Page 7 of The Step Dare

“I understood. I meant, I don’t get why you want to see me…”

His thumb slips just under the head of my dick in a way that really gets me going, makes me forget what the fuck we were even talking about.

While I recover from the sensations sweeping through me, he takes his hand off, and I wonder why the hell he’d do that, before I feel a tug at my waistband, and soon, he’s on his knees, sliding my cock into his mouth.

My hand rests on the back of his head as I encourage him along, that warm mouth demonstrating its expertise once again. “Fucking hell, Brenner,” I mutter as he gets me worked up quickly. Too quickly. “Brenner, stop,” I demand.

It’s funny how fast he freezes, my cock pushed to the back of his throat. He raises his hands out to his sides and pulls off. As he pushes to his feet, I notice some precum on his lip, which he licks right up before his gaze meets mine. “Not good?”

I glance at his Speedo. His cock is peeking out of the waistband. I pull the Speedo back to see my buddy’s dick twitching.

“Maybe I want to seeyourface when you come,” I say.

“Do it, Tay. Jerk me off. Fuck, you’re killing me here.”

“Dare me?” I tease, and his expression turns serious as he says, “Dare you.”

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Brenner

It’s not everyday a guy gets a handjob from his best friend. This whole thing with Taylor happened so suddenly, but also in a way that makes sense. We don’t even have to talk a lot about it, don’t have to have tons of discussions about what this is because we both know it’s just two buddies having fun together. It won’t affect our friendship and doesn’t have to be a big deal.

But yeah, it’s one thing when I’m the one blowing said bestie, and something else altogether when he’s got his hand on my cock. It’s something I’ve been hoping for, but, teasing aside, would never push him to do.

“Spit in your hand,” I tell him after he gives me a long, slow stroke. He does as I say, licking, then spitting before wrapping it around my shaft again. It’s just a simple touch, but it makes my eyes roll back, makes my nerve endings feel on fire in the best possible way.

“Like this?” he asks, with the sort of honesty Taylor reserves for me. I might be obnoxious, that guy everyone thinks is a little too much, but for whatever reason, that’s always worked to my benefit in our friendship. Somehow it seems to be exactly what Taylor needs.

“Fuck yes,” I reply. He moves his hand faster, squeezes with just the right amount of pressure. “Get on your knees, Tay. Take your shirt off. I want to come on your chest.”

“Ask nicely.”

I flutter my lashes playfully. “Please let me come on your chest, asshole.”

Taylor laughs but gets into position. He works my cock, which is so damn close to his mouth that just thinking about pushing inside it almost makes me bust my nut.

Patience, Bren.

I’m known to jump first and ask questions later, and that’s not something I want to risk with Taylor. Us experimenting together is perfect because I know Taylor is comfortable enough with me to let his inhibitions go, but that doesn’t mean I need to jump out of the plane without a parachute.

“Use your other hand to play with my balls,” I tell him, and he does, stroking with one and fondling my nuts just right with the other. I might be the only guy he’s ever hooked up with, but Taylor knows his way around a cock. Pleasure shoots through my groin with each jerk of his hand. He rubs his palm over the head, using my precum to slick me up so the glide is smoother.

“Christ,” I grit out. “You look good down there. Who knew my best friend would look so good on his knees?”

“I always look good,” he counters, that simple cocky line from him making my dick twitch in his hold.

“Fuck. This is gonna be quick,” I tell him, needing to bust a nut more than I need to show off my stamina. I spit in my palm, nudging his hand out of the way so I can wrap it around my shaft. “Tell me I can come on your chest.”

“Only if you finish blowing me after.”

“Like I’m not fucking dying for it,” I reply, jerking my dick in fast, tight strokes. Taylor plays with his, jacking himself, mouth open on a gasp, which is entirely hotter than my best friend has a right to be.

A full-body shudder rocks through me, pleasure popping off like a damn firework inside me as I aim my dick at him, the first spurt of my load landing in the hollow spot betweenhis collarbones. I keep tugging, watching another ribbon of my release on his pec, sliding down over his nipple as I continue painting Taylor with cum.

The second my balls are drained, he’s pushing to his feet and I’m wrestling him down to the bed.

“Suck me,” he says.

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