Page 54 of The Bro Pact
He goes down for more, but it’s too dark in the RV.
I need to see him.
Leaning to the side carefully, I reach for the bedside lamp while Ren continues to slobber on my cock with abandon.
I switch it on, illuminating my best friend as he bobs on my cock.
Holy shit.
I grit my teeth. It’s almost too much. Too overwhelming.
Euphoria washes over me, flooding my brain with waves of dopamine.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn, giving him as much time as possible to pull off, but he doesn’t.
He sucks me with even more force, stroking me harder, and I have no choice but to let go, allowing my body to pump load after load into his willing mouth.
“Shit, Ren,” I grunt while he continues leisurely sucking on me long after I’m finished. “That was the best fucking dare ever.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
KYLE
I’m not sure how many days we’ve been in Moab, they’ve all started to blur together in a haze of sucking and stroking and coming.
We haven’t gone further than Ren’s bro-jobs, as he likes to call them, but we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other ever since that night we had our first kiss and played drunken truth or dare.
Straight guys donotfeel this way about their best friends, and they certainly don’t let them do such things to their dicks.
But when I look at Ren, he seems so confident and carefree about it all, and there’s no denying that it feels good. The best orgasms I’ve ever had.
Ren makes me feel like what we’re doing is okay, so I push away any lingering uncertainty and decide to just enjoy the moment and enjoy the best trip of our lives.
He crawls up my body, kissing me sweetly before sweeping his tongue into my mouth and forcing me to taste myself. My cock chubs up again, even though I just came explosively.
“So, I was thinking we should probably get back on the road,” Ren says, smiling up at me as he settles on my chest with his hands tucked under his chin.
I know he can feel my length growing, pressing into his stomach.
“Where to?” I ask, continuing to take a back seat to his plans and just go with the flow. Ren’s flow.
“Horseshoe Bend and then the Grand Canyon,” he whispers, and a slow smile curls both of our lips. I begged my parents to take us there the summer after we learned about it in third grade geography.
“Bro, no way!”
Neither of us have ever seen it in person, and I can’t wait.
“I know, man! This is gonna be epic. It’ll take about five hours to get to Horseshoe Bend, but if we leave now, we’ll be there by early afternoon to choose our campsite and hopefully get some hiking or biking in.”
Despite his excitement over our next destination, Ren lets out a loud yawn.
“I’ll make a pot of coffee before we take off,” I murmur, absentmindedly running my fingers through his thick locks.
Being the only one who drives can’t be easy, but I’m just not comfortable with this big thing, and Ren knows it. He respects my boundaries and doesn’t push.
“Mmm,” he purrs, closing his eyes and leaning into my touch as I continue combing my fingers through his hair.
I love it when he wears it loose.
