Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Tyler cried out, arching off the bed.
Immediately, Nick stopped, looking into his eyes searchingly. “Did I hurt you?”
Tyler glared at him, his face warm. “Do it again!”
Laughing, Nick did it again. And again, and again, and again.
Tyler was only distantly aware that the sounds he was making didn’t even sound human. He was half-growling, half-whining at every thrust of Nick’s cock. He probably looked and sounded ridiculous. He didn’t give a shit. It felt so good; he wouldn’t be able to stop the noises he was making even if his life depended on it. It was just Nick, anyway. Nick had seen him in much more embarrassing situations. Moaning like a slut from having a cock in him was still probably in the Top 3, but whatever.
At some point, Nick put Tyler on his hands and knees and started fucking him doggy style. The position was kind of humiliating—he was being fucked like a goddamn bitch—but weirdly, it just turned him on.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled breathlessly as Nick pounded into him from behind, Nick’s hips hitting the backs of his thighs at every thrust.
“Good?” Nick said, his rhythm becoming maddeningly fast, skin slapping against skin.
“Yeah, yeah, so good, don’t stop,” Tyler begged, moaning into the pillow. “You’re the best, man.”
Nick laughed again and proceeded to fuck Tyler’s brains out.
It didn’t take Tyler long to come, half-sobbing from intense, overwhelming pleasure. His orgasm seemed to last forever, pleasure rolling through his body, one wave after another as he twitched around Nick’s cock. God. Holy fucking shit. He felt so damn good. His prostate orgasms always felt more drawn out and intense than his normal orgasms from cock stimulation, but this was something else. He even kind of liked that Nick was still moving inside him, chasing his own orgasm—although Tyler felt overstimulated and sore, it still felt good in a weird way. Knowing that this was pleasurable to another person made an enormous difference. Tyler didn’t feel ashamed and pathetic after coming as he usually did. He felt wonderful. Even Nick’s groan of pleasure when he collapsed on top of him was pretty gratifying. He’d done that. He made Nick feel good.
But the fucker was heavy as hell. Tyler put up with it for a few minutes—it was the polite thing to do after his best mate had just given him the best orgasm of his life, but he couldn’t fucking breathe. “Ugh, you’re heavy.”
Nick rolled off him and flopped on his back, looking flushed and fucked out.
Tyler snorted, turning onto his back, too. “You need to work on your stamina, man.”
“Fuck you,” Nick said, flipping him off lazily.
“You just did.”
“You’re hilarious, Ty.”
“Thanks, I try.”
His smile fading, Nick looked him in the eye. “You okay? You aren’t freaking out?”
Tyler looked at the ceiling. “There’s nothing to freak out about. Liking a cock in my ass isn’t gay. It just means that I’m…kinky or something. I’m not suddenly into blokes just because I like having something in my ass.”
He expected Nick to mock him, but to his surprise, Nick didn’t. “I’ve heard of men who identify as straight but who love cock,” Nick said neutrally. “They aren’t attracted to men, but they like getting fucked, and they don’t care who fucks them as long as they get off.”
“Yeah, exactly!” Tyler said, feeling ridiculously relieved that there were other weirdos like him.
Sighing, Nick closed his eyes. “You mind if I stay the night?”
Tyler snorted. “Since when do you need my permission?” Nick usually just stayed whenever he felt like it. Tyler had even bought a spare toothbrush for him so the twat would stop using his.
“Since I put my prick in you,” Nick said, already sounding half-asleep.
Tyler stared at him with a frown. What did that have to do with anything? Nothing had changed for them. “Are you seriously going to sleep? It’s barely ten!”
“I’ll have you know fucking you is a lot of work. Let a man sleep, Ty.”
Tyler pursed his lips.
Nick chuckled. “Quit pouting. We aren’t twelve anymore.”
“I’m not pouting,” Tyler lied, pouting. Nick’s eyes were closed anyway. How did he know?
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Nick said. He opened his eyes. “Fine. What do you want to do? FIFA?”
Tyler bit his lip. “Um, let’s fuck again?”
Nick stared at him. “Now?” he said, in a slightly choked voice, incredulity written all over his face.
Tyler refused to look embarrassed. “What? I’m a young guy with a healthy sex drive.”
“It’s been, like, five minutes. Aren’t you sore? I’m not exactly small.”
Raising his eyebrows, Tyler smirked. “Are you saying you can’t get it up? Lame.”
Nick’s eyes narrowed.
Chapter 6
Nick Hardaway used to think he had a healthy sex life, but after two weeks of fucking his best friend, he realized how wrong he had been. He had practically been a monk compared to how often he’d gotten off lately.