Chapter Sixteen
Donovan
I can’t believe this is happening.
This really is happening, right? I didn’t fall and hit my head or something? I’m not bleeding out on the floor while having a confusing vision of walking with Eric to my room so he can jerk me off?
“Pinch me.”
“Huh?” Eric’s forehead wrinkles. “Are you into that?”
“No. I don’t mean with the sex. Never mind.”
“You can’t possibly tell me one of your kinks and then change your mind.”
I roll my eyes, but of course, I’m smiling. How can I not be smiling when it comes to anything Eric says. “I meant pinch me to prove I don’t have a head injury and this is some kind of dream.”
“Whoa. You dream about me?” We turn into my room.
“I don’t—”
“That’s hot,” he says at the same time as me trying to deny it.
“It is?” This is all coming so out of left field, I don’t know what to think.
“Yeah. Who knew. I’m figuring out all sorts of things about myself.” As though he doesn’t have any nerves at all, Eric leans his crutches against the wall and plops down on my bed. He immediately starts to take off his shoe.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I have to ask.
“Yes. Absolutely. Are you sure? Because if you’re not, we can—”
“I’m sure.” Too sure. But then, people do shit like this every day. It’s not as if we’re the first best friends to ever mess around.
I sit beside him while he takes off his shirt.
He’s all in with this and doesn’t seem to be second-guessing himself.
I take off my shoes while Eric leans back and tugs down his shorts and underwear, and yep, there’s his dick.
He wasn’t lying about getting hard. He’s long and thick.
His pale cock flushed, balls full, the rough hair at his groin the same blond that’s on his head. Maybe a little darker.
“You’re staring.”
“Is that against the rules?” I turn away.
“What? No. I’m proud of my cock, so I can’t blame you for looking.” He pumps his brows.
“Oh my God. I hate you.” I swat his leg, but his words ease my worry. He’s being the same Eric I’ve always known. This is just us. A different facet of us but us all the same.
“You’re not taking your clothes off, D.”
“I’m going, I’m going.” I take my shirt off while he finishes kicking out of his bottoms, then wraps a hand around his dick. I watch but try not to stop moving because my cock is throbbing and I’m ready to get this show on the road too.
I move to take off my shorts, but he says, “Wait.”
I freeze. “Change your mind?”
“Nope. Will you stand in front of me when you do it?”
“What?”
“I’m not asking for a striptease. I just want a good angle. This is my first time, D. I’m gonna want to do some exploring.”
My dick aches. Clearly, it likes the idea. “Fine. But seriously, tell me if you’re not into it. If you change your mind or have any doubts at all, tell me.”
“Yes. No problem, but I won’t.”
I stand up in front of him, with about four feet between us.
“Closer.”
I move one step.
“Closer.”
“Are you going to blow me or what?”
His pupils expand. “We can try that sometime too!”
“Jesus, Eric. How are you not freaking out about this?” It doesn’t make any sense. Shouldn’t he be having some bi fear or something?
“Do you know me?”
Well, he’s right about that. He’s so go-with-the-flow, doesn’t stress too much about anything, and expects everything to always work out.
I take one last step toward him, and then before I can think about it too much, I rip my shorts and underwear down my legs. My dick springs out ready to party.
“I…damn… I think it’s a nice cock, D.”
“You think?”
He looks up at me and grins. “This is my first time, remember? I’ve caught sight of it before, but I didn’t get to really look, ya know? I think you’re longer than me.”
I roll my eyes. “Not by much, and you’re thicker.”
“You manscape more than me.”
“I’m a twenty-eight-year-old gay guy.”
“Is that a rule?”
I chuckle. “I was kidding.”
“Can I touch it?” he asks, his voice softer.
My heart races out of my chest, and I fear I’ll hyperventilate. My best friend, the one I always thought was straight, is asking to touch my dick. This situation is so fucking wild. “Um…yeah. Of course.” I take a smaller step closer. I’m basically right between his spread thighs.
Eric’s arm moves slowly as he lifts it, then so softly, so tentatively, he wraps a warm hand around my shaft. I hiss in response, and he jerks his hand away.
“What did I do?”
“Nothing. I just…nothing. Got excited, I guess. You can do it again.”
There’s not as much hesitance this time when he touches me, when he gives me a slow, dry stroke. “Huh…feels like my dick.”
“Geez, I’m dying over here, and you’re all nonchalant about it.”
He snickers. “Sorry. I meant that in a good way. It’s not like, weird, to be touching a dick. At least yours. Not sure if that’s because it’s you or not.” Lust shoots through me, and his gaze snaps up to mine. “I felt that. Your dick twitched. You liked what I said.”
“You’re touching my cock and said you like it, so of course it did.”
Eric moves his hand up and down my shaft some more. I’m dying for lube, but I don’t want to break the moment. I just want to let him do his thing.
His other arm rises, and he cups my balls.
“You have big nuts. Do you shoot big loads? I bet you do. Mine are fucking huge.”
My thighs tighten, and I drop my head back. Is he trying to kill me? I really think he might be. How was my day? Oh, my best friend was just asking about the size of my load.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just might die, is all. Can I get on the bed?” If not, my legs might give out.
“Shit. Yeah. Sorry.” Eric moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, his boot big and bulky. I take the spot beside him, then grab my lube out of the nightstand and hand it to him.
He’s still hard, his body slightly jittery. I really want to touch him too, want to know what he feels like, want to make him come. There’s nothing wrong with that. It doesn’t mean anything. Just two guys getting each other off. Nothing to see here.
He sits sideways and pumps lube into his palm.
“Am I okay like this?” I ask. “What do you want me to do?”
“I think so, and I’m not sure.” Eric reaches over and takes hold of me again. His movements are measured, explorative. I can’t stop watching him, that familiar hand I never imagined I’d see on my dick. “This is really hot. Do you like it?”
“Yeah. You can squeeze me a little tighter.”
He does so. “Like this?”
“Yes. God yes. That’s so fucking good, babe.” My hands fist. It’s wild how I want to come already. It’s more from the knowledge of what’s happening and who’s doing it than just from a hand on my dick.
I risk a glance at Eric. At his face and how focused he is. He wants to do a good job. My best friend wants to make me feel good, and that’s an incredible high. “I, um…crap. I know this is supposed to be you seeing if you like touching someone else’s dick, but I want to touch you too.”
“Absolutely. You can. You don’t have to ask me twice.”
I laugh. He’s so fucking fun. “Lie on your side.”
“Yes, sir,” Eric teases.
He does, and once I have my hand lubed up, I do the same so we’re facing each other. Eric reaches for my dick first, and I hiss again with the feel of him touching me. My fingers itch to feel him too, so just seconds into Eric stroking me, my hand is on his shaft, moving up and down.
“Fuck. I’m probably gonna bust pretty quickly. This is really doing it for me.”
“Me too. I love thick cocks.” He’s so hot and big against my palm, his face so close to mine.
“Yeah?” he asks. “I know you like being fucked. You like ’em big like mine?”
“So fucking big,” I confirm. My eyes almost drift closed, but I don’t want to miss a second of this. I want to see what Eric looks like when he comes. I know every one of his faces, but I don’t know that one.
“I use my finger on myself sometimes, touch that spot you talked about.”
I lose my rhythm, surprised. “What?”
“You’ve said how good it feels. I know you’re a bottom, know you like to be full, so I wanted to see what it was like. I’ve never had more than just my finger, but I love it too, D.”
“Oh shit. Now I’m not going to ever be able to get that vision out of my brain.” I drop my head against his and then freeze when Eric’s lips press against mine. I jerk back.
“Sorry. I thought you were gonna kiss me. Can we not kiss?”
Considering we’re touching dicks, kissing makes sense. “We can kiss,” I confirm. “I didn’t know if you’d want to.”
“I want.” And then his mouth is on mine again, his tongue inside. We’re jerking each other off while our tongues tangle.
Eric kisses like he does everything—full throttle, passionately. I’m dying. My balls are so full and achy. I want to see that big load he was talking about. I want…more, but this is supposed to be his show, his experimenting. I’m so damn afraid of doing the wrong thing.
I feel us getting closer, though, as our mouths move hungrily, our fists pleasuring.
“Eric… I want…”
“What do you want?” He nibbles my lip.
“To try something. You beneath me. I can rub our dicks together, and it feels so fucking good.”
A shiver rolls through him, and I can tell it’s a good one, an excited one.
“I’m down,” he replies, and something about how he says it, so nonchalantly, makes me smile.
Eric rolls to his back. I take him in, still unable to believe we’re naked in bed together. I don’t let my gaze linger too long before I get on top of him, careful of his ankle. With our groins close, I rut my hips, our hard cocks together in a rough slide.
“Oh fuck.” He arches toward me. “That is…wow. I wouldn’t have thought. Do that some more.”
With a chuckle, I do as he says, thrusting us together, letting a hand slip between our bodies and wrapping it around both our shafts, squeezing.
“Dude…I can’t even…oh my God, D. Dicks are so fucking fun.”
He is so fucking fun. I kiss him again, fuck against him, squeezing our shafts and pumping my hips. I’m so close to losing it. The sweep of his tongue in my mouth is amazing, but I know I’m not going to last long, and I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to see his face when he came.
I pull up a little, let go of him, thrusting and rubbing, looking at him while I do.
“Come for me, babe. Let me see. I wanna make you feel good.” I want him to like this, want him to like being with a guy, even though this thing between us isn’t serious.
“Shit. I’m gonna come. You too.”
“I will. Give it to me. Let me see that big load.”
Something about those words does it for him.
Eric unravels beneath me, body tight, bowing forward, mouth dropping open and eyes squeezed shut as he lets loose.
The heat of his release touches my skin.
His balls draw up, tightening against mine as he keeps coming in long spurts, pooling in his belly button, landing on his abs and chest.
I push onto my knees, wrap a hand around my dick, but Eric swats it away, jacking me off until my vision blurs and my body feels like it’s floating, my nuts emptying all over his stomach.
I look down at him covered in cum, and fear washes over me.
Please let this be okay, please let this be okay, please let this be okay.
He smiles. “We are so doing that again, husband.”
Then he closes his eyes and goes to sleep.