Page 62 of The Bro Date
Shane stands frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes wide and unblinking.
“Y-you’re home early,” I stammer, fumbling with the dildo before successfully hiding it behind my back.
“I am.” Shane is so tense that I think he might be shocked back into being straight until he finally speaks. “Have you ever used that thing before?”
The question is curious with a hint of concern, but no judgement in sight. He’s as calm as ever.
“Um. No. I just opened it.” I point to the cardboard box on the ground by my feet. “It was a gift . . .”
Shane growls under his breath, narrowing his eyes and stalking toward me.
“From Tate!” I add quickly before he gets the wrong idea and thinks it’s from someone else.
“How do you use that alone without hurting yourself?” The concern on his face is both hot and mortifying, and for some reason, the slight embarrassment makes me even hornier.
“Do you really want the details?” I ask, not sure he’s ready for the logistics of gay sex. Not that I’ve had any experience either.
Shane nods, lust gleaming in his dark stare and melting my last remaining defenses.
“Lots of lube and stretching first,” I inform him. Heat radiating from my entire body.
“Stretching?” he asks, the open curiosity in his question makes my cock thicken in my shorts, and I know he can see it.
“Y-yeah. With my fingers.”
I can see the moment it clicks for him. That I’m talking about stretching my hole with my fingers. His gaze turns feral, his nostrils flaring like a predator ready to ravish his prey.And that prey is me.
“Show me,” he demands.
“W-what?”
He can’t possibly mean what I think he means.
“I want to see. Want to watch.”
Fire erupts in my cheeks, but I need to clarify. “You . . . you want to watch me finger myself?”
Shane nods, his dark eyes swirling with a carnal sort of hunger. He sits in the desk chair, wheeling it over to get a front row view of the action.
“I-I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
Shane places a hand on top of my shaky one, steadying me. “Neither have I, Tobes. It’s okay. Just do what feels right. Forget I’m even watching,” he whispers encouragingly, opening the bottle of lube and setting it on the nightstand.
“How should I do it?” I ask vulnerably, knowing he’s going to be watching the first time I ever try this.
Shane thinks for a moment. “Lie on your back and bend your knees up toward your chest.”
I strip down and do as instructed, completely exposing myself to Shane in a way I never have before. It’s thrilling and hot and a little scary, too.
He rubs my shin reassuringly. “You’re doing great. You look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs, making me gasp when he squeezes lube over my hole, dribbling the cool liquid down my crease. “Touch yourself, baby. I wanna see you stretch that hole.”
I whimper at his dirty talk, hesitantly reaching between my legs and gently circling my opening. I tense up, unfamiliar with the sensation.
“Just relax,” Shane encourages, squirting more lube on my wandering fingers.
I press against my hole, and a single finger slips in easily. Grunting at the odd intrusion, I probably make a really unattractive face.
“So hot,” Shane whispers breathlessly, and the pure reverence in his voice is the only thing spurring me on.
