Chapter 47
The real pleasure, of course, was all Brent’s. His whole body sank into the bed as Graham wrapped his fingers around his rigid shaft. “Oh, baby.”
A twinge of discomfort flickered inside Graham’s chest. Baby.
His heart gave a tender squeeze. It was the same war he’d waged in himself the first time they’d slipped into sweet-talking.
And as their experience had shown, it was a recipe for disaster.
He centered his focus inward. This was exactly what he’d been afraid of. Getting sweet on each other when Graham had a plane to catch in the morning would not end well.
“You OK, baby?”
The question immediately pulled Graham back to the present. There was that word again.
That beautiful, wonderful, magical word.
Fuck it.
“Sorry, babe,” Graham replied. “Guess you got me dickmatized.”
A proud grin swelled on Brent’s face. “Good thing it’s all yours then, baby.”
Baby.
Graham returned to his work with renewed fascination.
Slow and steady he stroked, just the sight of Brent’s hard, mammoth cock filling him up with a glow.
Even after their first few romps together, laying with Brent still felt surreal.
This was the guy of his dreams as a teen, the guy to whom Graham had thought he’d been invisible.
Clearly, though, the shy nerd Graham had been back in high school had made an impression on that all-star jock. He couldn’t believe this stud had remembered him after all these years.
And if Graham had his way tonight, he’d make sure this king remembered him for years to come.
He pleasured Brent’s hard-on lovingly, giving every inch a slow, passionate massage. With each sensual stroke, his eyes zeroed in on his work. Jesus, the girth of this thing. He could barely wrap his fingers around it.
And if Brent’s pipe could stretch his grip like this, imagine the other limits it could put to the test.
Just the thought made his hole quiver with urgency. For all the escapades they’d enjoyed thus far, that was one threshold they hadn’t yet crossed.
The burning question was—did they dare to cross it tonight?
Only time would tell.
But judging by the sag of Brent’s heavy sack, Graham wagered the odds were good. Those were some nuts that were begging to be drained.
Graham felt his briefs getting tighter. “You really have been pent up, haven’t you?” Gently, he fondled Brent’s balls. The heft of his low-hanging nuts in his hand confirmed it. Brent had a load that was aching for release.
All in good time.
“God, you are a tease,” Brent sighed with bliss.
Graham cracked an impish grin. “What can I say? Good things come to those who wait.”
The remark earned him a smile. “Well, I’d say you have been waiting long enough.
” He flicked a meaningful glance down at his companion’s briefs.
The cotton was stretched within an inch of its life.
“Whatever are we going to do about that?” He laid a mischievous hand on Graham’s crotch.
“This thing looks ready to burst right out.”
The tickle of Brent’s fingertips caressing his pole lazily through his briefs sparked a current that reached down to Graham’s toes. “OK, buster. Now who’s the tease?”
Brent merely offered a shrug. “I never said you were the only one.” He traced the outline of Graham’s hard-on, gently following its contours through his briefs. A devilish smile curled on his mouth. “Man, you are hard, Graham.”
The praise sent a twitch through his dick that widened Brent’s smile even more. “Turned on, are we?”
Graham’s rod responded for him with another involuntary surge.
It earned him an approving nod. “Good boy.”
Slowly, Graham let himself sink deeper, fading into the bliss of Brent’s gentle, sensual caress. Urgency flooded his groin as his hard cock swelled in his briefs. Fuck, Brent had him at his mercy.
Pulsing, his balls started to ache, hanging heavily with lust and desire. He chewed at his lip as the pressure building in his briefs became nearly unbearable. “Fuck, Brent. You are killing me with this.”
A fiendish smirk quirked on Brent’s face. “I suppose it’s time I make good on my offer then, huh?” He began to run his fingers along the waistband of Graham’s briefs. “After all, a good boy deserves to get his reward.” He slipped his fingertips underneath the band. “What do you say to that, stud?”
It was all Graham could do to nod in desperation.
“I’ll go ahead and take that as a yes.”
Gently, Brent worked his hand further into Graham’s briefs, exploring the patch of hair still hidden underneath.
Graham realized his breath had become ragged then. He did his best to steady himself, although the anticipation of Brent’s fingertips reaching ever closer to his cock drove him near the edge.
It didn’t go unnoticed.
“Mmm, you like that, slut, don’t you?” Inside Graham’s briefs, Brent ran his hand along his companion’s inner thigh crease, applying just the right pressure to make his partner squirm.
“I fucking love it, Brent.” Graham panted as his heart began to beat on overdrive, pumping blood into his system at record-breaking speed.
And all of it headed to a single destination.
The very destination Brent was about to reach.
“Ohhh, fuuuck,” Graham heaved as Brent’s fingers arrived at his cock. His skin finally touching him, with nothing at all left between.
The sight of Graham’s bliss drew a cocky smirk from Brent. “That’s what you were waiting for, stud, isn’t it?”
Again, it was all Graham could do to nod.
Brent’s smirk widened into a hungry, wolfish smile. “You just relax while I take care of you, all right?”
The question was music to Graham’s ears.
Inch by inch, Brent lowered Graham’s briefs from his waist. The sight of his partner’s dick slowly becoming exposed practically had him drooling.
First came the base. It was a thick, solid hilt just like Brent remembered.
“Don’t stop there,” Graham mustered as he breathed through the adrenaline spiking across his system. Inside his briefs, his hard cock yearned for release from its confinement.
His desperation drew a fiendish grin from Brent. Clearly, he had his man right where he wanted him.
He continued his progress, slowly dropping Graham’s waistband a few inches further. Lustful greed filled his eyes as the lower half of his companion’s shaft came deliciously into view.
“Damn, that thing is girthy,” Brent remarked.
The praise triggered another pulse of glee from Graham’s pole.
Eliciting from Brent a mischievous chuckle. “Mmm, he is ready.”
It was all Graham could do to nod once again. Fuck, his dick was practically begging to be freed.
But not just yet.
With agonizing restraint, Brent lowered Graham’s waistband a few more inches, exposing now the upper half of his thick, rigid shaft.
“Look at that beautiful curve.” Brent licked his lips, wolfish, at Graham’s perfectly tapered rod, nothing but its head still hidden underneath his briefs.
Graham registered his heart racing faster. To think that Brent had actually called him a tease. “Come on, keep going.”
A wicked grin twisted on Brent’s face. “Yeah? Is that what you want, baby?”
Graham replied with another desperate nod.
“Well, in that case, let’s see what I can do, huh?” Gripping Graham’s base with one hand, Brent brought the palm of the other against his barely sheathed cockhead. Gently, he massaged him through the cotton.
Graham’s system responded instantly. “Fuck, Brent. You’re torturing me.
” Helpless, his body writhed at the intensity of the pleasure rocking through him.
His tender, sensitive head—the only part of his dick yet to be uncovered—throbbing with agonizing bliss at the tickle of Brent’s palm through that thin layer of fabric.
A layer that it was time to finally remove.
“Can I take it out, stud?” Desire sparkled visibly inside Brent’s eyes.
The question triggered a thrill in Graham’s chest. He’d been beginning to think Brent might never ask.
“Fuck, yes,” he responded as if he couldn’t answer fast enough. His full balls ached at the slow and sensual torture.
Gently, Brent thumbed Graham’s slit through the thinly stretched fabric. A devilish smile curled on his lips as he made an exhilarating discovery.
“You’re leaking.” He swirled his thumb in a circle to work his man’s precum through the fibers of cotton.
A shudder of pleasure exploded across Graham’s body. Fuck, was Brent relentless.
And he wasn’t done yet.
Slowly, Brent raised his thumb to his lips, savoring the taste of his favorite delicacy. “Mmm, that’s delicious.”
The sight of Brent sampling his pre-ejaculate covered Graham in goosebumps. “Do I taste good, baby?”
Brent furrowed his brow, considering. “Why don’t you find out yourself?” Returning his hand to Graham’s briefs, he gently squeezed his man’s cockhead over the cotton, oozing another bead of precum through the porous layer of fabric. “For you.” He stuck his thumb promptly into Graham’s mouth.
The sweet and salty flavor of his own personal precum lingered on Graham’s taste buds. He suctioned Brent’s thumb firmly as it exited his mouth.
“Well?” Brent arched an eyebrow, curious.
Graham licked his lips, satisfied. “Damn, I taste good.”
Based on the smile that followed from Brent, clearly he agreed. “All right, I suppose it’s time I make good on my word, huh?” Slipping his thumb beneath Graham’s waistband, he lowered his briefs the final inch.
Exposing his plump, juicy, and precum-slicked cockhead.
“Grahammm.”