Page 44 of The Marriage Policy

“Closer.”

I move one step.

“Closer.”

“Are you going to blow me or what?”

His pupils expand. “We can try that sometime too!”

“Jesus, Eric. How are you not freaking out about this?” It doesn’t make any sense. Shouldn’t he be having some bi fear or something?

“Do you know me?”

Well, he’s right about that. He’s so go-with-the-flow, doesn’t stress too much about anything, and expects everything to always work out.

I take one last step toward him, and then before I can think about it too much, I rip my shorts and underwear down my legs. My dick springs out ready to party.

“I…damn… I think it’s a nice cock, D.”

“You think?”

He looks up at me and grins. “This is my first time, remember? I’ve caught sight of it before, but I didn’t get to really look, ya know? I think you’re longer than me.”

I roll my eyes. “Not by much, and you’re thicker.”

“You manscape more than me.”

“I’m a twenty-eight-year-old gay guy.”

“Is that a rule?”

I chuckle. “I was kidding.”

“Can I touch it?” he asks, his voice softer.

My heart races out of my chest, and I fear I’ll hyperventilate. My best friend, the one I always thought was straight, is asking to touch my dick. This situation is so fucking wild. “Um…yeah. Of course.” I take a smaller step closer. I’m basically right between his spread thighs.

Eric’s arm moves slowly as he lifts it, then so softly, so tentatively, he wraps a warm hand around my shaft. I hiss in response, and he jerks his hand away.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing. I just…nothing. Got excited, I guess. You can do it again.”

There’s not as much hesitance this time when he touches me, when he gives me a slow, dry stroke. “Huh…feels like my dick.”

“Geez, I’m dying over here, and you’re all nonchalant about it.”

He snickers. “Sorry. I meant that in a good way. It’s not like, weird, to be touching a dick. At least yours. Not sure if that’s because it’s you or not.” Lust shoots through me, and his gaze snaps up to mine. “I felt that. Your dick twitched. You liked what I said.”

“You’re touching my cock and said you like it, so of course it did.”

Eric moves his hand up and down my shaft some more. I’m dying for lube, but I don’t want to break the moment. I just want to let him do his thing.

His other arm rises, and he cups my balls.

“You have big nuts. Do you shoot big loads? I bet you do. Mine are fucking huge.”

My thighs tighten, and I drop my head back. Is he trying to kill me? I really think he might be.How was my day? Oh, my best friend was just asking about the size of my load.

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