Page 36 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

I need to focus on the task. Slowly, I breach my hole, and a moan slips past my lips.

“Yessss,” Trav hisses, urging me on.

I play with my hole with one hand and tug on my balls with the other, spreading my legs and planting my heels on the coffee table for support.

The couch dips and I open my eyes just enough to see Trav moving closer to me, sitting sideways to face me, his legs bent right up next to my thigh. His closeness is like some kind of accelerator, and I add a second finger to stretch my hole and tap my prostate.

“Unf,” I moan.

“Does it feel good, Beau?”

“So good.”

“Looks good too.” His warm breath fans across my cheek and I realize he’s shifted even closer.

When I steal a peek again, he’s leaning forward, watching my fingers slide in and out of my hole.

“What does it feel like?”

“You could do it too and find out.”

His cheeks blush a pretty pink as he drags his bottom lip through his teeth. “Yeah, okay.”

I watch in complete awe as he slides his hand deeper between his legs. He spreads them wide, and as I get my first look at his hole, thoughts I never thought I’d have rise up.

It’s pretty. Why is his hole pretty? Is that a normal thought? Is wanting to touch it normal? Holy fuck. Am I weird or just realizing my sexuality isn’t as clear-cut as I always thought it was?

Trav taps his hole a little before pushing the tip of his finger in. I suck in a breath. I’ve never seen anyone finger themselves before and it’s fucking hot.

“Oh fuck,” Trav says, sliding his finger in deeper. His brow creases, and he hisses but he doesn’t pull his finger away.

“Good?”

“It stings and it’s weird but…” He shakes his head. “I want more.”

“Mm-hmm, that’s how it is. Eventually you’ll feel this really sensitive spot inside, and that’s the money, right there.”

Trav nods, but his face contorts as he pushes in deeper.

“You don’t have to do everything today. Build up.”

“Okay,” he says, tickling his rim a little more. “Show me how good it can be. How good you can be.”

My breath catches from his words. Why is it sexy when he talks to me like that, and more importantly, why do I want to be good for him?

“Come on, Beau. Make yourself come for me.”

I nod, closing my eyes again and letting my mind take me where it wants to go, but it doesn’t need any extra stimulation. My best friend, the hottest guy I know, is watching me with my dick in my hand and my fingers up my own ass, and it feels… fucking amazing knowing he wants this as much as I do.

Trav shifts again and rests one hand on my chest. I open my eyes to find him very close, his other on his dick. His fingers are glistening with lube against my chest—the same fingers that were just in his ass. That should gross me out, right? So why do I kind of want to lick them? His lids are heavy, his breath leaving him in rapid puffs, and as our eyes lock, I don’t even flinch as he falls forward and our mouths crash together.

Travis is kissing me.

He licks the seam of my lips and I let him in, moaning as our tongues tangle together.

I’ve never given any thought to what kissing a man would be like, but if I had, it wouldn’t have been this. I would have thought it might be awkward and foreign, but kissing Trav feels like finding myself.

I want to pull him closer, tangle my fingers in his hair, but my hands are occupied and sticky. My rhythm stutters as I lose myself in the kiss and forget all about getting off.