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But that’s when he spits on his dick and starts to jerk himself off. I stay rooted to the spot, but my dick betrays me, visibly hardening. His eyes drop to my waist, where it’s undeniable.

I summon all my willpower, turn and stagger towards the door.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Carter”. Di Rossi growls. “Not now”.

I reach the door and turn back to face him. We lock eyes. I reach behind my back, and pull the bolt slowly over the latch. We’re locked in. He visibly exhales as a wicked grin spreads across his face. He reads my expression perfectly.

There’s no going back now.

I slowly start to walk towards him, stepping out of my sneakers on the way. His breath catches. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what you asked me to”. I catch up to him, pulling him closer as he continues to pleasure himself. His motion quickens. “How does it feel?” I whisper in his ear.

“Fucking immense”. Beads of sweat work their way down his chest. He’s at full hardness, and he’s big. Just as big as me. “This is all I think about”.

It is? Since when? Has he always –

That’s the problem with screwing your best friend. He knows me just as well as I know myself. There’s nothing in this world I want more than to drag my fingers down that firm, masculine body, and he knows it.

He takes a step forward, the challenge written all over his face. His expression is raw, animalistic even. The way he’s looking at me. Like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat.

And God help me, it’s turning me on.

Parker grabs himself tightly. He’s so fucking arrogant. “How much do you want this?” he demands. He leans over me, his tongue firmly in my ear. “Tell me how you’d like me to do you, Carter”.

Nobody’s ever talked to me like this before. Ever. I don’t buy into that bullshit that in a gay relationship, someone has to take on the submissive role. I’m masculine, and that’s what I’m attracted to as well.

But I’ve never felt like this. Like I want to punch him in the face, ejaculate, and pass out, all at the same time. Is this what he’s like with women? A dominant animal.

I pull him into a kiss for my answer. He takes my lips hungrily, using his free hand to pull me closer. When we break apart, he breathlessly gestures to my gym gear. “Get it off. All of it. Right now”.

I turn my baseball cap slowly to the side, and slowly pull off my vest. I let it slip to the floor next to Parker’s towel, and rub my hands across my abdomen, enjoying the way his eyes widen as I slip my fingers over my taut stomach.

“What?” I ask, mimicking him. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before”.

He doesn’t answer. His finger starts tracing a line from my chest right down my stomach. One. Two. He carries on until he counts to eight. The precum flowing from his dick only makes his strokes more intense. And wetter.

“Don’t stop”, he says hoarsely. “Come on. You’re playing catch up”. I catch sight of myself in the mirror.

I step out of my shorts and toss them on the bench. I make to take off my cap, but Parker stops me. He reaches out and turns it backwards, so the peak rests comfortably against my neck. “Suits you like this”.

Damn. So the fuckboy look does it for him. I’m learning all sort of things about my best friend today. I watch as his eyes greedily take me in. His hunger is evident. His eyes roam my body like it’s the first time that he’s really seen me. All of me.

I reach inside the fly of my boxers, and let out a sharp intake of breath.

Okay, I’m performing a little here, but fuck it. It’s turning us both on. His dick is so hard it looks painful, and I can see from the way he’s loosened his grip that he’s putting a hell of a lot of effort into not busting a nut all over both of us.

When it comes to me, he can’t control himself.

“Touch me”, Parker begs, “Please. You do it just how I need it”.

“Do you trust me?” He nods urgently. I steer him towards the bench. It’s wooden, warm from the steam. He lies down obediently, and I slide my hand up his thigh. “Relax”.

He gasps, startled, as I gently explore him with my fingers. The expression on his face will live with me until the day I die. “Does that feel good?”

“So fucking good”. I keep going, as he surrenders his body to me. Moments pass. It could be hours. His eyes roll open. “Let me touch you”. He licks his lips, actually licks them, before his hand grazes my manhood roughly. He takes me in one, then both hands with a tight grip.

“Is that okay?”

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