Page 10 of His Fearless Guy

Yeah, he is. So good, my dick is now rising right up to the memory again. I look between my legs, wondering if I should tuck myself down deeper and hide the proof of my arousal. But when I spot his standing loud and proud, bobbing above thesurface of the water, the shame floats away. He’s turned on too. And now my stomach is stirring with excitement.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I cock my brow at him. “It was the adrenaline that had me riled up last night.”

“You want to bet?” His attention narrows right between my legs. I’m already leaking with anticipation. “Two hundred says I can get you off in two minutes again.”

“You’ve got a deal.” I can definitely hold off for that long and prove him wrong. But win or lose it doesn’t even fucking matter. I just want his hands on me again. I’ll pay however much to get it.

He reaches out, gripping onto my shaft and cum drips right from the end of my dick. Shit, that feels good. Like my entire cock is wrapped up in a tight smooth blanket. The perfect amount of pressure. His rhythm is steady and already causing me to climb toward the peak. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold off for two minutes. He’s an expert. He’s had years of experience stroking his own dick and definitely knows what feels good.

“You’re definitely big,” he grunts. His voice a deep rasp that shudders right through my cock. “But I still think I have a few inches on you.”

I open my eyes and look over at his meat. It’s standing tall, and I think he may be bigger, but only by an inch. I reach out and grab hold of it, sliding my palm up and down, feeling it’s full length. It’s definitely a little thicker than mine, but not by much. His grip on me tightens to my touch and I feel the ache drawing up in my sac. That bundle of nerves is knotting up and ready to unleash the storm. I give him a full stroke, but it ends up backfiring, fueling my desire and drawing me closer to the edge. If I don’t back off him, I’m going to lose the bet, and it’s not even that I care to win, it’s that I don’t want this to be over yet.

“I think we’re the same size,” I say, releasing him.

His grip tightens and he suddenly shifts in front of me, moving between my legs. He takes hold of himself with his free hand and brings his cock right up against mine, measuring them together. As soon as his cock presses against me, a flutter rolls through my gut. He takes us both in his grip and begins stroking us off together. It’s so fucking crazy—and so fucking hot.

“I’m definitely longer.” His voice is even deeper, raspier. “I’ve got at least an inch on you.” His hands stroke faster, and I start to lose my ability to hold out for the win. It doesn’t just feel good, but it’s intense watching him. His forearms are strained, his two big hands working us over. I look up at his face and it’s just as tight with tension. The pleasure cinching every single one of his features. There’s something about falling prey to his dominance that makes me so fucking horny.

“Fine, you win. You’re the bigger dick,” I grunt, “Just don’t fucking stop. I’m about to come.”

His eyes come up to my face and his jaw tightens along with his grip. “You’ve got ten seconds to prove me wrong. Don’t wimp out on me now, Bay.” My eyes squeeze shut trying to hold off, but when he starts counting down—“Ten… nine…eight… Come on. Hold out for me,” he breathes, and the hunger in his voice sends me right over the edge. I come long and hard, my hips jerking out of the water as the pleasure plows over me like a massive wave.

“Fuck.” His loud groan has me opening my eyes and I watch as he erupts too. His cum shooting out in spurts, landing on my abs. The orgasm locking up his entire frame.

“Ryes! You back there?”

His eyes fly open. “Shit. Brennon’s here.” He shifts away.

“Ryeson!” he calls out again. “Open up the door. I’ve been standing out here for five minutes freezing my nuts off.”

“Shit. Do you think he heard?” Rye whispers as he scrambles to climb from the pool.

“I don’t know,” I tell him, following him out. He obviously heard something to know we’re back here.Five minutes?I came in under two. Shit. I grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist.

“Go to the front, man,” Ryes calls out. “I’ll come let you in.”

He rushes into the house and I’m hot on his heels, heading to his bedroom to quickly change. He grabs a pair of basketball shorts from his drawers then drops his towel and slips them on right in front of me. I guess after what we just did, there’s no need to hide himself from me. “Fuck.” He shakes his head, sounding panicked. He grabs our two wet towels and heads to let Brennon in and I quickly get myself dressed.

I’ve never seen him this nervous before, but he’s freaking the fuck out. Makes two of us. The last thing we need is for everyone at school to get wind that we’re gay and spread that lie around. Though, with the way I’m feeling, I’m not sure I can claim I’m straight anymore. I grab my chemistry book and bag, needing to get out of here. My head is a mess and there’s no way I can study now anyway.

7

Ryeson

“Sorry,” I say, opening the door. “We took a quick study break and went for a swim in the pool. Come on in.” I step to the side for him.

I need to get my shit together. I can hear the shakiness in my voice. “So, how was detention?” I ask, trying to calm down and act casual.

“Man, Mrs. B is such a bitch.” He shakes his head. “She held me for an extra hour because I rolled my eyes at her.”

My heart is racing a mile a minute, but I don’t think he picked up on what was happening out back. He’d be the first person to call us out on it. But shit, that was close. Too fucking close.

If we’d been caught, everyone would be hearing about it. Brennon has one of the biggest mouths and can’t keep a secret for shit. And if the girls got wind of it, that shit would be going viral on TikTok by the end of the day. The last thing I want is to show up to college next year and my new teammates are already trying to hide their dicks from me in fear that I’m checking them out. I’m not gay.

Really? Then why the fuck did you just stroke your friend off and come harder than you ever have before?

“Dude, that sucks,” I say, shaking the thought and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “You need anything to drink or eat?” I hold one out for him.

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