Just a Bit Gay (Straight Guys 9)

Tyler beamed. “You love me.”

“I don’t know why,” Nick said with a laugh. “Fine. We’ll do it. But just once. And only if you promise not have a gay freak-out.”

“Why would I have a gay freak-out? It’s you. It won’t be gay. You know I’m not gay.”

“Yes, Ty, I know,” Nick said, and it sounded as though he was rolling his eyes.

Tyler pouted. Nick never took him seriously! “So when are you coming over?”

There was silence for a short while.

“You want to do it now?” Nick said at last.

“Sure, why not?”

Chapter 5

“Okay, this is awkward,” Tyler said.

“Shut it, it was your brilliant idea.”

Tyler glared at Nick, but it probably didn’t look particularly intimidating considering that he was naked—that they both were naked.

He’d seen Nick naked before, of course. But somehow, this was different. He eyed Nick warily: his ripped torso, wide shoulders and strong arms. “This is so weird, man.”

Nick let out a laugh, getting into the bed. “I’m surprised you get laid at all.”

Tyler licked his dry lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure birds and gay blokes totally dig that, but all that muscle and lack of boobs are kind of weirding me out.”

“But it’s not the boobs that you want, right?” Nick said, very dryly.

Tyler laughed, his gaze flicking down to Nick’s cock. “Not at the moment,” he said, licking his lips again. He didn’t know how Nick’s cock could look so damn appealing when the rest of him did nothing for Tyler. Was it weird? It was probably weird. But he bloody loved looking at Nick’s cock. It actually turned him on: how thick and pretty it looked, even though it wasn’t fully hard yet.

“Make it hard,” Tyler said.

Nick sighed exasperatedly, but he looked amused rather than annoyed as he took his cock into his hand and started stroking it, his large fingers handling his cock with ease and confidence. Tyler tore his gaze from the rapidly hardening cock to glance at Nick’s face. It was relaxed, Nick’s gray eyes half-lidded as they roamed Tyler’s body, lingering on his muscular, shapely thighs. A tiny bit relieved that Nick clearly didn’t find him repulsive despite his continued claims that Tyler wasn’t his type, Tyler looked back at Nick’s cock and spread his thighs a little. His hole kind of clenched in anticipation.

“Come on, it’s hard enough,” Tyler said. “I already did the prep.”

Nick raised his eyebrows a little. “You want me to just stick it in?”

“Isn’t that the point?”

A few emotions flickered across Nick’s face. “I’ve never fucked anyone without as much as a kiss.”

Tyler wrinkled his forehead. “You want to kiss me? No way, that would be too weird.”

Nick laughed. “You’re right: I’d better stick my cock in you. Kissing would be too gay.”

Tyler pouted. “Quit making fun of me. You always make fun of me.”

Nick smiled at him and, leaning over, pecked him on the forehead. “Because you’re so ridiculous. Daft and ridiculous.”

“Hey!” Tyler pulled him into a headlock and they wrestled for a few minutes, laughing.

Finally, they ended up with Nick on top of him, his arms pinning down Tyler’s. “You’ll never win against me, dummy,” Nick said, grinning obnoxiously. “I have four brothers. I’m basically a pro at this.”

Tyler glared up at him. “You suck. Get off me, you prat!”

Nick smirked a little. “I thought you wanted me to get in you?”

Tyler wished he could flip him off. But he kind of really wanted to get fucked, so…

“Fine,” Tyler said, spreading his legs. “Put it in.”

Nick gave him a weird look. “Like this? Face to face?”

Confused, Tyler frowned. “Is the angle bad for ass-fucking or something?”

“No,” Nick said after a moment. “We can make it work.”

“Then do it already,” Tyler said impatiently. He hadn’t lost his erection while they wrestled and neither had Nick. They were good to go.

Nick sighed, reaching for the condom and putting it on with one hand. He lubed up his cock and glanced between Tyler’s legs. “You sure you don’t want me to prep you?”

“I told you I did it already,” Tyler said, spreading his thighs wider. “Come on.”

Nick didn’t look convinced, but he put a hand on Tyler’s hip, lined up, and finally pushed in.

Tyler squeezed his eyes shut as the thick length—a cock—filled him up slowly. Fuck. Fucking hell. This felt…

“All right?” Nick said as he bottomed out.

“Yeah,” Tyler said breathlessly, squeezing around the cock in him. Shit, he’d never been so full. Even his biggest dildo had nothing on Nick’s cock. But it didn’t hurt. Unlike his dildos, the thing inside him was made of flesh and blood, so it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as his sex toys. He just felt wonderfully full, the nerve endings in his asshole tingling pleasantly.

“Fuck me,” Tyler said, trying not to moan from the feeling. “I like it hard.”

Nick made a strange, strangled sort of noise, pulled out, and then slammed inside him, stabbing his prostate.