Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Brandon
Istay in bed longer than I planned, my stomach awash with alcohol and nerves. Kissing Robbie again was a mistake … because I don’t actually regret it. I want more. I want his large body pressing me into the couch as he controls our kisses and whatever else we do next.
And now … well, one of us needs to make a move. I don’t for a second believe Robbie has changed his mind because once he gets something into his head, he’s full steam ahead. Like a freight train. All I can do is hold on for the ride.
The question is, does he make the move or do I?
He’s been the one to push this thing between us every time, and while I love him taking control when we’re kissing, I don’t want to be passive in this.
Making him come to me every time runs the risk of him thinking I’m only humoring him when, honestly, I think I’m in this as much as he is.
Kissing another guy is hot, and now I know what he meant about being curious about dick.
Unlike him though, I don’t need to see one to know they do it for me.
Or … at least Robbie’s does. The shower jerk-off the other day, and then feeling him hard and needy on top of me last night, turned me on as much as any woman ever has. Maybe more because I knew it was him.
The thought of trying to do this with another guy isn’t appealing though. If Robbie put the brakes on and decided fooling around with a frat brother is dumb, I don’t think I’d go looking for someone else to try this with. Robbie would. Which is … annoying.
I like that we could do this together. That we could figure out how much we’re comfortable with and go from there. Share some laughs, some orgasms, maybe some butt stuff, see what happens.
I roll off the side of my bed, hitting the floor with a thump that echoes in my head.
Okay, so maybe no butt stuff for today. Or laughing, probably.
A long whine leaves me as I crawl to my feet.
Might as well get this over with. I don’t even know if the big man is awake yet, and if I’m basing it on the rest of break, he’ll probably sleep in until after lunch.
I can’t wait that long to face him.
My dick agrees with me.
Like I predicted, he’s not awake, so I hurry through my morning shake, then take a quick shower and sort out manscaping. You can never be too prepared.
The fuck knob keeps me waiting until after midday, and when I hear his thundering footsteps on the stairs, the nerves that had drizzled away come back in force.
“Morning,” he says happily, passing me as he heads toward the kitchen.
“Morning is long gone,” I point out. He disappears, and I try to resist following him, but next thing I know, I’m on my feet, heading in his direction. “You’re in a good mood.”
“I had a great sleep.”
“I woke up hungover as a motherfucker, and you drank way more than I did.”
“Yeah, but I’m used to abusing my liver. That asshole gave up on me years ago.”
I snigger. “Bet it was on our Big/Little night when you ended up bent over the banister, puking your guts up onto the ground floor.”
“How did I survive being a pledge?”
Robbie and Chad might be a lot to control now, but back then, they were complete mayhem.
Being free in the world for the first time went to all of our heads, and while I was never as wild as the two of them, I’m surprised any of us survived freshman days.
Thinking back to then, it’s hard to believe, but we’ve all calmed down a lot. Even Robbie.
I watch as he devours a banana in three bites and let my gaze drop to his ass. It’s huge, like the rest of him, and so round. A bubble butt on roids. Could I touch it? Pretty sure yes. Would he let me … do other things to it?
I remind myself that baby steps are the way to go here.
I’m struggling just to bring up the topic, let alone bend him over the counter and fuck him.
“So are we going to do it or what?” The question flies from my mouth before I can chicken out.
Robbie tenses for a second before slowly turning back to me. “Do what?”
“You know, hook up. Experiment. Touch some dicks.”
The corners of his lips creep upward. “You wanna touch my dick?”
“Isn’t that what we were going to find out?”
He takes a moment to answer as he checks me out, and instead of calling him on it, I cross my arms and lean against the table, waiting for him to be done. “What are you proposing?”
“Careful, that almost sounds like you want to talk parameters.”
“Fuck off.” He snorts. “I’m not Charles.”
“Then why don’t we do what you normally do and not think too hard about this. We can go upstairs and see what happens.”
“Fool around this once.”
“Sure.” I shrug. “We can’t be the only ones in the house who have done it. We’ll have some fun, figure some things out about ourselves, and then move on.”
“No relationship bullshit.”
“I love you, Robbie, but the day I want a relationship with you is the day no one else on the earth exists.”
“Agreed.”
“Cool, so … we’re doing this.”
His sudden grin looks dangerous. “Lead the way.”
I know Robbie was right to put a stop to things last night, but the whole way up the stairs, I wish I was just a little drunk to get through this.
Not so that I could use it as an excuse, or so I could forget, but because it’d give me confidence, and I could really use some of that right now.
I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never been with a guy.
Never watched porn with two dicks touching, though I probably should have spent my morning doing that instead of lazing around the house.
Halfway up the stairs, Robbie reaches up and grabs my ass.
“The fuck, man?”
“You got a problem with me touching your ass?” he asks.
“I just wasn’t expecting it.”
He chuckles. “I dunno if you’ve realized, but for us to do this, I’m gonna have to touch your no-no parts.”
“Okay, smart-ass.”
“I really want you out of these pants.”
“Can you at least wait until we get to my room?”
His groan comes out gravelly. “No guarantees.”
And when I reach the landing and glance back over my shoulder, his cock is already making its presence known. Mine perks up at the sight, and thankfully, I reach my bedroom before I can get fully hard.
We both hover in the doorway for a minute.
“Think we need to get naked,” he says.
“Is this going to be awkward?”
“Probably.” He yanks his shirt over his head. “I think that’s inevitable when it’s us.”
“You’re right. Maybe we should have tried this with someone else.” But even as I say the words, I don’t like them. Maybe we bicker and get on each other’s nerves. Maybe we rarely see eye to eye. But I trust him, and I know it goes both ways.
“Nah,” he says. “You were the best option.” Then he shoves his sweats down and stands there buck naked.
Clothes. Right. Off. I’m too busy staring at his body to remember, well, anything.
Robbie eyes me. “I can’t suck your dick while you’re still wearing pants.”
“You want to …” I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
Then we’re both standing there in nothing, eyeing each other’s boners.
“You’d think I’d never seen another dick before,” he says.
“I’ve never seen one that big. And hard.”
He gives himself a lazy stroke, and I swallow.
Neither of us makes a move.
“Okay, this is ridiculous. We’re not a pair of virgins.” I flop back onto my bed. “Get over here.”
The nerves radiating off him are so unlike Robbie I’m not sure what to think.
“Unless you want to back out?”
“Nope.” He crosses the room and drops down next to me. “I want this, but I’m not used to being out of my element.”
Dude, you and me both. I push past my nerves and bring a hand up to his neck. “Let’s start with kissing, and then …”
“See what happens?”
“Exactly.”
His big hand finds my hip, and then he leans in.
The kiss isn’t the fast scramble of lust I’m so used to from him.
It’s tentative, unsure. We work to set a rhythm while I try to ignore the gigantic dick between us.
He’s not touching me, not yet, but the heat from his body radiates toward me, making me want to close the distance.
I need my brain to clock off. To stop thinking and let myself fall into this thing.
Fuck it. I cup his face and press forward. Our bodies come into contact, cocks trapped between us, and as his hand slides from my hip to my back, a shiver runs through me.
Okay. This is more like it.
My cock that had been flagging with the awkwardness surges to life, responding to Robbie’s loud growl.
“Yup,” he mutters. “Kissing is good.”
When his lips find mine again, the cautiousness is gone, replaced with the familiar need flowing through both of us.
There’s nothing like the feel of a naked body against mine, and apparently I give zero fucks if that body is twice as wide and way hairier.
Instead, letting my hands roam down to grip his football-sized biceps sends lust bubbling up to my head.
Robbie tugs me closer, then rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My legs tangle with his, and the new position brings our cocks together in the most amazing way.
“Fuck me …” I’m struggling to think. “This is …”
“Oh, yeah …” He looks dazed. “One of my better ideas.”
I roll my hips, sliding our erections together, and our hoarse moans mix in the quiet room.
Then he reaches between us and wraps his hand around us both.
“Oh shit.” My head drops as he squeezes us and then gives a long, dry stroke.
“I need lube,” he says.
I scramble to grab it from my drawer and toss it to him before getting back in position. This time when he grips us, it’s enough to make my eyes roll back. Who knew that another dick could feel so good against my own?
“Any idea what you’re doing?” I ask.
“Just what feels good.”
“Excellent. Carry on.”
And he does. The smooth glide of his hand over us both is so far removed from anything I’ve ever done before but so goddamn hot.
I don’t even have time to compare our cocks, which is something I definitely thought I’d do because the second the thought jumps into my head, Robbie rolls his palm over the head of my cock, and my mind goes blank.
I shudder and thrust into his fist. It feels so good I do it again, and again.
“I can’t figure out whether I want to kiss you or watch you,” he says.
Shit, that’s a tough call. I greedily take in his solid chest, gaze following the light hair from there, down his thick body, into his pubes.
I whimper and plant my hands on either side of his broad shoulders so I fuck his fist with purpose.
“Watch,” I say between heavy breaths. “We’ve kissed before. And we can kiss after. But right now, I need to see all of you to believe this is even happening.”
And I know Robbie said he wanted to suck my cock, but there’s no stopping me now. For two dudes who have no idea about gay sex, we’re fucking nailing the assignment because I’m already about to nut like this is my first handy.
Robbie grunts and spreads his thick thighs wider, giving me more room to move. From this angle looking down, I can see the heads of our cocks pressed together, and with every thrust, I almost fool myself into thinking I’m fucking him.
Which I can say without a doubt that I am down for.
Him fucking me would be a challenge because that thing is even bigger up close.
“Holy shit, Brando, I’m close.”
“Good.” I pant. “Not just me, then.”
I focus on his chest again, loving how sexy and solid it looks. I want to tease his nipples, run my hands all over him, but since those are occupied, I use the only thing I have left.
I latch onto his nipple with my teeth.
Robbie lets out a cry, and at first, I think I’ve hurt him, but then he stiffens. I release him in time to see ropes of thick cum shoot out onto his gut. Seeing him let go, the way he milks himself through it, the flush to his face, and the knowledge I’m responsible for it all goes to my head.
My balls are already tight when he scoops up his cum and wraps his hand back around my cock.
“Come on me.”
Oh shit.
His strokes are hard and fast, the pressure insane.
He knows exactly the way to handle a cock, and there’s no nervousness left as he hooks one hand behind my neck and draws me into a kiss.
The feel of his tongue filling my mouth and his hand working my length has my thighs tensing, shaking, as I chase that need to let go.
So … damn … close.
My cock gives a throb, and finally, the building pressure releases. I gasp with relief as I come, completely overwhelmed at what’s happened, and when I collapse against Robbie’s chest, we take a moment to catch our breaths.
“That was …”
“Mhmm.”
Heavy arms wrap around me.
“So …” he says. “I guess we have answers.”
“That cock is a fun time?”
“Damn straight.”
We grin at each other for a moment.
He clears his throat. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, man, of course,” I say like my mind hasn’t been blown as well. “I’m glad I could help out.”