Chapter 5
“Good idea. Fuck that felt good. Just-” Brooks panted against the back of Corey’s neck. “Just need a sec. Fuck I think I almost came.”
Already? Was Brooks warm enough? Except Brooks didn’t stop completely. He just slowed down. Like he was savoring the feeling.
The first time the tip caught on the edge of Corey’s hole, they both quietly gasped. Corey didn’t mean to arch his ass back to improve the angle… it just happened.
“Sorry,” Brooks whispered, despite continuing… sometimes even changing his angle of approach like he was hoping it would happen again.
“It’s fine.”
“I’m just… really cold, you know?”
“Yeah, I can feel it.”
“I’m so close to melting, just, uh, need to keep this up. I’m almost warm enough to stop. Promise.”
Their blanket cave felt dark and secret and safe. Like all of their pent-up desires could come to life. It was safe to go with the flow. It’d stay a secret.
Though it still shocked Corey when Brooks’s cock slipped in. Just the tip. But it was enough to make them both freeze.
“Fuck. It’s so hot.”
It was a testament to how turned on Corey was that he couldn’t tell if Brooks was talking literally or metaphorically.
His dick throbbed against his palm. What did he want? He was frozen, tense with indecision.
He shouldn’t want Brooks to continue. That’d be so gay!
There was only one problem.
A big, hard problem.
Being gay felt so fucking good.
Just the thought of Brooks’s cock going deeper heated Corey up like nothing ever had before. He was burning up from the inside. It started where his hole was stretched around the tip of Brooks’s cock and spread to his whole body.
“Sorry bro, didn’t mean to slip it in. Does it hurt?”
Brooks may be apologizing, but the tip was still firmly lodged in Corey’s ass.
“Are you sure it’s in? I can barely feel it,” Corey bluffed.
“Fuck you,” Brooks laughed. “I won our size competition.”
“Hmm, if you say so!”
Laughing was a bad idea. It made his ass clench around the tip, making them both suck in a sharp breath.
A brief silence settled on them, with neither of them moving.
It was like they were both holding their breath. Waiting for the other to make a move.
Predictably, Brooks broke first.
“Since I’m already inside… and your body’s so warm… help a bro out?”
Was Brooks asking what he thought Brooks was asking? He had to be sure. He refused to be accused of anything after the fact. Brooks didn’t have to know that Corey’s ass and dick were screaming an emphatic yes to the unspoken question.
“Help how?”
“It’d be so much easier to melt my popsicle dick inside your ass.”
“Right, don’t want you to get hypothermia again,” Corey said.
Where was the no-homo line now? Corey couldn’t see it. As long as they didn’t become like Lance and Reece, they’d be fine, right?
“Course,” Brooks said, already pushing in deeper. “Just to keep away the hypothermia.”
The tip slipped in so easily, Corey assumed the rest would slide in in no time. Brooks would get his release, finish warming up, and they’d both forget this ever happened.
But that was not reality.
Brooks pushed his dick in as far as he could, then gasped and pulled back.
“Fuck. So tight.”
Brooks tried again. Getting deeper, but not all the way in, forced to pull back once again until only the tip was in.
The process repeated.
Over and over.
Each time Brooks got a little deeper. Each time Corey relaxed a little more. Each time it went deeper. By the time Brooks was fully seated inside, hips pressed tight to Corey’s ass, they were both breathing hard.
Corey was burning up from the inside. Brooks had to be feeling the heat. Had this warmed him up enough to melt him? Going by how much precum was slicking up Corey’s insides, the answer was yes.
As soon as he was buried up to the hilt, Brooks stopped moving.
Hand still flat against Corey’s chest, Brooks fidgeted nervously with Corey’s nipples, not knowing that every flick and pinch went straight to Corey’s untouched dick. With the intensity of the nipple play, Corey felt like Brooks was working up to asking for something.
Meanwhile, Corey was internally screaming, ‘Just fuck me already!’
He was past the point of caring if it was gay.
All he knew for sure was that he couldn’t touch himself. The moment he did, he was sure he’d come. Now that would be gay.
“Bro, no homo, but can I fuck you?” Brooks whispered, like he was hoping Corey wouldn’t hear. Or like he was afraid there might be someone else listening.
But Brooks said it.
Finally.
The relief was instant.
“Isn’t that gay?” Corey’s mouth moved automatically.
“I said no homo.”
“Right. Course. If it’ll finish warming you up, then yeah.”
“I’ll finish all right. Finish melting this popsicle inside you.”
God, Brooks could be so corny. Just like Corey. There was a reason they were such fast friends. It was the reason Corey’s ass relaxed enough to let Brooks move.
Thumb on Corey’s nipple, Brooks slowly began to thrust in earnest. It was just as hesitant as Corey felt. But as Brooks gained the confidence to speed up, so too did Corey learn to relax into it.
Closing his eyes did nothing - it was already pitch black - but it let him drift and enjoy the sensations.
He was just doing this to help Brooks. No one had to know how much he was enjoying this. He didn’t even have to admit it to himself.
If he didn’t touch himself, he wouldn’t come.
But fuck, every thrust of Brooks’s cock was like a bolt straight to his brain. He’d never had his whole body light up like this when fucking a girl. Brooks didn’t know how right he was when he said this was the perfect way to warm up from the inside out.
Corey wanted to drift and enjoy the novel sensations.
There was one huge problem. And Corey didn’t mean the big dick in his ass.
Brooks wouldn’t stop talking.
“Does it still feel small now?”
“Wha-?” Corey said, ripped from his happy daze.
“My cock.” Brooks thrust hard for emphasis. “You can feel it now, can’t you?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not going to stop until you admit the truth.”
“What truth?” That Corey was enjoying this?
“That my cock is bigger than yours.”
“You’re still on about that?” Corey groaned.
“You’re damn right I am. You can’t deny that you can feel this!”
Brooks punctuated his words with multiple hard thrusts.
Hard enough to make Corey lose control and moan like a girl.
Brooks must have changed the angle or something. What used to be warmth and friction became sharp and overwhelming. Brooks was hitting something deep inside him that made him see stars.
“Oh yeah,” Brooks groaned. “That’s the spot, huh?”
“Ah!” Corey cried with every thrust. “Ah! Fuck!”
“Who has the bigger cock? Admit it. It’s me.”
“No, fucking- ah!”
“What’s that? You want me to fuck you harder?”
Brooks’s fingernail dragged against Corey’s nipple.
“Oh shit!” Corey cried, arching into it and presenting his ass for an even deeper thrust.
“You like that? I knew it.”
“Brooks, I- oh God.”
How was Brooks hitting all of Corey’s buttons at once without even realizing it? Everything he did threatened to push Corey over the edge.
Brooks wasn’t even trying and yet this was already the best fuck of Corey’s life.
His dick sat in a warm and wet puddle of his own precum. And he wasn’t the type to make a lot of precum! He needed to experience this again. He needed to figure out a way to get Brooks so cold he’d turn to Corey for warmth again.
“Fuck Corey. Your ass feels so good. I get it now. I get it. Fuck it’s so good. I’m going to fill you with so much cum.”
Maybe Brooks agreed with him?
Then the most unexpected thing happened. Brooks slid his other arm under Corey’s waist and-
Oh Fuck!
Brooks found Corey’s rock-hard dick.
“Holy shit,” Brooks whispered. “This is…”
Fuck. And not in a good way. This wasn’t supposed to be gay! And here Corey was, making it weird!
“Perfect!” Brooks said.
“Huh?”
Brooks gripped Corey’s shaft. The soft and familiar hand was everything Corey had been desperately denying himself.
“The perfect grip. Now I can fuck you for real.”
It hadn’t been real before!?
His back was pushed hard against Brooks’s chest. Brooks lips pressed against the back of Corey’s neck - he could feel every breath in the sensitive short hairs. Most importantly, the hand on his dick gripped him hard, like Brooks was using it for leverage with every thrust.
“Who has the biggest dick?” Brooks asked.
“Uh!” Corey cried.
Fuck he was going to come. He was going to- he couldn’t! Brooks had to- Oh God!
“You do!” The words burst out of him.
“Fuck yeah. I knew it.”
If Corey had thought admitting it would make Brooks slow down, he’d been dead wrong.
“Take it. Take my big cock.”
“Brooks-” Corey gasped.
Each thrust brought him closer and closer. Brooks’s hand gripping his shaft wouldn’t be enough to stop it. If Brooks’s hand moved a little bit more- if it gave the head of Corey’s cock just a little bit more-
“Fuck. You sound like you’re going to come. You gonna come from my cock, Corey? Going to coat my hand like you did in the shower?”
“Brooks, fuck yes, Brooks, hurry. Hurry and finish. I’m sorry- I can’t-!”
“Never had someone so hot for me. You’re burning up. My God, you’re a furnace around my cock. Going to come inside you. Then I’ll let you come. I promise. Or we’ll come together. It’s not gay if we- we’re just helping each other- oh fuck!”
“Yes! Brooks! Yes!”
“Oh fuck- here it- can you feel- oh Fuck!”
It felt like when the two of them had stood at the top of a slope with fresh powder. Even with the avalanche warning sign, the second Brooks went over the edge; Corey helplessly followed.
All it took was Brooks’s hand giving Corey one good stroke.
Brooks fucked Corey through it, not stopping as his cock throbbed in Corey’s as, shooting load after load of cum so deep. Each thrust pushed it deeper, spreading it,using his own cum as lube.
“Oh fuck yes Corey,” Brooks sighed.
In the darkness, his mind provided him with the perfect image. The sight of their two cocks in the shower, coming one after the other. White cum running down their cocks and hands.
Brooks gripped Corey through it, hand tight on the shaft, letting Corey shiver and arch onto the still thrusting cock without overstimulating him. Like Brooks knew exactly how sensitive Corey had to be.
Brooks was a man, of course he understood. Corey’s girlfriends had always pushed too far.
Brooks didn’t stop. His fist had to be coated with Corey’s cum. He gathered it up and gripped Corey’s shaft, letting the cum act as lube, just like it was in Corey’s ass. Feeling his own cum being used like that made Corey squirm back onto Brooks’s cock.
Why wasn’t Brooks stopping? Hadn’t he come?
Brooks curled around Corey like he was the one trying to keep Corey warm and protect him from the elements.
“God. I can’t stop. It feels so good!” Brooks said, laughing. “Bro, your ass is magic or something.”
“That’s so gay,” Corey said, voice slurring oddly.
“You’re so gay,” Brooks said.
“I’m not the one who came in a bro’s ass.”
“I’m not the one who came from a cock in my ass.”
“You’re the one who keeps fucking his own cum.”
Brooks snorted.
Corey did too.
Then the dam broke, and they were both laughing.
“Bro,” Brooks said. “I can feel you laughing.”
“Oh, ow, don’t make me laugh, you’re still so hard.”
“Yeah I am.” Brooks was way too smug about it.
Huh. Who would’ve thought that doing something so gay would feel so… natural? Normal?
He’d been so worried over nothing. Brooks was chill. He wouldn’t be such good friends with Lance if he’d get weird over something like this. Had all their posturing just been a front they put on for each other?
“So… I guess Lance and Reece’s gay stuff finally rubbed off on us, huh?”
“I’ll rub one out on you.”
“You already did!”
“Oh yeah,” Brooks laughed, curling around Corey, burying his cock as deep as it would go. “That was gay.”
“So gay.”