Chapter 48
Graham couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “So, I guess that means you missed my dick, too, huh?”
“More than anything.” Awestruck wonder filled Brent’s eyes. “Damn, this thing is beautiful.” Gently, he circled his grip around Graham’s shaft and commenced a slow, steady milking. “I can’t believe you’re working with this cock, babe.”
“Well, technically,” Graham couldn’t help but respond, “I’d say it’s you who’s working with it currently.”
The retort earned him a chuckle. “Touché, babe. Touché.” Continuing, Brent stroked Graham’s rod sensually, every bit as entranced by it as Graham had been at Brent’s own.
The two men sidled against one another to take in the view of their hard dicks side by side.
“Fuck, our cocks look good together.” Brent cracked a roguish grin.
Graham could not possibly have agreed more. He savored the sight of their rods alongside each other. Dicks like theirs went together perfectly.
They weren’t identical by any means. Admittedly, Brent had Graham beat in the size department. But who could compete with a ten-inch plow tool? Graham was perfectly happy with his own fuck rod—at eight inches and thick, he was packing in his own right.
Size, of course, wasn’t the only difference between their dicks.
For example, when it came to grooming, clearly each man had their preferences.
Graham sported a sleek, well-kept look—pubes neatly trimmed and balls shaven clean.
Brent, meanwhile, embraced a more natural aesthetic.
Still maintained and tidy, but in a subtler way that, on him, worked just right.
“Fuck, do I love watching us stroke,” Brent moaned. “Nothing like two dudes beating their meat together.”
While Graham had to agree, he couldn’t help registering a pause. On one hand, this was exactly what they were supposed to be doing—maintaining the illusion that they were simply two dudes with two dicks making each other feel good.
Deep down, of course, he knew better. They weren’t just casual bros, slaves to their cocks in seeking out pleasure.
Well, maybe the part about their cocks was accurate, but the rest of it, if Graham had to be honest, couldn’t have been further from the truth.
He loved Brent Danvers body and soul.
The soul part, though, he’d have to unpack later. Tonight, Brent’s body gave him plenty to occupy himself with.
Emphasis on plenty.
“Perhaps it’s time we take things up a notch.” Leaning down, Graham brought his face close to Brent’s pipe. His eager lips hovered just inches away from his plump, juicy cockhead. “What would you say to that?”
The lust on Brent’s face then spoke for itself. “You know I want it, baby.”
“Well, I guess you’d better ask for it then.”
The yearning on Brent’s face grew visibly. “Aw, come on, Graham. You’re torturing me.”
“That doesn’t sound like asking to me.” A sparkle lit in his eyes that was positively evil.
Brent gnawed at his lip, helpless. “You’re not seriously going to make me beg.”
“I’m not making you do anything,” Graham remarked with a grin. “I’m just stating how you can earn what I want to do to you.” He let a string of drool fall slowly from his lips.
And as it landed on the tip of his companion’s cock, something in the room shifted. Something that neither of them would be able to control.
Entranced, Graham slicked his slobber along the length of Brent’s shaft. Just the sight of this god’s ripped physique trembling at the sensation of Graham’s feathery touch sent a thrill coursing into his veins.
“OK, you win,” Brent gasped, voice ragged. “Please, Graham. I want your lips on my cock.”
Slow and steady, Graham continued to stroke Brent’s sloppy erection. “Yeah? Is that what you want, stud?”
Brent’s nod followed instantly as Graham’s dick massaging rendered him helpless. “Yes, baby.”
“Ask for it then.”
“Please, Graham.”
“Ask like you want it.”
“Please, Graham.”
Graham shook his head firmly as he continued his steady, wet strokes. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
Brent trembled like he was nearing his breaking point. “Please, Graham. Will you please suck my cock with that beautiful, slutty mouth?”
A bratty smile cracked on Graham’s face.
“Well, I guess since you asked nicely.” He locked eyes with Brent as he slowly parted his lips.
“I do seem to recall this dick being quite delicious.” He buried his nose into Brent’s dark, thick bush, savoring the manly aroma of his hair-covered groin.
“But I suppose the only way to know for sure is to give it another taste.”
Without further ado, he planted a kiss on Brent’s cockhead.
A low moan escaped his partner’s lips. “Oh, Graham. That’s—”
His next words never came. It was too late for him now. His body had succumbed to the pleasure now enveloping him.
Parting his lips, Graham swirled his tongue exquisitely around his man’s juicy cockhead. As he serviced, he maintained a careful seal, ensuring Brent received a torturously blissful suction.
“Jesus, Graham,” Brent sighed, his head dropping back in reverie. “Suck on it, baby.”
Graham certainly didn’t need to be told that twice. Loosening his jaw, he prepared to accept more of his man’s meat between his lips.
Slowly, Brent’s firmness pushed its way deeper into Graham’s mouth.
He accepted the gift willingly, savoring the experience of taking more and more of his man.
How lucky was he, he thought to himself.
Guys back in LA would have given their left nut to suck such a cock as this, and here this stud had chosen Graham of all men to do the glorious honors.
And he, for one, intended to show his appreciation.
Because this cock? It deserved to be worshipped.
Good thing Brent deserved worshipping, too.
He licked the length of Brent’s shaft, savoring the contours of his fat, rigid pole. Brent tasted of manhood through and through. His hard, girthy dick glided along Graham’s tongue blissfully, the pressure driving Brent’s earthy, musky flavor into his taste buds.
“Ahmafameenahd,” Graham moaned through his cock-stuffed mouth.
Although Brent wasn’t sure what his partner had just said, the grin on his face confirmed his approval. “Yeah? You like that, you cock-hungry slut?”
It was all Graham could do to nod as his man’s hard rod lodged itself deeper into his insatiable mouth.
“Good boy,” Brent acknowledged, a cocky grin curled on his lips. “I think you’re ready for more, though, baby.”
Graham registered Brent’s hands wrapping around the back of his skull.
“What do you say, babe? Think you’re ready for more of this meat?”
The question sparked a thrill that made Graham’s heart start to race.
“Here we go, slut.”
The next thing Graham knew, Brent’s thick, hard cock was pushing deeper into his mouth, spreading his lips further and further and even further still to accommodate the girth of his massive man pole.
Fuck, this pipe is huge, Graham mused to himself. Breathing through his nose, he worked to center himself as Brent’s manhood pushed him to his limits.
He accepted the test with gladness, though. Brent’s behemoth cock forging its way into him was a gift he wouldn’t dream of taking for granted. The supreme member’s girth pushed against the walls of his throat, filling him with a pressure he didn’t know how he’d withstand.
But then again, he silently reminded himself, where there was a will, there was always a way.
Relaxing, Graham channeled waves of calmness into his system. Openness. Willingness. Receptiveness.
It worked like a charm.
Nice and smooth, Brent’s heavy, tapered shaft slid the rest of the way into Graham’s hungry, slutty mouth.
Filling his throat with hard, firm man meat.
“Oleyuhhhhh,” Graham moaned, windpipe plugged.
His reverie drew a smile as Brent held his partner’s head against himself. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Take me all the way down.”
His wish was Graham’s command. Because the next thing Graham knew, Brent’s cockhead was pressed against the back of his throat. A wave of pride rolled out into his system. You did it, Graham, cheered a voice inside his head. You’ve taken your man’s cock down to its fucking base.
And with a cock like Brent’s, that was no small feat.
The massive meat swelled inside his throat, throbbing against the walls of his windpipe.
From above, the evidence was visible. Brent’s pole had literally widened the girth of Graham’s neck.
The sight filled Brent with a sense of pride himself. “Fuck, baby.”
A blissful smile curled on Graham’s cock-lodged mouth as the twitching of his man’s pipe tickled the insides of his throat.
And just like that, a switch flipped in his head. He was here to suck Brent’s cock.
Suck it like Brent was the only thing that mattered.
Suck it like Brent wouldn’t be able to stand.
Suck it like Graham’s very existence depended on milking this fat cock dry.
Because with how desperately he needed the cream he craved once more, he honestly wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go on without it.
Instinct, flesh, biology took over. He was no longer Graham, the polished, professional, presentable company man. He had transformed completely into Graham, the man-hungry, pig-nasty, cock-sucking slut machine.
And every last fiber of him existing to be used for Brent’s pleasure.
“Jesus Christ, Graham,” Brent moaned with utter bliss. “Where the hell has this guy been hiding?”
The praise only made Graham go harder. Down to the base, ramming that cockhead to the back of his gullet. Then up to the tip, teasing that sensitive cap with a pleasuring that curled Brent’s toes.
Repeating on loop until Brent had entered another plane of existence.
A sex-drenched musk emanated over the room as the two men’s pheromones intermixed through the air.
“Holy fuck, Graham,” Brent moaned at the top of his lungs. “I’m about to…I’m about to…”
Instantly, Graham slammed on the brakes. “Not yet, you’re not.” He distanced himself reluctantly from the cock he desired so desperately. “You have made me wait far too long for the thing I really want. And no way in hell am I leaving until I get what I came for.”