Page 62 of The Barkeep and the Bro

“Too fucking long.”

“I’ve destroyed Amos’s plumbing with all the times I’ve jerked off in the shower thinking of you.”

“Baby, I want to destroy your plumbing.” I jammed a hand into his pants, down the crack of his ass until I reached Valhalla. I tapped a finger against his tight hole, and he shuddered against me. “Shit, am I going too fast?”

He’s straight, I remembered. Or at least he was until a minute ago.

“No,” he said, biting his lip. “I’ve been, uh, experimenting down there. Just a little sore.”

I arched an eyebrow, my imagination spiraling. “What’ve you been putting up there?”

“I’ll take you to the supermarket one day and show you.” His face split in half with a smile, and my whole body quivered in delight. There was no other place on this earth I wanted to be at this moment.

I massaged his back, felt the muscles under his taut, tanned skin ripple in reaction. I wanted to explore his whole body with my hands and then my tongue.

“Why the fuck are we still wearing clothes?” he growled as he dragged his teeth down my neck.

“Beats me.” I spun us around and dropped him onto the bed. We shed our clothes in two seconds flat. I didn’t care if I tore the fabric. My dick stuck straight out, like a compass pointing me to salvation.

I took a second to rake my eyes over his body, which had a creamy softness to his skin. A light dusting of hair sprinkled his chest. His abs charted a path to his thick cock.

“Do you shave down there?” It did make him look bigger. “Are straight guys doing that nowadays?”

“I like to keep a clean workspace. Ladies appreciate it.”

“Well, I’m no lady.” I leaned over him and growled. “No more trimming.”

“Whatever you say, Boss.” He shot me a wink.

This guy was going to destroy me, wasn’t he?

I tipped my head to kiss him, our bare chests meeting in golden heat. He groaned into my mouth as our cocks touched. He opened his legs to let me come closer, and what I wouldn’t give to fuck that hole. Not yet, though. Not tonight.

I rutted against his dick, his pre-come sliding against my shaft.

“You really like doing that,” I said as his hands found their way into my beard again.

“I love this beard. It’s so weird getting scratched while kissing.”

“Weird?”

“Good weird,” he corrected, his pupils like saucers. “Very good weird.”

“One of the many benefits of fooling around with a guy. There’s also this.” I threw his legs over his head and rubbed my beard against his taint, then around his hole.

His guttural moans filled the hotel room. Music to my ears. It was so loud I thought he’d shot his load already. I swirled my bearded chin on his pucker, then up to his balls. His legs shook under my grip. I had the fratboy in the palm of my hand—or rather, in between the hairs of my beard.

“Holy fucking shit,” he muttered through breaths.

I wanted to stretch his pink hole with my cock so badly. It was there for the taking. But I also wanted to take things slow.

He pulled me into a kiss when I returned from down below. His cocky grin vanished, replaced with a desperate, serious hunger that flushed his cheeks. I steadied myself above him, our eyes tethering us. I wrapped my hand around both our cocks and stroked, using our combined pre-come as lube.

“Holy shit, Boss.” He threw his head back.

It was hot when he called me Boss on a normal day. Tonight, it was sexy as hell.

He leaned up to kiss me, our lips hovering over each other as he shut his eyes and moaned. He fucked into my hand and filled it with his hot seed, his whole body shaking as he came. I used his come to slick up my dick and continued stroking us in unison. Ropes of come covered his chest. I swiped a thumb through it and pressed it to his lips.

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