Page 68 of Scoring Chance

In his arms, everything will be okay. I don’t even know what “everything” or “okay” actually means, but…everything will be okay.

“Oh shit. Let me know if you don’t want me on top of you.” Des pulls back, shifts to his side of the bed.

“No. I don’t mind,” I say, a lump thickening in my throat…and my dick thickening in my pants. Please touch me is probably too forward. “How is it sharing a bed with someone?”

“Good.” His voice drops an octave when he whispers it in my ear, making me shudder with want.

He returns to prime cuddle position, pulling me against him, his arms clamping me in place. We’re…strengthening our intimacy in preparation for the dinner tomorrow. We’re…just two middle-aged guys trying to sleep well on a queen-sized bed.

I close my eyes and sink into his touch. I want to be his little spoon for life.

My dick tents my boxers. It’s going to be a challenge getting to sleep. I wiggle myself to get comfortable in my tightening underwear. I shift back and feel something thick press between my cheeks.

“Shit. Sorry,” Des says. He laughs into my shoulder, breaking the awkward tension of the moment. “I feel like a fucking teenager. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I’m no better.”

Des reaches over and feels my boxers. “Good God.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Your boxers are so tight you’re going to cut off circulation.” He opens the front slit and frees my cock.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re like ridiculously hard. There’s normal hard. And then there’s this.” He gives my dick a stroke, sliding a thumb over my engorged head. “Your dick is whatever metal the Terminator is built out of. Do you feel light headed?”

“No.” I laugh so hard I might cry. It’s that kind of laugh that you try to stifle but only makes you laugh harder. I try to stay quiet, but Des is practically giggling into my shoulder, making this all the more hilarious. “I told you it’d been a long time.”

“I think you still need a helping hand.” His thick hand fists my cock, gingerly sliding up and down. I’m laughing and shivering and horny and having a great time with my friend.

“I thought we weren’t going to do that again. It’ll make things weird.”

“You snuck a lead pipe into your marriage bed. That’s weird.”

I let out a moan in between laughing fits. Des continues his rhythmic pumping of my dick. Between his hand and the warmth of his chest, I am drowning in desire for this man.

“What’s weird shit between friends?” He says in a low voice right in my ear.

“Would it be weird if we did this again?” I close my eyes, asking this question as much to the universe as to him.

“It’s been two years, Tanner. One blow job is not enough to make up for your drought.” He pushes my boxers to my knees. I want Des to take me, manhandle me, give me two years’ worth of sex tonight.

I greedily rub my ass against his stiffening dick.

“You want it so bad.” He kisses along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Des strokes me with assured pumps of his fist, making my balls tighten and tingle with anticipated release. I dip my head back and gaze into his glassy, heat-blanched eyes as our lips connect. His mouth is hot and minty and all mine.

“How does this feel, Tan?”

“Good. So good.” I rub my ass against his dick, alive with curiosity about what comes next. The thought of having sex with a man wasn’t something I thought about. But having sex with Des would be incredible. Hearing him moan? Tasting his kisses? Feeling his thick cock inside me?

“Someone’s horny.” He lightly snickers in between kisses.

“Two whole years.”

He smears the precome I’m leaking around my cockhead, slicking me up. I reach between us and wrap my hand around his girthy dick. He lets out a deep groan against my lips.