Page 73 of The Barkeep and the Bro

“Whatever you say, Boss.” He smiled at me with swollen lips, which stretched with my cock shoved in between.

Hearing him call me boss lit me up inside. I fisted handfuls of his hair and fucked into his mouth.

“Suck that dick, fratboy. Just you fucking wait.” The dirty talk flew out of me. “Tonight, I’m going to fuck you senseless, fill that tight ass of yours with a good dicking.”

Shit. Was I? Dirty fantasies possessed my mind, but I had to remind myself that Charlie was a virgin in that department. Twenty-four hours ago, he’d never been with a man. We were going fast, but maybe it was too fast for him.

“I want that so bad, Boss.”

Or maybe not fast enough?

“Stand up,” I said. He was strong but compact, his head only coming up to my chest. I motioned for him to drop his pants again, revealing his hard cock pressed against his boxer briefs.

“Remove the underwear, too.”

And then there he was, completely naked in front of me, all mine for the taking. I whipped off my shirt. His few wisps of chest hair paled next to my furry chest. My mouth watered in response. The head of his dick was engorged and slick with precome.

Without thinking, I pulled him into a kiss, a kiss that reached down my throat and clamped its greedy hand around my heart. I caressed his cheeks as our tongues slowly danced around each other. A tender flame amidst burning heat. It was a kiss that could move mountains and cause tidal waves.

Not a kiss for lusty bathroom hookups.

He seemed dazed, his eyes signaling his coming back to earth. Before I could let any awkwardness simmer, I picked him up and flipped him upside down. I held him by the hips, his cock jutting into my face. He instantly resumed giving me the best blow job in the history of man-on-mankind. This new angle let him go deeper and faster, nuzzling his nose into my sac.

Precome dripped into my mouth. I licked around his head and down his shaft. He rested his legs on my shoulders, revealing his pink, virginal hole. I dipped my thumb into his opening, and his whole body shook against me in response.

“Yes. Oh, fuck.” His voice echoed against the walls. “Gonna come. So hard.”

His body tensed as his hot, bitter load flooded my mouth. I held myself back from coming until he was finished.

“You ready for me, fratboy?” My balls tightened as my orgasm pushed me to the edge.

“Give it to me.”

And so I did. Waves of it down his throat in one of the greatest releases of pleasure I’d ever experienced.

I put him down gently, his body sweaty and spent. He sat on his pants and looked up at me, his eyes asking me if that was good.

“That was mindblowing,” I said, my cock heavy between my legs.

“I should sext you more often.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” I tossed him his shirt. My mind flashed to the kiss we had, and it sent a bolt of terror up my spine that maybe this wasn’t just combustible sex.

I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

But maybe I already had it myself.

“Get dressed. We have a wedding to work.”

25

CHARLIE

Itook an extra-long shower. My body was coated in sweat, come, and feelings for Mitch that went well beyond flirting and blow jobs. That kiss we shared blew the roof and doors off my mind, but it was done in the name of lust.

I could do lust. I could do flirting. But I was no good at what came next. I wasn’t the guy you went to for anything deep.

Mitch saw this as fun, a forbidden fling.

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