Page 88 of The Barkeep and the Bro

And so he did. He clenched tighter on my dick, and I pounded harder into his tight little ass. Skin slapped skin. Beads of sweat pricked on his back and my chest. Dizzy breaths heaved into the silence. Want created a thick haze in the air.

He let out short groans with each hump, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. By the way he shook under me, neither could he.

I pulled him up straight so his back was flush against me. I had never felt closer to another person. I fucked his hole in hard, short bursts and joined his hand in jerking his leaking, engorged cock.

His head rolled back onto my shoulder, sweaty hair slicking my skin.

“Yes,” he whimpered over and over as he shot waves of come onto the bed, hitting our pillows. I kept him from collapsing. I hugged him tight as I filled my rubber.

He gasped when I pulled out. I licked a trickle of sweat off his neck.

“How was that?” I let go of him. He immediately fell to the bed in a puddle of his come. “That good?”

“Yes,” he said into the blanket.

I spanked his ass and felt him wince underneath. The soreness was kicking in. It filled me with a sense of pride, knowing I was the one who did that.

I still had it.

“Let’s shower and get into bed.” With careful fingers, I slowly removed the pillow from under his head. “And let’s turn this case inside out.”

31

CHARLIE

Iwoke up the next morning sore everywhere for a litany of different reasons. All of the work for prepping and serving at the wedding coalesced in my aching muscles and bones. And then my ass was sore, which was a new kind of feeling. A great kind of feeling. When Mitch said he was going to stretch my hole, that was not an exaggeration.

We made out in bed, morning breath and all. The thing was, when you woke up cradled in the strong arms of the guy you were crazy about, it was impossible not to put your morning wood to good use. Mitch’s spear poked my ass, which despite the glorious discomfort, was not opposed to a round two.

I arched my back so I could meet his erection, uh, head on.

“This isn’t helping my dick go down.” His raspy voice sent shivers across my chest. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own. It was ready for more.

“We might as well make hay while the sun shines.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m still horny.” I thrust against his cock for good measure.

“Fucking fratboy.” I could feel his smile against my smile, the hairs of his beard bristling on my skin. He pulled his arms tighter around me, putting me in a protective cage.

“I haven’t been in a frat in four years.”

“Come here.” With a sure hand, he tipped my chin up to him, and I gazed into those stormy eyes, my heart lifting, before we melted into a kiss.

This time, after getting situated with the lube and condoms, I straddled him and sank onto his fat cock. It hit me from a new angle, stimulating new parts of me. The exquisite pleasure of last night came rushing back. My hands traversed his hairy, muscular chest as I bounced on top of him.

“Charlie, just like that,” he said. “Who knew you were so hungry for dick?”

“Just yours,” I breathed out. My cock leaked precome onto his stomach. I imagined him doing the same inside me, and waves of ecstasy flashed through my core.

He reached up and caressed my chest for a moment. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I fucked him faster, want and need colliding in my system, my balls drawing up. Mitch rested his hands behind his head like he was lying on the beach, something I could never imagine him doing.

“Don’t work too hard,” I joked.

“I’m liking the view.”

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