Chapter 27
A wolfish grin curled on Graham’s face. “Commando, eh?”
Brent offered a humble shrug. “What can I say? I was feeling free-spirited today.”
“No complaints here,” Graham replied. He took in a whiff of Brent’s scent as he gripped his cock around the base.
Stroking gently, he marveled at the erection before him. Jesus, did Brent have a magnificent dick. Ever since their first encounter, he’d grown desperate to taste it. And now he was about to get exactly what he’d been waiting for.
He looked up at Brent above him. He needed to see the look in his eyes as he finally went down on him at last.
“Go for it, Graham.” Brent’s voice was barely a whisper.
Parting his lips, Graham accepted Brent’s cock into his mouth. His whole body relaxed as its masculine warmth filled him.
“Fuuuck, Graham,” Brent moaned, eyes going wide at the sight of his companion worshipping his pole. “You’ve been craving this.”
It was all Graham could do to nod as he took in more of Brent’s cock. That perfect, glorious, rock-hard cock.
A sinful smile curled on Brent’s lips. “Good boy.”
Suddenly, though, he pulled his dick away. “All right, you’ve had your fun.”
Graham felt himself dim. As far as he was concerned, he was just getting started.
What Brent said next, though, restored his enthusiasm in full.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Adrenaline spiked inside Graham’s veins. “Hell yeah.”
Pulling Graham up to his feet, Brent ripped his fly open wide. A stiff, hard erection sprang out. An erection that stretched Graham’s tight cotton briefs to their limits.
“Gee, you have missed me,” Brent said with a smirk.
Graham arched a cocky eyebrow. “Is there a problem with that?”
Brent drew his face in close to inhale Graham’s scent through his briefs. “Not at all.” He yanked Graham’s underwear down, freeing his cock from confinement. “Oh, yeah. Just as good as I remember it.” He hawked a wad of spit into his palm.
And promptly encircled it around Graham’s shaft.
Slowly, gently, he stroked, gliding his hand along Graham’s hard-on lovingly.
It sent a wave of pleasure through Graham’s body like he knew only Brent could provide.
“Fuck, that feels good.” The words came out breathy, ragged.
From head to hilt, Brent stroked, teasing every inch of Graham’s hardness. Slick with his spit, his fingers slid over the contours of Graham’s manhood effortlessly.
“If you think that feels good, just wait ’til you get a load of this.”
And just like that, Brent swallowed Graham’s cock to its base.
Graham could have sworn he was seeing the northern lights all over again.
“Fuuuck.”
Brent would have issued a reply, but he hated talking with his mouth full.
And what a mouth it was.
Warm.
Welcoming.
Hungry.
God, what talent. Without so much as batting an eye, Brent had gone directly to deepthroating. Do not pass Go, no not collect two hundred dollars, just straight down to business.
The walls of his throat pressed against Graham’s cock, squeezing it blissfully as he choked on the fat rod.
“You OK, man?”
The nod Brent returned without so much as pausing confirmed he was OK indeed.
Leaning back, Graham braced himself against a nearby dresser.
One thing was certain, Brent sure hadn’t been kidding about his blowjob skills.
He knew all the right spots to hit. Graham’s full, heavy balls.
The sensitive underside of his shaft. The tender slit of his cockhead.
How Brent had learned to do this out in Nowheresville, Graham was at a loss to explain.
Apparently, it just came naturally to this stallion.
“Baby, that feels amazing.” Grasping Brent’s hand, Graham ran his fingers through his hair.
But quickly paused as he registered what he’d just said. Baby? Yikes, that was coming on strong. The last thing he wanted was Brent thinking he had the wrong idea about what they were doing.
If Brent was bothered, though, he certainly didn’t show it. In fact, the encouragement seemed only to make him more enthused.
Slurping hungrily, he worked Graham’s dick with his tongue, twirling it vigorously to pleasure his partner’s manhood from all angles.
Graham let his head fall back in bliss. God, this wasn’t just a blowjob, it was full-on cock worship.
And the best part of all was that it was Brent Danvers giving it to him.
Fuck, did he look pretty slobbering on Graham’s dick. His tousled hair. Stubbled jawline. Dark eyelashes. He could stand here and let Brent do this forever.
His dick, however, was a different story. Throbbing as Brent milked him with his warm, wet lips, Graham could feel himself riding the edge.
“You’d better take your mouth off me,” he warned. “I’m getting close to busting.”
The warning, however, went unheeded. Not only did Brent keep sucking, he in fact began sucking faster.
Chest rising and falling, Graham fought to regulate his breathing. “I’m warning you, Brent. If you keep this up, I’m going to…”
He felt his lover’s lips tightening on his shaft.
“I’m going to…”
The suction increasing as Brent took his full length down his throat.
“Fuck, Brent. I’m…”
The wet, silky warmth of Brent’s smart, slutty mouth.
“Cumming!”
Shockwaves rocked his body as a thick jet of hot milk shot down Brent’s eager throat.
“Fuuuck!”
A deep moan of pleasure issued forth from Brent, still sucking up the remaining drops of Graham’s load.
Held at Brent’s mercy, Graham squirmed at the torture. The tingle of Brent’s lips, unrelenting on his post-nut dick, was enough to bring Graham to his knees.
Finally, Brent granted Graham reprieve. With a pop of suction, he released his lover’s spent cock from his mouth.
“Holy fuck, Brent. That was…it was…”
“I rather enjoyed it, too.” He wiped a stray drop of cum from his lips, licking it up hungrily from his finger. “I could do this every day, baby.”
Baby. The word dropped a brick in Graham’s stomach. “Say,” he began, biting his lip tentatively, “I know it was me who started it with the pet names, but maybe it’s for the best if we don’t—”
His words, however, went unfinished. The next thing Graham knew, he was tasting Brent’s lips—still salty with cum—pressed up against his own.
Whatever he’d been about to say, Graham forgot about it instantly as Brent’s hot, passionate kisses consumed him like an inferno.
Hell, if he was being honest, this was even better than the blowjob.
An all-too-short moment later, though, Brent pulled his lips away.
“Graham.”
He couldn’t help but notice the quaver smirching Brent’s voice.
“I think I…”
Uh-oh.
“I think…I…”
Don’t say it.
“I think I’m falling for you, Graham.”
The admission flatlined Graham’s heart instantly. Slack-jawed, he did a double take as the words he couldn’t believe he’d just heard processed inside his brain.
“You…what?” Not the best response, admittedly, but it was all he could eke out when his throat felt like it had just been sandblasted.
“I’m falling for you,” Brent repeated, this time with more confidence. “In fact, I think I’ve always been into you, Graham.” His eyes became imploring, earnest.
And it made Graham sick to his stomach over what he knew he had to say next.
“This was a bad idea.”