Page 66 of Hot Doggin'
My chest rumbles with silent laughter. “That sounds a lot more interesting than watching reruns of Pimp My Bike.”
“Sure. Whatever. I knew you weren’t ready to hear that shit.”
“You ever try that with anyone else?” My voice dips low, and I think he can hear how much I don’t like that idea.
“No! Never crossed my mind until you.”
“So you want to sit on my dick?” I grin, enjoying the tease.
“Yeah. Though, I’m not sure we’re ready for that just yet. Let me show you what I had in mind.”
I drop my grin, getting serious. “Right after you let me take care of your leg.”
I reach for the lotion I was supposed to grab the first time and squirt some into my palm, warming it up before I touch him. Working the lotion into his irritated skin, I rub soothing circles around the tip of his stump until the skin begins to soften.
“You pushed too hard at the gym, sweating into your sleeve, and probably didn’t change it out in the locker room.” I know him better than he thinks he knows himself. He was probably in a rush to get to the tavern and didn’t take the time to change out his sleeve for a dry one.
“I’ll do better, I promise.”
“Damn right you will. I don’t need this turning into an open sore and getting infected.” Wouldn’t be the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
Touching him like this, while he sits across my lap, massaging him softly, is making my dick hard. It’s not the first time I’ve done this for him, but it’s the first time I’ve let my mind wander, and it’s the first time doing it after discovering he shoves a hot dog up his ass. I can’t stop picturing it. Can’t stop thinking about what he wants to show me next.
The head of my swollen cock peeks out from the band of my underwear, begging for breathing room. Mac reaches for it, tugging my pants down. “Enough with my leg. Take these off.”
He raises up on his good knee so I can slide my pants down my legs. Mac scoots higher up my lap, aligning both of our hard cocks in his hands.
“Just like two hotdogs in one bun.” He closes his fists around our shafts and uses more lotion to smooth his glide.
His grip feels incredible. Warm and tight. Watching our heads poke through the top of his fist is turning me the fuck on.So is the look on Mac’s face. Like he’s concentrating real hard, but I can see the heat burning in his eyes, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth.
Adding my already slick hands to his, I guide him down our shafts, squeezing to make his grip tighter.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “just like that. Massage it like you did my leg.”
Why that turns me on even more, I don’t know. But it does. I buck my hips, trying to thrust harder, faster, but the trick is in increasing the rhythm of our hands. We’re perfectly in sync, chasing the same pleasure, while enjoying the ride together.
“Why did I never know about this? This is insane.”
“Isn’t it?” Mac hisses, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I love being gay with you.”
I try not to laugh because it sounds ridiculous. We’re not gay. More likely bisexual or even pansexual. I don’t know and I don’t really care. It doesn’t matter because the most important thing about finding a label that fits you is so that you can figure out what you’re attracted to, but I don’t have any need for that. I never want anybody besides Mac ever again.
“Should I go faster?”
“Yeah.” He licks his bottom lip and I’m dying to take it and his tongue into my mouth. Fuck it. I lean forward and suck them between my lips. The kiss steals my focus, and I almost forget I’m supposed to speed up my hand.
The heat, the slick glide, and slightly sticky friction work together to bring me to the edge. “Are you there?”
“Yeah,” he practically growls against my lips. “Gonna come.”
I swallow his ragged breaths and groan as the muscles in my stomach contract. My load mixes with his, coating our knuckles. “Mac,” I pant, sealing our mouths together. it takes a moment to catch my breath, while my heart stops racing, and I gaze intohis eyes. “I—” swallowing hard, I continue nervously, “I love you, Mac.”
He rests his forehead against mine and grins. “I love you, too, Bernie.”
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