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Untrue.
I’m the guy that always turns around for those box turtles when they’re crossing the road. Half the time, by the time I circle back around, they’ve already been hit.
So…I stay.
I stay on my side. I stay smelling laundry detergent and the fragrant, spicy, minty scent that maybe is deodorant and mouthwash. I stay feeling him behind me, body pressed into the mattress, body moving every time he inhales, exhales.
I stay feeling like a fucking crazy person. When he twitches again and his exhalation sounds like a rasp, I turn over so we’re facing one another. He’s got his arms drawn up, his hands half curled against his throat. I can see his eyelids tremble with his dreaming. I can see the slit of darkness between his lips.
Then, as if we’re living a computer code, and this was always its end point, his eyes open. Find mine.
His mouth twitches and his heavy eyelids slip shut. “DG.” I can smell the mouthwash on his warm breath.
He pulls his eyes open a little. Then he grins—soft from sleep, but smirky too. “Need a little snuggle from your big bro?” he asks in a whisper-rasp.
I shift onto my back and he scoots closer to me. I don’t know why I move onto my side, facing away from him. Maybe I can feel it coming. His hand moving over my hip, his hand big and warm over the bulge in my briefs.
Time stops. Narrows into nothing but the darkness and the weight of his hand cupping me.
“You like this?” Ezra murmurs as he rubs his palm over my dick. He slides his hand toward my cockhead, folded, half-hard, down on my balls. I can’t speak, can’t even get my breath as his hand wraps around me.
“If I do this” —he strokes toward my base and then back downward, fingers squeezing the tip of my dick— “will it make you harder?”
My erection thickens, tenting my briefs as he teases the rim of my cockhead.
“That’s right…” His voice is dark and velvety near my ear. I can feel it curl up in my throat and move down through my belly, settle into my balls.
His hand pumps up and down my shaft, stroking through cotton.
“Would this make you come, if I kept going?”
He can’t really grip me good because of the fabric, but he tries. He gives me a few more strokes, and I can’t help groaning as pleasure swells all through my lower body.
“You get off on a big, rough hand?” His grip on me loosens. His hand delves behind the waist of my briefs, fingers brushing my skin. He pulls the briefs down so my dick pops out. I’m panting as his fingertips trail over my shaft, now aching hard and pointed straight up. “What is it you gay boys want?” His free hand squeezes my ass as he grips my cock and starts to pump it again.
“So damn hard,” he whispers. His teeth nip my shoulder. “Would you get wet if I fuck with it long enough?”
Oh Jesus, I’m about to come. Ezra cups my balls and gives them a tug as he beats my meat so hard and fast that I do just that. I come in an earthquake of sensation, blowing all over myself with his long fingers wrapped around me. Ezra chuckles as he pushes my cock down and rubs his hand over it, smearing jizz on my abs.
“That was easy. Someone’s a hair trigger, huh?” His fingers do something new with my cock, stroking so I feel another wave of pleasure so intense it almost turns to pain. “You ever come from a dude’s hand around you?” he asks softly.
“Mine,” I manage.
He bites my neck again, so hard it hurts. “Bet you like mine better.”
Then he gives my ass a pinch and slaps it hard enough to sting through my briefs. “Get moving, DG. You’re welcome.”
Fifteen
Josh
I go into the bathroom, start the shower, and step into the spray of hot water on legs that feel too weak to hold me.
Oh my God.
What was that?
Was it my fault? Did I make him think—
I know the answer’s no. I didn’t.
I was lying by him, in his room because he had a nightmare. He knew that. Didn’t he? Did he forget what brought me in there? Is he gay? My dick twitches at the memory of his hand around it.
He was good.
Because he has his own dick, Miller.
Fucking fuck. I came in his hand!
He jerked you off.
My stepbrother played me like a fucking flute.
There’s nothing wrong with it from your perspective. He did everything.
I fucking came in Ezra’s hand.
I come again into my own, inhaling steam in big gulps.
After getting out, I wrap a towel around my waist and stand at his door for a long time. Listening and thinking. Wanting to go in and ask…so many fucking things. Wanting to suck his dick—because I’m fucked up. Clearly.
