Page 13 of Betting Brett

I'm painfully aware of the arousal coursing through me, my erection straining uncomfortably against the wet fabric of my jeans. I discreetly adjust myself, tucking it into the waistband of my pants, hoping Brett doesn't notice. But judging from the smirk on his face, I can tell he's seen everything.

Ecstatic as I am to be on the verge of getting what I’ve always wanted, the “what ifs” are getting loud in my head. As we approach the cabin, I pause, turning to face Brett. "Hey," I begin, my voice hesitant, "before we go inside, can we talk?"

Brett raises an eyebrow, his expression curious and a little nervous. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

I take a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Look... I just want to make sure we're on the same page. I don't want things to get weird between us.”

Brett chuckles softly, "Andy, you made a bet about blowing me, and I took it. I think we've already crossed into 'weird' territory.”

I can't help but laugh, and my anxiety backs off some. "Okay, fair point,” I say. “But seriously, I value our friendship more than anything. I don't want to risk losing that."

Brett steps closer, his gaze intense. I could practically feel the body heat rising off him. "Neither do I, Andy. Nothing can hurt our friendship, I promise. Not even if you give the worst blowjob in the history of blowjobs.”

Trust Brett to make everything okay again, just like that. I punch him in the shoulder and resume the walk to the cabin. Feeling reassured, I nod, "Okay, as long as we're clear on that."

Brett smirks, "Crystal clear. Now, what exactly were the terms of the bet?"

"You're impossible." I roll my eyes, playfully shoving him.

He grins, pulling me close. "But you love me anyway."

It wasn’t unusual for us to drop the L-word with each other. We’d been saying it since we were kids. It was just natural. But for some reason, tonight, the word felt a little different. A little more loaded.

I try not to think too much about it, and instead, I smile and say, "Damn right I do."

The wooden door of the cabin looms ahead, and as I reach for the handle, Brett's hand covers mine. Our fingers intertwine, and I revel in the warmth of his touch, the strength in his grip. Without a word, he pushes the door open, and the moment it closes behind us, our lips crash together. The kiss is fierce, filled with pent-up desire and longing. It's a clash of tongues and teeth, a dance of dominance and submission. I can taste the hint of whiskey on his lips, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine.

This wasn't part of the bet. But right now, I don't care. I can't pull away, even if I wanted to.

This is the moment I’ve dreamed about since high school. Wanting to feel this, to taste him, to kiss him. Fuck! I never want this to end. I want to ride this tidal wave all the way to shore, crashing up onto the sand in a tangle of limbs and tongue and sex.

Could this be a dream? Am I about to wake up any second now? Shit that would suck major balls, and not the kind I was planning on sucking, either.

Also, Brett isreallyinto our kiss, judging by how hard he is. I tried never to assume people’s sexuality, just because he dated women didn’t mean he didn’t want to explore things with a guy, but… that will have to be a conversation for another time because my brain is currently melting as Brett's hands roam my body, exploring every inch of me. He tugs at my shirt, having some trouble with the damp cloth, finally pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. I do the same, discarding our jackets and shirts in a trail leading to the bedroom.

By the time we get there, the atmosphere is thick with anticipation, the kind that makes your skin prickle and your heart race. The dim light from the bedside lamp Brett snaps on casts a soft, intimate glow, making the room feel even smaller and more confined. Our own private den. Secluded from the rest of the world. It was just us. Two men, two bodies, two souls. Brett's eyes, dark and intense, never leave mine, and I can feel the weight of our shared history and the uncharted territory we're about to venture into.

He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, a seductive grin on his face. The bulge in his pants twitches. He rubs his chest and bites his lower lip.

Fuck. Fuck, I am in so much trouble. Brett is the hottest guy I’d ever seen, how am I going to survive with just a single taste?

I kneel in front of him, placing my hands on his knees. I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, I slowly slide his unbuttoned jeans down his legs. He’s wearing a sexy pair of tight black briefs, the fabric straining to hold him down. I lean in and kiss him, going down his length, mouthing him over the already wet underwear. He lets out a shuddering moan as I nuzzle my nose in the crease of his thigh, looking up at him with a smile as I pull his briefs down by the thick white waistband.

His breath catches in his throat as I take his cock in my hand, the heat and weight of him making my own desire flare even more. I give him a few admiring strokes, running my thumb over his leaking slit, lifting it to show off the clear string of precum. Brett’s eyes are wide, his lips shaped into an ‘O’ as his eyebrows dipped down in pure pleasure.

I lower my head, taking him into my mouth. The sensations are amazing, the taste, the feel, the sounds he’s making. I set a slow pace, wanting to savor every moment, every touch, every nuance.

Brett's fingers tangle in my hair, urging me on. "God, Andy," he moans, his voice thick with desire. "You're... you're incredible. Keep sucking my cock, just like that. Fuck, baby."

I increase the pace, taking him deeper, using every trick I know to bring him pleasure, his words driving me on. I go all the way down until my nose is buried in his pubes. The amazed sounds he makes, the way his body tenses, it's all driving me wild. I can feel my own arousal pulsing, the pressure building. I rub myself through my jeans, trying to relieve some of the pressure in my balls.

“I’m getting close already, Andy. Oh fuck.”

I work him with my tongue, swirling it around the head, massaging his balls in my hand. His hips thrust involuntarily a few times as he lets out a gasping warning that he’s going to cum. I don’t pull back, instead holding him deep as he blows down my throat, his cum filling my mouth, so much of it that I can hardly swallow it all. But I do, reveling in the taste of him.

Without warning, the coil of pleasure snaps inside my core, and I come undone, my cum adding to the wetness of my jeans as my eyes roll back and my legs shake. The sensation, combined with the taste and feel of Brett in my mouth, is too much, and I lose myself in the moment.

Pulling off, I rest my head on Brett’s thigh, gathering myself as he runs a hand through my hair. When I can form a coherent thought again, I look up at Brett, my chest heaving. "I... I guess I won the bet," I say with a shaky laugh.

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