Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Should we have? Or maybe that would have changed things. Maybe it’s better that we waited until now so we could solidify who we really are and adding sex to the mix wouldn’t change anything.
All I know is that I’m just as glad as he is that we’re here now. That Eric’s hand is on my head and his dick in my mouth. That he’s making my eyes tear up, both from the face fucking and because I love him so much…as a friend, of course. And I honestly don’t know if I can ever get into a relationship again, and maybe it’s not just because Malcolm was a dick; maybe it’s because I know there’s no man out there better than Eric, that no one would ever treat me the way Eric does, so I will happily be his best friend and husband because that already makes me lucky.
“Fuck…I’m gonna come. Gonna give you my load. God, I can’t wait to watch you swallow it down.”
I nod, telling him I want it. Eric thrusts again and lets out a deep groan. His cock twitches in my mouth, balls against my chin as he spurts his salty, thick release down my throat.
“Mmm…” I hum, which, okay, is maybe a little different. I like cum. No two ways about it. But Eric’s cum? I don’t know if it’s just a switch in my head that makes it feel like it’s some kind of magic elixir, but the mmm is definitely because I want more of it.
He spurts again, and I greedily take that down too, swallow his release like I’m a starving man, and maybe I am.
I keep him in my mouth until I’ve drained his balls, until I’ve taken all he can give me and his cock is softening in my mouth.
“Come’ere, D. I need you to lie down with me.” He pulls me to my feet and then basically collapses on the bed. With a soft smile, I go down beside him, slightly embarrassed about how eager and hungry I was for his release.
Eric pulls me into his arms, his boot an obstacle between us, but I don’t even care. I turn onto my side, throw one leg over his hip, and keep my face in his chest.
Neither of us talks for a moment, and I can’t help the small stab of fear that maybe he regrets this. That he thinks I’m a cum-hungry slut, and for a reason I don’t understand, that totally turns him off.
“That was…”
“Too much?” I ask, in unison with his, “Fucking perfect.”
He frowns. “Wait. It was too much for you?”
“No, I thought maybe it was too much for you.”
“Um, I’m pretty sure that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ve had a lot of sex, and none of it was that hot. Dude, you moaned because you were so eager for my cum.”
My face heats. “I don’t know if I’d go that far,” I say, though he’s right.
“Nope. I was there. I heard it. There was an mmm too.”
“Okay. That’s enough. Aren’t you going to pass out now?” I joke. Maybe I should be more self-conscious that his load made me react that way, but I’m still riding the high of what we did. That feels too good to let myself get stressed about anything.
“Usually, I would, but…I don’t want to fall asleep with you.”
“You’ve been sleeping in my bed every night.”
“No, not like that. I mean, I wanna talk to you, D.”
Oh. That’s maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I love talking to Eric. I’ll stay up all night to chat if he wants to. “I’ll be right back.”
His hold on me tightens, and he pulls me closer. “Nope. You’re not allowed to leave.”
“I’m just taking care of the lights, silly boy.”
“In that case, you can go. Just hurry back.”
I scramble out of bed while thinking, Post-nut brain fog. That’s all this is. All I want it to be. It doesn’t mean anything.
I turn on the bedside lamp and kill the big one, then get back into bed with Eric. I pull the covers over us, planning on staying on my side, but he pulls me close again.
“Do you feel bad that our parents don’t know we’re married?” Eric asks.
“That’s what you choose to talk about when we’re naked and just gave each other orgasms?” But while the timing is slightly off, I get why he’s asking.
“You’re the one who went and made it weird.”
“Good point.” I push onto my elbow so I’m looking down at him.
At Eric.
Naked in my bed.
After we shot our loads.
This is so fucking wild.
“Yes and no. I don’t want to hurt them, and I worry that if they knew, it would hurt them. Not because they wouldn’t want us to be together, but because they’d think it means more than it does. I’m not sure they would understand going this far. My parents have always hoped I would find a guy like you.” They always hoped it would be Eric. “So I wouldn’t want to give them false hope. On the other hand, I love them, and it feels like lying to them about something big.”