Just a Bit Gay (Straight Guys 9)

Tyler watched breathlessly as Nick lubed up his hard cock. He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop staring hungrily at Nick’s strong, big fingers stroking that fat, red cock. Fuck, maybe he was a cock slut. Nothing had ever turned him on more than that cock.

Nick got in the bed.

Tyler shivered as Nick’s muscular body covered his own.

Nick’s face was looming above him as he stared down at Tyler.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Nick stated. “And if you want my cock, you will kiss me back.”

Tyler’s heart sped up. “What are you playing at? Stop—stop that!”

Something shifted in Nick’s eyes, a flicker of something that could have been remorse but wasn’t.

“Is it too gay for you?” Nick said, his lips twisting. “Then get out of the bed.”

Tyler glared, but he didn’t move. Despite the panicky feeling in his gut that insisted that this was wrong—he had a naked, aroused man on top of him who was going to kiss him—Tyler couldn’t move, his cock painfully hard against Nick’s hip.

He looked from Nick’s inscrutable, hard eyes to his lips, and swallowed.

Nick’s mouth was getting closer and closer until their lips were a breath apart, Nick’s naked body crushing him. Nick had always been so careful to keep a certain distance from him, careful not to freak him out during sex. Now he was doing the opposite—it almost seemed as though he wanted to freak Tyler out, wanted to overwhelm him.

Nick’s tongue darted out and licked Tyler’s bottom lip.

Tyler gasped, his heart hammering in his chest, his whole body tense.

Nick’s tongue slipped inside his mouth, his teeth grazing against Tyler’s lip, his stubble scratching his chin. Tyler shuddered, a whine rising in his throat. Nick took his chin in one hand and kissed him hard and deep, his tongue exploring Tyler’s mouth, so damn confident and forceful it quickly overwhelmed Tyler. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like how emasculated the kiss made him feel, as though he were some kind of girl—a virgin girl—who’d never kissed anyone. He didn’t know what to do with his mouth, how he was supposed to move his lips. He could only part his lips and let Nick do whatever he wanted, small sounds slipping out of his mouth involuntarily. He didn’t like it. It was too intense and strange, Nick’s stubble making it glaringly obvious that he was being kissed by a man.

But it felt like his body was melting, his knees going weak and his limbs boneless. It was a good thing he was lying down; he wouldn’t be able to stand. His head was spinning. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, overwhelmed by the force of the kiss. He—he hated it.

Tyler whined when the kiss ended, feeling weird, hungry, and confused. He gripped Nick’s wide shoulders, needing—

Nick’s mouth moved down his neck, sucking hickeys into his skin. His tongue licked Tyler’s nipple and Tyler whined, long and embarrassingly high.

Nick gave a hoarse chuckle. “Want me to suck on your tits?”

Tyler moaned, so turned on he couldn’t even get properly offended by the shit Nick was saying.

“Say it,” Nick said, flicking his tongue over Tyler’s sensitive nipple, the touch maddening. It wasn’t enough.

“Suck on my tits,” Tyler said, too aroused to be embarrassed.

Nick’s mouth closed around his nipple and sucked.

Tyler arched off the bed, an inhuman sound leaving his throat. “Oh yeah, fuck—more,” he demanded breathlessly.

Nick obliged, sucking gently on his tit—his nipple, dammit—his hand kneading the other.

“You ready for my cock, sweetheart?” Nick said, his voice sounding nothing like his normal one. He sucked hard on the other nipple. “Are you nice and wet for me?”

“I’m going to punch you for this shit later,” Tyler said weakly, grinding his crotch against Nick’s stomach. He was so fucking hard. “Get in me, you prick.”

Nick removed his mouth from his chest, releasing his aching nipple, and moved up until his hips were between Tyler’s spread thighs. Nick’s glazed eyes looked from Tyler’s erection to his face.

“You don’t look very offended to me,” he said, pressing the tip of his cock against Tyler’s hole, teasing him. “I don’t know why you would be offended, anyway.” Nick’s voice was light, but there was a nasty edge to it. “If you aren’t a homo but want a cock in you, that makes you a woman, doesn’t it? It’s only logical.”

Tyler didn’t know what to say to that. He could only stare at Nick dazedly, gasping a little every time Nick’s cock bumped against his sensitive hole. “You’re being a right asshole,” he managed.

“No,” Nick said, spreading Tyler’s thighs wider and pressing his cock in. “I’m just done coming up with excuses for your shit.”

Tyler’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Nick’s cock finally filled him up. Although he’d prepped himself and he’d been using sex toys, it had been weeks since he’d had something as big as Nick in him. Goddammit, he missed this, this feeling. He even liked the way his thighs were stretched, spread wide to accommodate Nick’s hips between them; weirdly, it just turned him on more. He felt slutty and helpless and he loved that.