Page 42 of The Barkeep and the Bro

I popped into Amos’s room and tried my luck with his nightstand drawer. The dude hadthreebottles of lube. Always the optimist.

My dick hardened in anticipation. I closed my bedroom door.

“It’s you and me,” I said to the zucchini. “I hope Amos wasn’t saving you for a special recipe.”

I slicked up my fingers and pressed inside my hole. Once I pressed through the tight ring of muscle, I leaned into the weirdness and had electricity light up my body. The buzz went straight to my cock. Maybe I had to reconsider the finger. I mean, that girl had long nails. I craved more as soon as I pulled out.

But it was time for the main event.

I got on my back. The zucchini was much bigger than my finger, but it was about the size of my dick. Mitch’s was probably bigger. My eyes rolled back in my head as it entered my ass. This was...new and exciting, and put my lower half on pins and needles.

I choked out a moan as I slid it in and out of my virgin hole. My hard dick stuck in the air. As soon as my eyes closed, Mitch was on top of me, rutting into my hole, growling as he liked to do. But growling at me. The heat of his chest and thickness of his cock controlling me sent sparks charging through my central nervous system. His dark eyes lasered into me, and I reached up to kiss him, the scorching heat of our bodies making me dizzy.

“Oh, shit. Yeah.” I muttered as he hit that spot in me that opened me up. My balls drew up as the orgasm came close. But it was an orgasm times ten, my whole body levitating under these new stimulating sensations.

I tried to hold back. My lips trembled, but I had to say it. “Fuck me, Mitch.”

Damn, that sounded good.

“Fuck me, Mitch.” His name made my cock stand at attention. I curled my fingers around my rock-hard length and jerked myself until the orgasm was like that Indiana Jones boulder coming to steamroll over me.

I gasped and moaned my way to blowing my load across my stomach.

My eyes flung open.

Holy shit.

I removed the vegetable from my opening and took a moment to catch my breath. My vision remained blurry. I saw my ceiling. I saw Mitch. I saw Mitch and I cuddled together.

My ass felt stretched, like the first workout after a long break.

I sat up and put on my boxers. So that was anal sex...and I liked it. Did I just take my own virginity?

I went to clean myself and the zucchini off in the bathroom. When I stepped into the hall, I came face to face with Amos.

His eyes bolted open, and they locked in on me, then the zucchini.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi,” he replied just as awkwardly.

“Wha—what are you doing home?”

“Because of the snow, they called a delayed opening. Is that my organic zucchini?”

“It, uh...” Shit, there was no use lying. This was even more embarrassing than my mom finding my special jerkoff sock in high school. “I was thinking of making a salad?”

“It didn’t sound like you were making a salad.”

“It was, uh, a very intense salad. A lot of vegetables in it.”

“Charlie.” He cocked his head. “I can see the lube on it.”

“It’s salad dressing?”

I clamped my eyes shut, willing myself to wake up from this hella awkward nightmare. Then, by the grace of God, Amos broke out laughing. Hysterical, had-to-catch-your-breath laughing. I thanked all my lucky stars he was cool.

“Do we need to have the birds and bees talk?” he asked.

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