My dick jumps in my hand and leaks profusely, dripping down the side of my cock and settling on my balls. I reach down and roll them in my palm, my hips thrusting up over and over until I feel myself cresting that inevitable peak.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan and feel my cock pulse. A stream of cum shoots from my dick and lands on my hand and stomach. It’s endless, just jolts and shocks of pleasure flowing through me. And when I finally come down from it, I glance at Coop and see him, his hand down his sweatpants, moving back and forth. His forehead is on the doorjamb, his legs shaking.
And with a grunt, he comes, his whole body trembling with the force of it.
When it’s over, we both stare at each other, our cum cooling on our bodies and neither of us saying a word. Which is eerie for Coop. He usually doesn’t stop flapping his mouth.
“I’m gonna go,” I say, standing up and using the lace panties to wipe up my mess. I walk buck naked to the door leading out to the hall and stop to hand him the lingerie.
He takes it from me and clutches it to his chest.
“Fine. Movie in ten?” he asks, and I nod.
Yeah, that sounds…fine. We can just pretend that gay thing never happened.
That I wasn’t grinding up against him, or that I jacked off to the mere thought of him.
I feel better already.
Mostly.
My hand lands on my sore neck and I realize that I’m going to have a reminder of what we did etched into my skin for a while now.
Seems it won’t be as easy to forget as I’d like.
I end up in my bathroom, my hands under the cool water running from the faucet. Splashing my face, I suck in a gulp of air.
What the hell is happening to me? I would never have done this a year ago. Hell, even a month ago, being with another man wasn’t on my radar. And yet, there I was, beneath Coop, grinding my hips up into him, trying to find relief.
He’s bewitched me or something. He has enough money, he absolutely could afford some kind of potion from an actual witch. I bet he even knows a few people who’d whip something up.
I stare at myself in the mirror and sigh, reaching for the towel and drying my hands. I don’t even look like myself. I’m flushed, wild.
Goddamn it. I need some fucking advice.
With uneven strides, I walk into the bedroom and reach for my phone that’s lying on the end table, dialing my brother Max. He’ll understand. He’s gone through the same thing. He was never with another man until Beau. He has to have some advice for me.
As the phone rings, I realize that I haven’t really seen him since their wedding. I should invite them over, plan something so we can catch up. But then again, they’ve probably been enjoying their honeymoon period in solitude.
“Hey, Matt,” he says, a rustling in the background. “God, sorry. Doggo. No. No, do not do that… Sorry, the dog is trying to bury my shoe. Beau! Can you grab that? It’s my work shoe.”
He sighs loudly. “Sorry, I can’t with this dog sometimes.”
I let out a small laugh. “No problem. I should have messaged and asked if you were free.”
“I am. Sort of. Beau and I were just about to head out to dinner.” He pauses and then his voice lowers. “Is it urgent? I can totally cancel.”
“Hell no. Do not cancel. This isn’t important at all,” I lie. It is. I’m in dire need of some advice, but I don’t want to ruin their romantic outing.
“Okay, well I’d love to meet up sometime. Preferably without Mitch.”
“Agreed,” I say, even though my heart twinges at that. He’d never admit it, but he feels left out. I would if I were him. “Maybe we can have you over sometime soon?”
“We?” Max asks with a huff of laughter. “Yeah, I keep forgetting you’re married to Coop. It’s almost surreal.”
He can say that again.
“Anyways, I’ll let you go. Have fun tonight.”