Chapter 21
Blood pumped through Graham’s body at a mile a minute—and all of it headed for a single destination.
“Fuck, your lips taste amazing.” Brent ravaged Graham’s mouth as if it was an addiction. “I could do this all night, handsome.”
Graham felt his heart skip a beat. Handsome. God, that sounded good coming out of Brent’s mouth.
It still didn’t feel real, that he was here with his secret high school crush, reunited after years apart, playing—as Brent had so poetically phrased it earlier—a game of tonsil hockey in his bed.
If only his younger self could have seen him now.
Brent hadn’t been lying about his apartment being humble. Still, though, something about its down-to-earth atmosphere was, dare Graham say, charming.
“If only you knew how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Graham managed to get out between kisses. “But, damn, was this worth the wait.”
The question was, was this worth the risk? As in, the risk he was taking in letting himself get distracted. From the start, he’d had one simple rule—keep your eyes on the prize.
Right now, though, his eyes were occupied with a considerably more urgent sight.
With one fluid motion, Brent whipped off his shirt. Mesmerized, Graham swallowed a gulp. Geez, with moves like that, this guy could’ve starred in Magic Mike.
And that wasn’t even counting the physique revealed underneath his shirt.
Every inch of Brent’s upper half was carved from marble.
Biceps that had been tugging at his sleeves all night.
Bulging pecs that Graham longed to nestle his head between.
Rock-hard torso paving the way to a treasure further south.
Brent would have been the envy of any Insta-gay back in LA.
Graham licked his lips hungrily. “God, I want to kiss you all over.”
A roguish smile appeared on Brent’s face. “I’m certainly not going to stop you.”
Graham didn’t need to be told that twice.
Tangled on the bed, their bodies moved as one as Graham pressed himself into the man he was no longer able to resist. The salt of Brent’s skin lingered on his lips as he proceeded to devour every last inch of him.
Up against Brent’s chest, Graham savored the view of the dim light casting shadows across his physique. Holy hell, Graham. You’ve dreamt of this guy since you were a teenager.
“Why did we wait so long to do this, Graham?”
He raised his head to give Brent a kiss. “I was just about to ask you the same.”
A devilish glint lit up Brent’s eyes. “Well, let’s not wait any longer.” He pushed Graham’s head down toward his waist.
“Yes, sir.” Graham licked his lips in anticipation.
Pulse racing, he unzipped Brent’s pants. At the rate his heart was pounding, it felt liable to burst out his chest any moment.
And speaking of things that were ready to burst out…
Graham eyed the Mount Everest tenting up Brent’s underwear between his open fly. Jesus Christ, what was this guy packing under there? A bazooka?
“Look what you do to me,” Brent said, bedroom eyes locked on Graham.
Never mind that. How about what you can do to me with that thing? He felt his mouth begin to salivate.
Lowering himself, he planted a kiss on the tip of Brent’s cock through the cotton of his underwear. Already, precum had begun to leak through.
“Fuuuuuck.” Brent let his head fall back in pleasure. “I need that mouth on my cock.”
The comment drew a smile from Graham. “All in good time.” After how long he’d waited for this, no way was he about to rush.
Tingles coursing through his body, he gripped the hard rod bulging beneath Brent’s briefs. God, how he’d fantasized about this cock—about this man.
He registered a firmness growing then below his own belt. Unbuttoning his pants, he allowed the tent in his underwear to spring out through his fly.
A hungry, wolflike glint lit up on Brent’s face as he took in the sight of Graham’s bulge. “I’ve got an idea.” Flipping Graham onto his back, he positioned himself on top. “You like that, stud?”
Graham relished the view of Brent hovering above, their two hard cocks rubbing against each other through their underwear. He nodded as he inhaled a gasp.
“I’ll take it that means yes.” He continued grinding themselves together, driving his cock sensually against Graham’s, their members separated by nothing but cotton.
Graham registered a tingle at the tip of his manhood. “Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to cum, stud.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” Brent pulled himself off Graham to grant him reprieve.
A beat of silence passed as the two men lay side-by-side.
“All right, hot shot. Now I’ve got an idea.” Sitting up, Graham pulled Brent’s pants the rest of the way off. “What do you say we let this guy out?” He traced his fingers along the shaft bulging under Brent’s briefs.
The desire in Brent’s eyes then left no room for doubt. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Graham could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat. Slowly, he reached for Brent’s waistband.
“Go on.” Brent’s voice dripped with lust. “Take it out.”
Cracking a smile, Graham inched Brent’s briefs down carefully.
A dark patch of pubic hair.
A thick, firm base.
A fat, long, tapered shaft.
And finally, the moment he’d been waiting for. Stretched to its limit, Brent’s waistband revealed the final inch of his cock. His beautiful, glorious, mouthwatering cock.
“Holy fuck.”
Slack-jawed, Graham stared in awe at the appendage before him. Here he was, reunited with the crush of his high school fantasies, admiring the view of his stiff, hard erection.
“This what you hoped for?”
Graham licked his lips hungrily. “Everything and more.” Slow and steady, he began to stroke Brent’s rod.
Instantly, Brent’s breath became ragged. “Damn.” Hypnotized, he watched as Graham pumped him.
“This has got to be the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen,” Graham said as he stroked. Just the sight of the plump, pink tip capping the mammoth rod—still oozing drips of precum—was enough to send him over the edge. “And it’s hard as a fucking rock.”
“All thanks to you, babe.”
The reply sent a thrill through Graham’s body. “I knew you’d be trouble, Brent Danvers.”
That earned him a grin. Brent exhaled slowly as Graham continued working his meat. “You must really like stroking dick, huh?”
“I guess your cock does something to me.”
The comment elicited a smile. “Well, don’t be shy. You’ve seen mine. Now let’s see yours.”
A rush of adrenaline surged through Graham. “Yes, sir.” He moved to pull down his underwear.
Only to be stopped the next moment by Brent. “Not like this. I want to watch you.”
The directive appeared to leave Graham confused.
“Come on, babe. Put on a show for me.”
A wave of fear and excitement crashed inside Graham’s chest. Put on a show? “I don’t know. I’m really not much of a performer.”
The look on Brent’s face said he didn’t buy that for a minute. “And here I thought you were going to be my good boy.”
Graham could’ve sworn his heart literally fluttered.
“A good boy does what he’s told, Graham. Understood?”
Well, that settled it, then.
“Yes, sir.” The phrase came out with even more enthusiasm this time.
“Good.” Brent nodded approvingly. “Up against the wall. And lose those pants.”
Standing to his feet, Brent positioned himself at the foot of the bed, adrenaline and terror mixing within him. He didn’t know how to give a strip tease. And now he was supposed to perform his first one for the guy who’d fueled his wet dreams since puberty?
Geez, talk about performance anxiety.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Brent said, as if sensing Graham’s nerves. “It’s just you and me.”
Comforted, Graham tossed Brent a lopsided smile.
Which then gave way to a wickedly sinful grin.
“Hell, yeah.” Brent leaned back on his bed to take in the show.
To Graham’s surprise, he wasn’t half bad at performing, if he did say so himself. And not only that, but he also found himself enjoying it.
Brent licked his lips at the sight of Graham swaying in his tight briefs before him. “God, that body is sexy.”
At this, Graham felt himself blush. Truth be told, he’d always thought of himself as average at best. Keeping up with the gays in West Hollywood who worked out like it was their religion was a tall order indeed.
“Lower your hands to your dick.”
The command gave Graham goosebumps. “I thought you’d never ask.” He began to massage his cock through his briefs.
Manhood throbbing, he took a mental inventory of the scene. Here he was, back in his cozy New England hometown, three-thousand miles away from the hustle of LA, being eye-fucked by the All-American jock of his high school fantasies.
Apparently, dreams did come true.
“I want to see it, Graham. Do you want to show it to me?”
“You know I do, stud.”
Slowly, he inched his briefs down his waist.
And as his cock popped out, he could have almost sworn he saw Brent’s eyes pop out, too.
“Fuck, who could have guessed that nerdy Graham Bartlett was working with a pipe like that.”
The compliment turned Graham red. “Thanks. I, uh, grew it myself.”
“Stroke it.”
Graham felt his pulse tick up. “Is that what you want?”
“Be my slut, Graham.”
He certainly couldn’t say no to that. He began to stroke the length of his cock for Brent.
“You like what you see, stud?”
“You know I do, babe.”
Fuck, Graham, this must be a dream, he thought to himself. Being shamelessly ogled by the hottest guy from back in school? He felt like he ought to pinch himself.
“Time to switch it up,” Brent instructed. “Spin around. Let me see that ass.”
A devilish grin spread on Graham’s face. That was a request he was happy to fulfill.
“Fuck, man, what a beautiful pink hole,” Brent said as Graham spread his cheeks wide. He began to crawl toward him at the foot of the bed like a jungle cat stalking its prey.
The next thing Graham knew, he was overcome with a shockwave of pleasure as Brent dove headfirst into his cheeks.
“Holy fuck.”
Brent ate Graham’s hole ravenously, insatiably. Like he was devouring a goddamn three-course meal.
“Jesus Christ,” Graham panted, “you feel amazing.”
“And you,” Brent replied as he came up for air, “taste amazing.” He shoved his face back into Graham’s ass.
Back arched, Graham released a moan at the tickle of Brent’s trim, prickly beard brushing up against his sensitive entrance.
Brent worked his tongue masterfully, twirling it without mercy across Graham’s pucker, occasionally biting down with just the right pressure.
“Forget stuffing stockings,” Brent remarked. “I’d much rather stuff this.”
The comment sent a thrill up Graham’s spine. How did Brent manage to make even a come-on that corny still sound sexy as fuck?
Gripping Graham’s hips for leverage, Brent continued to tongue-fuck like a demon unleashed. “You’re an even bigger sub bottom than I expected, Graham.”
Graham wasn’t sure which pair of cheeks were redder in that moment.
“Although,” Brent went on, “this cock of yours is pretty insane, too.” He reached around from behind to begin stroking Graham as he continued eating his ass.
Graham steadied himself against the wall for support. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
Brent milked his cock slowly, his grip traveling all the way from head to hilt. “You like that, stud?”
A desperate head nod was all Graham could manage. The dual sensations of Brent’s hand stroking his cock and Brent’s mouth devouring his hole sent his eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck, I’m getting close, Brent.”