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“That bitch is annoying, but the girls are getting somewhere productive,” he says while he shuts the heavy door behind him. We’re all alone now.

My dick jumps in excitement at the thought. I think we’ve both made it pretty clear how we feel toward the other. But we’ve never really explored further than sharing some fucking hot open-mouthed kisses. Would he want a relationship like that with me? Or is this something we only share while Billie’s present?

“You don’t mind if I chill with ya, do you?” he asks.

“Nah, dude, not at all.” I move over on the bed as he gets on next to me. It’s a small bed and we’re big dudes, so our entire sides are touching—no pinky-lock this time. And my dick jumps again, begging for some attention that doesn’t involve my own hand.

I look over and find that his eyes are closed, and his arms are stiff at his sides. Then his left hand crawls its fingers up my hip and straight for the chubby in my fucking pants. I hold my breath so I don’t make a sound when he grabs me through the material, but I want to let out a long, breathy moan to tell him how much I like this.

When he opens his eyes, I shut mine and pretend like I’m sleeping. I know it’s fucking ridiculous, but I can’t exactly look my best friend in the eyes when he’s touching my dick, ya know? It’s something I’m still working on.

He strokes me through my pants, a perfect rhythm that gets my hips going to match him. When I peel my eyes open, he’s watching me with a brazen promise as his tongue comes out and follows his plump bottom lip.

I’m breathless, my mouth parting as I hold his gaze.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Zeke,” he says just as breathlessly as me.

My head shakes because I want this, but my tongue is too shy to speak. I’m throbbing, though, silently begging him to just pull it out already.

Moving his hand from the mold of my cock, he pushes my shirt up and trails his fingertips along the top of my jeans.

“Fuck,” I sigh out, intently watching his hand as it moves toward the button of my pants.

My heart pounds when I think he’s about to finally undo them, but he’s a fucking tease and crawls his fingers away.

His deep, rumbling laugh does something to me, and I know that if I don’t act to push this along, I never will. Hell, he might not either. As I reach down to undo the button and fly, Christian takes that as his green light and does it for me.

My dick falls out, landing heavily on my lower stomach with a slap as he yanks my pants down to my ankles. I don’t move a muscle, staring up as my best friend stares down at my dick like it’s the best damn thing he’s ever laid his eyes on—and he fucking wants it.

Gripping me with his fist, he holds it up and stares me in the eyes as he leans down, licking the tip.Shit!I’ve had quite a few mouths on this thing, but never a guy’s—never Christian’s.

He gives me a wicked grin and asks, “Fuck, I love how huge you are. You okay with this?”

My heart sinks again. “Y-yeah. Are you not?”

His eyes drop to my dick before he takes me into his mouth, giving me his answer. It fucking pulsates as he slobbers the hell out of it. I pull my hands from behind my head, taking my tee shirt with it. There’s no way I’m letting anything come between the feeling of Christian’s mouth and hands all over me. His eyes slide up my bare chest before they close and he gags.

“Jesus, dude—how does Billie do this?” Christian asks, staring at my dick like it’s a beast.

Yeah, I should probably have an award for this thing, but I don’t. “I’m sure she can teach you a thing or two.” Damn, my voice sounds like I swallowed a cup of sand.

He laughs. “It wouldn’t be the first dick I’ve had in my mouth, bro…” His smile drops when his eyes swim with memories of what I assume this fucked up society has made him do for them. “But it’s definitely the biggest. What do you feed this thing?”

I don’t have time to say a thing when he takes over half of me into his wet, hot mouth. His tongue swirls around me, and a slick warmth erupts behind the path of his tongue. Our eyes are glued as he bobs up and down, demanding more of me.

Heat fills my cheeks when I think about how forbidden this is. I’m not gay—he’s my best friend—we’re bros, but fuck all of that if it means I can have him this way. My hands fist the blanket beneath me, my heart pounds, and all I can think about is how good his mouth feels wrapped around me.

“How the fuck did you get so good at this?” I ask just above a whisper, upward thrusting into his mouth. The wet sloshing sound of my dick in the back of his throat makes my toes curl in the best fucking way.

“Eeshy,” he says with a mouth full of my dick before he pops it free to look up at me—his lips swollen and wet. “I’m sucking your dick like I like mine sucked.”

That actually makes sense, and I don’t dare ask him about his past or what he might have done to a man—or men—in our world.

He takes me back into his mouth as far as he can, hitting the back of his throat. But instead of pulling back like I think he’s going to, he uses his lips to inch himself further. Then he halts for a moment before his lips inch some more. Holy fuck, he’s going to take all of me, isn’t he?

I slip my hand into his dirty blonde hair and help him down, groaning when his nose presses tight against my stomach. He moans around my girth and I hold him there, enjoying how the head of my cock pulsates. I’m surprised he’s not choking on me or gagging at all like before.

And when he finally pulls back, he does so really slowly, leaving a sloppy trail of his spit behind.

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