Page 38 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

He grunts and nods again. “S’good.”

“Yeah? Because I don’t want it to be good. I want to make you shoot so hard you get cum in your beard again.”

He laughs and the sound makes his inner muscles clench tight around my fingers.

“You want to kind of…” He holds up his hand and shows me a slight curve with two fingers. I copy him, and my fingertips find a nub. As soon as I brush against it, Beau’s hips jerk and his cock dribbles a long, sticky string of precum onto his belly. “Yeah, right there,” he gasps.

I do it again, copying the rhythm he had before, rocking my fingers in and out and stroking that spot with every thrust. I lean over him again, needing to feel more of him against me. Our mouths find their way back to each other instantly and Beau wraps his hand tentatively around my cock. I moan into his mouth, and he answers with a horny, muffled sound around my tongue.

His hands are bigger than mine, engulfing my cock loosely.

“Don’t be shy,” I coax, grinning against his lips. “I’ve seen how you handle your big cock, Bozy.”

I thrust my fingers inside him a little faster and he moans, tightening his grip around my shaft like he really means it this time and starting to stroke.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I gasp, rocking my hips into his fist, the heat in my gut building rapidly now with his hands on me and his ass clenching around my fingers. “You’re so good, Beau. Fuck, tell me you like it too.”

“I like it.” He answers without hesitation, stroking himself now too, working our cocks in the same frantic rhythm as our mouths slide against each other and I fill him over and over again with my fingers. “I really fucking like it, Trav. You’re so good at that. You’re… fuck… you’re gonna make me come.”

A hot shiver runs through my body and around the base of my cock.

“Yeah, baby, come for me. I want to hear you moan. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how hot you sound when you get off since the first time I walked in on you.”

Beau shouts, stroking us both faster. Our mouths crash together again in deep, tongue-heavy kisses that leave us panting into each other’s mouths, swallowing each other’s gasping, desperate sounds, both of us jerking our hips mindlessly, chasing our building orgasms. His hole clenches tighter around my fingers again as his body goes rigid underneath me, then it starts to pulse with rhythmic clenches.

“Fuuuuuck,” Beau groans into my mouth, his cum spurting up like a fountain between us. Ropes of it splatter across my chest and his, pumping out of him like a goddamn firehose.

The feeling of him falling apart underneath me, falling apart because of me… I couldn’t hold myself back if I wanted to. And why would I? I follow him over the edge with a dizzying moan of my own, fucking into the grip of his fist, spilling my release onto his thigh and belly as our kiss turns into nothing more than clumsy bumping mouths and heavy, shared breaths until I finally collapse on top of him.

“I came so hard my ears are ringing,” he says breathlessly.

“Hell yeah, you did,” I gloat, slowly becoming aware of the fact that we’re both sticky with cum and sweat and that the horny rugby movie is still paused on the TV. “Do you… uh… want to stay here tonight?”

Is that too much? I have no idea where Beau is at with any of this or how he feels about it, but the thought of having to sleep across the hall from each other in completely different apartments after he made me come harder than I ever have in my life just feels wrong.

“Do you mind if I go home and shower real quick, then come back?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Good call.” I laugh too, slowly peeling myself off of him. “You’ll come back though?”

If it was anyone but Beau, I might hate how needy and vulnerable I sound right now, but there aren’t any walls between us, there never have been. I can let him see me feeling raw after we just hooked up, and he doesn’t try to hide the sweet smile that stretches over his face or the blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Yeah, Trav, I’ll come back,” he promises, then he leans over and brushes a soft kiss to my lips. There’s no heat to it this time, but it makes my stomach flutter all the same.

“Okay,” I murmur.

“Okay,” he echoes, and I’m not sure exactly what we just agreed to, but it feels like more than just sleeping arrangements. Hopefully we can figure it out in the morning when our brains aren’t quite so scrambled from the super not-straight orgasms we just gave each other.

NINETEEN

BEAU

I wake up wrapped around Travis. I’m barely coherent when last night’s events rush back and my cock swells with interest, finding a home against the soft curve of my best friend’s ass. A million thoughts swirl around my head, from my newfound sexuality to what this means with Trav. Are we, like, a thing now? Does he want that? Do I?

Something new and exciting switched in my brain last night. Kissing him, touching him… My body heats as the memory of his cock throbbing in my grasp returns. Fuck, that was sexy. It wasn’t weird or foreign at all. It was like finding a secret treasure or some shit.

I guess it’s dumb to think I’m straight anymore. I’m obviously not, but the bigger question is whether I’ve always been into dudes and never noticed it somehow. Or is there something about Travis that brought it to the surface? I mean, sure, he’s my best friend and we’ve always been close. We cuddle, sleep together, spend all of our time together. That’s just best friend shit though. Isn’t it?

As that question bounces around my head, I consider how I feel about it. Do I care that I’m queer? Does it bother me that I really want to slip my hand inside Trav’s briefs and rub his dick again? Is it weird to me that I want to do more than that?