Another drop of precum leaks from his slit.
“Fuck, Reese,” he groans as he rolls his forehead against mine. “If I knew you needed a gun between us in order to touch me, I would’ve suggested it sooner.”
I bring it up once more, brushing it against his lips. “Shut your fucking mouth.”
Any last traces of fear he may have been feeling have vanished, and in its place is the smirk I’ve grown very used to.
“Make me.”
He says it like he’s been waiting weeks for the perfect timing.
But I’m not going to give him what he wants.
Shoving my gun back into its holster at my side, I grab him and roughly spin him around, forcing him hard against the wall, my fingers digging harshly into his upper left arm while my other hand presses the side of his face into the concrete.
“Ow! Fuck!”
He squirms and fights, which only makes my dick harder as I thrust against his bare ass.
“Is this not what you wanted?” I ask with my lips at his ear.
“Fuck you! That hurts.”
“You were enjoying some gun play just a second ago. Don’t pretend like a little pain doesn’t turn you on too.”
He slumps against the wall and pouts. “You were supposed to touch me.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that. “What were you expecting, huh? For me to shove my gun in your mouth to make you shut up? Or my cock?”
“Yes,” he answers breathlessly as he rubs his ass against my jeans. “Either. Both. At the same time. I don’t care.”
“See, here’s the problem, Cason.”
He doesn’t flinch at the use of his name as I let go of his arm to flick the button of my jeans open, keeping him held against the wall with my body and my other hand on his head. He squirms harder when the sound of my zipper cuts through the hot air.
“I told you I wasn’t gay, but you just kept fucking pushing.”
As I take my cock in my hand, pulling it free of my boxers and smearing precum across the globe of his ass, I finally come to a realization after weeks of watching him a little too closely.
I don’t think I can say I’m not gay anymore.
I’m definitelylovingthis.
Maybe I’m bi.
Or maybe I’m just brieflycurious, and this will be a one time thing.
He writhes, his ass incapable of staying still. I’d think he was trying to get away if he wasn’t too busy rubbing his wet, naked body all over me. He tries reaching behind him, but I grab his wrist and return his hand back to the wall, ordering him to keep it there.
“Please, Reese,” he whines, trying to turn his head to look down between us, but I won’t let it budge. “Fuck. Let me touch it. I’ll suck you so good.”
Fucking hell.
Something tells me hewould.
And I’m so fucking tempted to find out.
But…
