Page 61 of The Bro Date
Toby moans and groans, squirming too much. I reach up and press a palm to his belly, stilling him. My tongue dances south, firmly pressing against his taint and making him cry out.
“Shane!I’m gonna come!”
Before he does, I quickly swallow his cockhead once again, desperately wanting to taste him. Toby moans loudly while he unloads inside my mouth, and I can only hope our roommates didn’t come home during this, because we never turned the music on. I swallow every last drop, wiping the corner of my mouth before plopping onto the bed next to him.
“That was fucking incredible. Let me return the favor,” Toby says with a dopey smile and half-lidded eyes.
He looks sleepy, and we both have class early in the morning. “Don’t worry about it, Tobes. You need to get some rest.”
“You can jerk off on me,” he offers with a yawn and a stretch, his naked, lean body on full display.
My cock pulses in my sweatpants. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Come wherever you want,” he offers breathlessly, bending his arms and threading his fingers behind his head.
I climb to my knees, slipping my sweats and boxers down far enough to pull my cock out. I start to stroke myself slowly, wanting to enjoy the sexy sight in front of me. “Your body is perfect,” I murmur, picking up the pace as his cock starts to thicken once again. I watch it grow before my eyes, and he makes it twitch on purpose, smirking at me with a single dimple. “Gonna paint you with my cum,” I grunt, dipping my fingers into my slit and smearing the precum around my sensitive head.
“Fuck. Do it,” Toby whimpers, reaching down to stroke himself. “I need to come again.”
Lust shoots through my body, my dirty mind picturing something I saw during myresearch. “Wanna try something?” I ask somewhat hesitantly. This will take things a step further than we’ve gone so far.
“Yes,” he breathes out. “I’ll try anything with you, Shane.Anything.”
I slip my sweatpants all the way off and pull my T-shirt over my head, dropping them to the floor. Standing before Toby completely naked, I feel a little vulnerable and a hell of a lot turned on. Crawling on top of him, I settle between his open thighs and our cocks brush, making both of us gasp.
“Oh my God,” he cries when I slot our cocks together and grip them in my hand, rubbing and stroking them as we start to move against each other. “Not gonna last long,” Toby pants. “Feels too good.”
“Me neither,” I confess, continuing to stroke us together as one. The feel of his soft, warm skin against mine is indescribable. I lean down and kiss his lips, sweeping my tongue into his mouth while he moans. Toby wraps his legs around my waist, digging his heels into my ass as we both grind into my fist.
Is this what it would feel like to fuck him?
Chest to chest. Skin to skin.
God, I want that.
I want to own him.
The primal thoughts hit me out of nowhere, and I combust, my cock erupting against Toby’s and triggering his release. He cries out and bites down on the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, likely leaving a mark. Our cum mixes together in my hand, creating a sticky mess that has my cock staying at half-mast.
I climb off of him, careful not to drip on the sheets. I grab my T-shirt from the floor and wipe up quickly. “Be right back,” I murmur, slipping my loose sweats on and rushing down the hall for a warm, wet washcloth. I return to the bedroom and clean him up as he drifts off to sleep. Brushing the curls off his forehead, I give him a tender kiss before crawling into bed behind him and pulling him to my chest. It doesn’t take long to fall asleep with the reassuring comfort of Toby wrapped in my arms.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
TOBY
Istare at the flesh-colored, silicone dildo in my hands, Tate’s wise words echoing in my head.
Be ready for him.
Shane’s and my relationship has been steadily progressing, and I don’t want to get to the point where I’m not prepared for the next step.
Penetration.
Tate said I need to practice, so that’s what I’m going to do.
Shane’s at work until ten tonight, and I finally mustered up the courage to open the package from Tate that arrived weeks ago. He said I could call him if I had questions, but it’s pretty obvious what I’m supposed to do with this, given the large bottle of lube he sent with it.
As I’m stroking the dildo, feeling the weight of it in my hands and contemplating whether I can take it or not, the door to my bedroom suddenly swings open.
