Page 22 of His Fearless Guy

“You guys should try finding someone you actually have fun with to suck your dick and quit wasting time on these shallow bitches,” I say, looking between both Chase and Baylor. They could both use the advice. Chase was dating Cassie for over a year, letting her lead him around by his dick.

“Butyouguys are the ones I have fun with,” Baylor states. “If only I could find a girl like you, I’d have the perfect life.” I know he’s just messing around, but he’s fucking with my head right now. “You want to suck my dick, Ryes?”

His brow wiggles teasingly, and Chase busts out laughing, but I’m not as amused about the reminder that’s swelling inside my pants right now.

“You ready to go, fucker?” I point him with a look, wanting him to quit messing around. Given how rocky things have been between us, I don’t think he should be throwing around jokes like that. “Later, man.” I tip my chin toward Chase and then head to my truck.

“Yo, Ryes! Wait up, man!” Baylor catches up to my side. He’s riding with me today since his vehicle is back at my place. I throw my bag in the bed of my truck and then climb in. “Dude, I was just messing around. Don’t be so sensitive.”

“I’m not being sensitive. I just want to head out.”Before anyone sees the protrusion in the front of my pants andwonders what it was that Bay said that could’ve gotten me hard.

“So, you don’t agree with me?” He shifts in his seat to face me as I pull out of the school parking lot. “You don’t think being with someone who plays video games, loves to watch football, wants to rival you in fantasy sports, and chows down on grub with you in the middle of the night would be the perfect match?”

He’s gotta be smoking something if he thinks a girl like that really exists. And if she does, she’s already taken. “Sure. But good luck finding a girl like that.”

He grows quiet, looking contemplative, and the side of my cheek is starting to heat under his scrutiny as I drive toward my house. “I’m not talking about a girl, Ryes.”

The fuck?

I turn my head, wondering what the hell he’s smoking. If he thinks we’re becoming a couple, he’s lost his mind. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be his boyfriend. Giving him a hand job is one thing, but having a relationship… Yeah, that’s never going to happen.

“Before you shut it down, just hear me out.”

I pull into my driveway and park. I don’t need to hear him out; I already know my answer: No.

“I’m not talking about us being a couple, Ryes. I’m just saying that if the mood strikes, we let it. No strings. No fucking drama or female insecurities to deal with. No expectations other than to get off. It’s just two guys chilling like we always do, fucking around for fun. We’ll never share our secret with anyone. And we’ll keep our shit private. So, you can’t go jerking my dick in public.” He smirks.

He makes it sound so simple, but when it comes to adding sex into a relationship, it complicates things.

“Not happening,” I state. I climb out and grab my bag from the bed of my truck and head inside. His heavy footsteps follow after me.

“Tell me why you’re so closed off to the idea. Getting off for the fuck of it and not having to answer to anyone. Sounds like the best fucking arrangement to me.”

I throw my bag down on the ground and toss my keys onto the table. I need a fucking drink of water. I grab a bottle and chug it down then wipe my mouth, turning to face him. “Because none of this makes fucking sense.”

We’ve been best friends for years, and I never once looked at him twice. I used to pull his swim trunks down and even grab his cock when we’d wrestle to make him relent, but it was never to get a look at his junk or because I wanted to cop a feel. Now, after one crazy moment where we both got caught up in the heat and were high on the adrenaline pumping through our veins, I suddenly can’t think straight anymore. Literally. My dick is rock hard just having this damn conversation with him, but that doesn’t mean we should take things further.

“I know it doesn’t make sense.” He nods. “But it doesn’t have to. We’re both straight. This is just a means to an end. A way to get by for the rest of the year without having to worry about girl drama. It’s just two guys getting their rocks off from time to time.”

I turn toward the sink, flipping on the faucet to wash my hands. It’s a whack idea.

“It doesn’t have to get weird, Ryes. Neither of us is asking for a relationship.” His voice is drawing closer as I rinse the soap from my hands. “All I’m suggesting is that we hang out like we did last night.” His voice is so close now, I can practically feel him breathing down my neck. “We play video games, watch movies, scrimmage on the field. But when we’re all amped up,our bodies pumped full of adrenaline and the hormones are raging through our systems, we help each other out.”

I grip the counter as his teeth scrape against the back of my neck, rocking my body with a shiver.

“Just like right now. When your dick is hard and you’ve got that ache pulsing in your balls…” His hand rubs over my swollen cock and my grip on the granite tightens, “I’ll be here to help you with your problem.” He squeezes my shaft, and I bite back my groan. “I’ll gladly give you a hand.” His hand comes up to my waistband then slides down the front of my joggers, going straight for my junk. “Stroke you off and give this dick the release it needs.”

He begins his sweet torture, and I nearly slump forward. His grip is tight, skin soft, and his stroking is nice and firm. Just the way I like it. “See? Now doesn’t that feel good?” His mouth is back at my ear, his tongue swiping out against my skin and striking down my resistance. It does feel good. It feels better than when I’m doing it myself. And I’m the master of my cock. No girl has ever come close to giving me what I need. But Baylor…he does it better.

“And after I fist fuck this thick dick, we get to go into the other room, and I get to kick your ass at video games.”

Cum dribbles from my tip, and I can feel the need starting to tighten in my sac.

“What do you say, Ryes?” He starts jerking me faster. “You want me to make you come?”

Yeah, I fucking do. “Don’t stop,” I heave on a pant.

“You only get the privilege to come if you’re agreeing to the arrangement. Otherwise…” His grip loosens, “You’ll have to resort to your own fist from here on out.”

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