Page 85 of The Barkeep and the Bro

Our cocks swordfought, each touch another bolt of lightning. Mitch looked down at me with a protective, lust-filled gaze. He was going to tear me apart in the most thoughtful way.

“I saw the bottle of lube inside your bag,” he said between kisses.

“Were you going through my stuff?”

“It was accidental.”

“Sure it was.” I dragged my teeth down his neck, eliciting a deep groan from his chest.

“Since you have it, we might as well use it.” A snarky smile lit up his face. But I wiped it away when I grabbed both of our dicks and gave them a good pump.

“I guess we should.”

He did a double-take. Water streamed into his beard and flecked his dark eyelashes. “Do you want to?”

Did I? I hadn’t consulted with my gay sherpa Amos. But in my heart, I knew I was ready. I knew a moment like this was not one to be wasted. I wanted Mitch to have full control over my body. I trusted him to make it special.

“Yeah, Boss.” I licked my lips. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole. The only part of me left that’s a virgin.”

“You don’t want to be the only guy at the frat house without a sore asshole.”

“For the last time, a fraternity is not a gay orgy!” Inside, my body sizzled at the thought of him making me sore. Yes, please and thank you.

“Fratboy.” He cradled my chin. “I’m going to apologize in advance because I’m going to fuck you so good you’re going to be in agony packing up tomorrow, but I won’t make you regret a second of it.”

Dang, that sounded like the greatest thing on earth. “Bring it the fuck on.”

Mitch pressed me against the shower tiles as he got to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He fluttered his nose against my patch of hair. I gripped the soap holder, but with the way his mouth was maneuvering around my cock, I was bound to rip it off the wall.

“Fuck, Boss. Feels so good,” I muttered out as he rubbed my cock against his lush beard. He slipped a ball into his mouth and sucked, then the other one. Lust fogged my brain and put every muscle on pins and needles. Want burned in my core.

“I’m gonna come,” I squeaked out. He pulled my cock from his mouth.

“Not yet.” With his large, commanding hands, he spun me around. My ribcage crushed into the tiles. My ass was exposed and for the taking.

“Are you getting the lube?” I asked.

“We’re not there yet. Haven’t you frat boys ever heard of foreplay?” Mitch spread my cheeks and licked a stripe down my crack. He chased it with his beard. Prickly hairs danced on my sensitive skin, pouring gallons of gasoline on my raging fire.

He spread my cheeks wider, and hot water and cold air hit my tight hole and trickled down my taint. It was a position I’d never found myself in as a once-straight guy, but I had full trust Mitch would take care of me. He wasn’t here to pump and dump.

He took turns rubbing his tongue and his chin over my opening. I cried out as he pressed his tongue in me, past the tight ring of muscle.

“More,” I begged. He lit up nerves I didn’t know existed.

And more he gave. He pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me wide. But it would be nothing compared to what his cock would do. I leaned into this new sensation, feeling the discomfort, oddness, and pleasure just on the other side. Mitch was as dextrous with my ass as he was behind a bar. His fingers, tongue, and beard combined into the Long Island Iced Tea of salad tossing. Somehow, together they all were absolutely delicious, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, I love when you eat my hole.”

“This is only the beginning.” He spat on it and gave my cheek a hard slap.

I hope his hand left a mark.

He swirled his thumb around my hole, teasing me. I was going to explode if he didn’t stick something larger inside there.

His body overpowered me as he pressed his cock on my hole. I stuck out my ass to give him better leverage, but he didn’t enter. He hovered. The anticipation destroyed me.

“Stop teasing me,” I huffed out, oxygen barely able to stay in my lungs.

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