Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Whoa. You dream about me?” We turn into my room.
“I don’t—”
“That’s hot,” he says at the same time as me trying to deny it.
“It is?” This is all coming so out of left field, I don’t know what to think.
“Yeah. Who knew. I’m figuring out all sorts of things about myself.” As though he doesn’t have any nerves at all, Eric leans his crutches against the wall and plops down on my bed. He immediately starts to take off his shoe.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I have to ask.
“Yes. Absolutely. Are you sure? Because if you’re not, we can—”
“I’m sure.” Too sure. But then, people do shit like this every day. It’s not as if we’re the first best friends to ever mess around.
I sit beside him while he takes off his shirt. He’s all in with this and doesn’t seem to be second-guessing himself. I take off my shoes while Eric leans back and tugs down his shorts and underwear, and yep, there’s his dick. He wasn’t lying about getting hard. He’s long and thick. His pale cock flushed, balls full, the rough hair at his groin the same blond that’s on his head. Maybe a little darker.
“You’re staring.”
“Is that against the rules?” I turn away.
“What? No. I’m proud of my cock, so I can’t blame you for looking.” He pumps his brows.
“Oh my God. I hate you.” I swat his leg, but his words ease my worry. He’s being the same Eric I’ve always known. This is just us. A different facet of us but us all the same.
“You’re not taking your clothes off, D.”
“I’m going, I’m going.” I take my shirt off while he finishes kicking out of his bottoms, then wraps a hand around his dick. I watch but try not to stop moving because my cock is throbbing and I’m ready to get this show on the road too.
I move to take off my shorts, but he says, “Wait.”
I freeze. “Change your mind?”
“Nope. Will you stand in front of me when you do it?”
“What?”
“I’m not asking for a striptease. I just want a good angle. This is my first time, D. I’m gonna want to do some exploring.”
My dick aches. Clearly, it likes the idea. “Fine. But seriously, tell me if you’re not into it. If you change your mind or have any doubts at all, tell me.”
“Yes. No problem, but I won’t.”
I stand up in front of him, with about four feet between us.
“Closer.”
I move one step.
“Closer.”
“Are you going to blow me or what?”
His pupils expand. “We can try that sometime too!”
“Jesus, Eric. How are you not freaking out about this?” It doesn’t make any sense. Shouldn’t he be having some bi fear or something?
“Do you know me?”
Well, he’s right about that. He’s so go-with-the-flow, doesn’t stress too much about anything, and expects everything to always work out.
I take one last step toward him, and then before I can think about it too much, I rip my shorts and underwear down my legs. My dick springs out ready to party.
“I…damn… I think it’s a nice cock, D.”
“You think?”
He looks up at me and grins. “This is my first time, remember? I’ve caught sight of it before, but I didn’t get to really look, ya know? I think you’re longer than me.”
I roll my eyes. “Not by much, and you’re thicker.”
“You manscape more than me.”
“I’m a twenty-eight-year-old gay guy.”
“Is that a rule?”
I chuckle. “I was kidding.”
“Can I touch it?” he asks, his voice softer.
My heart races out of my chest, and I fear I’ll hyperventilate. My best friend, the one I always thought was straight, is asking to touch my dick. This situation is so fucking wild. “Um…yeah. Of course.” I take a smaller step closer. I’m basically right between his spread thighs.
Eric’s arm moves slowly as he lifts it, then so softly, so tentatively, he wraps a warm hand around my shaft. I hiss in response, and he jerks his hand away.
“What did I do?”
“Nothing. I just…nothing. Got excited, I guess. You can do it again.”
There’s not as much hesitance this time when he touches me, when he gives me a slow, dry stroke. “Huh…feels like my dick.”
“Geez, I’m dying over here, and you’re all nonchalant about it.”
He snickers. “Sorry. I meant that in a good way. It’s not like, weird, to be touching a dick. At least yours. Not sure if that’s because it’s you or not.” Lust shoots through me, and his gaze snaps up to mine. “I felt that. Your dick twitched. You liked what I said.”
“You’re touching my cock and said you like it, so of course it did.”
Eric moves his hand up and down my shaft some more. I’m dying for lube, but I don’t want to break the moment. I just want to let him do his thing.