pressing it there. The feel of his hand against my dick, even through the fabric of my pants, made me dizzy. What blood was left in the rest of my body rushed to where his palm cupped my cock.
“I’m pretty damn sure.”
Brock’s eyes slid closed. He kissed my lips, licking softly at my mouth before saying, “I know you’re horny. I am too, but like you said in Fallujah, I want to make sure that a romp doesn’t fuck shit up with my best fucking friend.”
I remembered the conversation like it was yesterday. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I promise.”
That hearty, raspy laugh that always made me smile washed over me.
Brock dropped a kiss against my mouth, then continued kissing along my jaw to that soft spot behind my ear before whispering, “Then take me to bed. I’m yours to do with as you want.”
“You sure about that?” I asked.
He was leaving the door wide fucking open with a statement like that.
His hands wrapped around my body as he murmured, “As much or as little as you want.”
Jealousy slammed into me like an RPG hitting the side of a building. I growled in the back of my throat. The thought of him with someone else, experiencing those things without me, created a sinkhole in my soul.
What the fuck? I’ve never been jealous before.
Brock smirked. His lips twitched as he tried to hold back a smile.
“Are you jealous?” he asked incredulously, that fucking smirk still jerking like a crackhead jonesing for a fix.
“Shut up and get in the fucking bed,” I growled at him, annoyed at him and the evil green monster that made my skin feel too fucking small.
“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.
I looked up at him. Staring at his mouth had me overheated, but meeting his gaze, the heat was different, less lusty, and more shy even though his dick was pressed against mine and the orgasm that was still bubbling at the base of my spine threatened to go off at any moment.
I was so fucking removed from being a virgin, but that was how Brock made me feel.
“What did you assume?” I asked.
I thought I knew, but he’d surprised me so fucking much in the last few months that I couldn’t be sure.
“That you’re straight.”
I sighed. “I was, or I thought I was, until that night with Carly. But when I came, it was your name that got stuck in my throat. Not hers.”
The confession was so low I didn’t know if he’d heard me.
“Same. Seeing you come pushed me over the edge,” Brock said. His hands brushed the hair off my forehead. “Hopefully she wasn’t disappointed with us both more into each other than her.”
I didn’t want to talk about Carly, because I didn’t want to explain to Brock what happened earlier in the week, so I said, “Wanna get in bed and discuss this op a bit more?”
Brock laughed as he knee-walked backward, pulling me along with him. “Sounds like a game plan. What else do you need to know?”
I sucked in a breath as he pulled me back into his arms, and our cocks slotted in next to one another like they were meant to be there.
“The rules,” I gasped as Brock rained kisses along my collarbone.
“What rules?” he asked as his mouth moved up my neck to that fucking spot below my ear that felt like it was a fucking trigger for my cock.
“Gahh! Umm, fuck!”
He’d wrapped his hand around my cock. Did he really think I would be able to fucking answer him?
Brock continued stroking me, but not with enough firmness to do more than tease me. He murmured against my neck, “Hmm, rules? The only rule I can think of is the one that says I want this big, gorgeous cock of yours in my ass as soon as you’re up for it.”
I pushed him away from my neck so I could look at him.
“You…um, you like that? You’re a big guy. I figured you’d like it the other way,” I said bashfully.
Brock chuckled. “Don’t mistake size for role.
Same as you wouldn’t mistake size for strength or ability.
Liking a dick in my ass shouldn’t be off-limits because I’m a mini-giant.
” He tugged at my dick. “Plus, this is a work of fucking art. Long and thick with a big head that’s sure to choke the shit out of me when you shove it down my throat or peg my prostate without fail. ”
I gasped at the dirty talk. Lust flashed through me. I wanted all that and more.
Jesus, who knew that shit could be such a fucking turn-on?
“Yes,” I gasped. “All that.”
My breaths were short and harsh, made worse when Brock wrapped an arm around my waist and dropped me to the bed on my back. He followed me down, swallowing my gasp as he kissed me deeply. His tongue delved into the recesses of my mouth, brushing and caressing every inch.
I buried my hands in his hair, jerking his mouth from mine.
“Quit stalling,” I growled. “I feel like I’ve been hard for hours.”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How much I’ve fantasized about being in your arms?” Brock asked, his voice husky and his eyes shiny.
I touched his nose with mine as I gazed into those gorgeous blue eyes. “How… Why did it take me so long to see what was standing right beside me all this time?”
Brock kissed me, grinding his dick into my groin, forcing my cock into his.
I gasped as he whispered, “I’m just glad you’re seeing it now.”
Another deep kiss, some more grinding, and I was getting close.
Brock asked against my lips, “Do you have lube?”
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.