Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
A little while later, I lean back on the couch and say, “I’m done,” before tossing the remote to the table. Once the headset is off, I adjust my cock, which still isn’t playing nice with me—I guess it’s mad I’m not playing with it.
“You ever done that?” Taylor puts his equipment aside too.
“Done what?”
“Jerked off with guys while playing.”
I shrug. “Yeah. It’s not a big deal. It’s what helped me come to terms with being bi. Remember Ricky from high school? We used to get together and game. It went from watching each other jerk off, to jerking each other off, and then I’d always end up blowing him.” I’ve never shared that with him before. It simply never came up. “Hey, you should give it a try. Everyone around you is queer, so why not join in on the fun?”
“Let you…blow me?” he asks, a surprised lilt to his voice.
Not what I meant, but now the idea’s playing on repeat in my head. I’m horny. I have been all fucking day, and since my other hookup didn’t work out, if Taylor’s interested, I am too. It would just be a little fun, and we’re too close to let something like this affect our friendship. “It’d be the best head you’ve ever had,” I tell him. I’m fucking excellent at sucking dick.
Taylor shifts, and when I look at his lap, I see the bulge growing there. It’s a fight not to lick my lips. I’ve always thought Taylor is hot, and this conversation and how I’ve been jonesing to get off with someone…the perfect storm takes flight in my gut. And again, if Taylor does want to explore with a guy, at least he knows I’m a safe place to do that.
“I dunno, man. I’ve had some pretty good mouths around my cock.”
My dick swells, little pings of electricity sparking inside me. I have no idea what’s going on between us right now. This is totally new, but I’m not complaining.
“That’s because you’ve never had mine.” I silently challenge him, my gaze traveling up and down his body, taunting him, daring him. We’ve issued a lot of dares back and forth between us in the time we’ve known each other, but mostly for stupid shit—I dare you to streak around the block, or I dare you to try and peel that banana with your toes. Okay, so it’s mostly me with the stupid dares, but Taylor always plays along, and I think he gets something out of them too.
“Prove it.” Taylor throws down the gauntlet, as I hoped he would.
Still, I don’t want to push him, want to give him time to change his mind, so I pretend nonchalance. “Hmm?”
“Suck my dick, Bren.”
The spark of courage, of desire and curiosity in his eyes, goes straight to my dick, making my mouth water at the thought of having Taylor’s cock between my lips.
“Prepare to be amazed,” I say playfully, then kneel on the floor.
I reach for the band of his shorts. Our gazes meet, his pupils blown wide, and I pause, again giving him time to change his mind. It’s just sex, but this will be the first time Taylor gets head from a guy, and it happens to be with his best friend, so I’m sure it’s a lot to take in.
“Dare you,” he gives the consent we both need, and damned if it doesn’t make my dick throb even harder. I pull Taylor’s shorts off, taking his briefs with them, and watch his cock spring free.
It’s a great dick—I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that—his balls big and full, shaft flushed and swollen, his head redder than mine. Taylor is long and veiny, just how I like. It’s a pretty cock, and just looking at it makes the buzz beneath my skin grow, makes my heart beat faster.
“This what you want?” I ask Taylor, not breaking eye contact as I lean forward, pressing my tongue against the base of his shaft, then letting it take a slow journey up to his leaking tip.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Suck me.”
“Bossy, bossy, aren’t you? I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already dying for it.” I don’t give Taylor time to respond, holding his dick at the root and swallowing him down. I have zero gag reflex, which comes in handy when you’re claiming the prize as world’s best cock sucker.
I pull back, then lower my head again, over and over and over. Each time his dick hits the back of my throat, I swallow around it, open for him so he can fit all the way inside. I smell the musk and sweat on his skin, feel his cum-filled balls against my chin as little gasps and pants and a string of curses fall from Taylor’s lips, urging me on. When I feel his thighs trembling, I pull back.