He lets go at once. “Oh, fuck! Sorry!”
I take hold of his hand and put it right the fuck back where it was. “I’m not.”
10
Skylar parts his lips and holds his breath.
He clearly doesn’t know what to think.
I’m still holding his hand—which is now back to (almost) gripping my dick. “It’s alright, Sky.”
“How … How did my hand …?”
“You went to sleep. And you obviously started dreaming about stroking my big, juicy dick …”
He narrows his eyes. “That’s not what happened.”
“And if I’m being honest here, I was enjoying it a little bit. I almost didn’t wake you up.”
He stares at me.
Now he isn’t sure how to react at all.
Here it goes. “Skylar, I read your … confession in the book. Just now. Minutes ago.”
He averts his eyes at once. They settle on our still-joined hands, right on top of my still-hard dick.
“I didn’t realize we … felt the same way about each other,” I tell him.
I realize that’s an oddly hilarious thing to say with both our hands on my cock right now.
But I steamroll on. “I feel so stupid now, like I should have known. Or I should have been more brave and … said something. I’m sorry I left.”
“Me, too.” Skylar meets my gaze. “But I’m glad you’re here now. And … I’m glad you felt brave enough to come out to my sister like you did.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And …” He tries on a smile. “And … to me. Finally.”
My eyes drop to his lips.
I don’t think as I lean forward and at long, long last put my lips on Skylar’s.
He closes his eyes.
Neither of us move as our lips connect. They feel exactly as I had always dreamed they would. Inviting. Firm. Supple.
I taste a hint of tonight’s alcohol on them.
I taste a lot of Skylar.
I know without a doubt that no guy I’ve kissed since leaving that fraternity has measured up to this seemingly inconsequential meeting of lips.
Chasing a very sudden impulse, I roll toward him and reach down to grip his waist, pulling his body against mine. Skylar gives in at once, kissing me even deeper as we embrace, our hips colliding.
My hand slides over the smooth material of his boxer-briefs, cupping his plump ass, which I firmly squeeze and pull even tighter against me.
Skylar moans against my face. Our kiss grows even more intense.
I’ve wanted him so long that already my cock is aching and desperate for release. It’s like a five-year-long orgasm I’ve never let myself experience. The longest cock-tease known to humankind.
Before I know it, I’m on top of him, and my lips have left the home base of his. He breathes in jagged, desperate puffs as I explore his neck with my lips, then yank up his shirt in an instant to kiss a path down his chest. My mouth finds a nipple, and with my tongue, I tease it until it pebbles. He sighs with pleasure as my hands drag down his body, cling to the waistband of his boxer-briefs, then tug downward, letting out his cock.
I make the pleasant discovery that my buddy Skylar is as hard as I am.
I peer up at his face and catch him staring back down at me, as if curious what I think about how throbbing and hard he is.
I give him one curly-lipped, mischievous smirk of approval, then wrap my lips around his cock and slowly swallow it all down.
Skylar sucks in air and instinctively grabs my head, as if to stop me. But as my warm tongue slides down his dick to the base, and my mouth swallows him whole, there is no protest that exists in him at all. He moans with unintelligible pleasure, and the fingers now caught in my hair seem to be coaxing me to keep doing what I’m doing.
And I do. I work his cock for as long as he lets me, tirelessly stroking him with my lips and tongue until I feel him tensing with an impending release.
“Brett, I’m so fucking close …”
I come off his dick and let my hands graze its slippery length. “Not yet, buddy.”
He groans and lifts his head up to look at me. I see the horny desperation in his eyes.
I’ve had many men on their backs on my bed, just like Skylar is right now. I’ve had my mouth on a lot of cocks of all shapes and sizes—and I know that makes me sound a certain way. I’ve had my fun over the years, some satisfying, some empty.
But in this moment with Skylar, I feel unlike any of those other times. My heart is ignited. My fingertips on his skin feel electric. My very soul feels connected to every little movement of our bodies as we enjoy each other.
I find myself climbing right back up his body, putting my face in front of his. When our eyes are connected, I feel like nothing can pull us apart.