Page 23 of His Fearless Guy

“Fine.” My head turns, a shiver rocking through me when I see the look in his eyes. Every feature of his face is shadowed with his need. It makes me want to say yes. We’re just two guysfinding a means to a problem, right? No strife. No strings. No girl drama. It almost sounds like the perfect relationship. “But not a word to anyone. And we don’t let this come between us. When we head off to college, it’s done. We move on with no regrets. We clear?”

“Crystal.”

His hand tightens its grip and then he fists the cum right out of me. My body spasms. The orgasm rocking me forward in a convulsion. I grab the counter in a death grip, trying to hold myself up as the waves hit. The rush runs all the way to my toes. I don’t know why it always has to feel so fucking good with him. But it does. Every time.

The final sparks start to settle, and I work to catch my breath, breathing in and out slowly. There’s a jerking sound at my back along with the sensation of movement. I twist to see, and Baylor’s jacking himself off. Using my cum as his lubricant, taking one from my book. The longer I stare, the more I’m ready for another round. The problem with this agreement is that we’re guys. We’re always fucking horny. My need for beating him at video games is already taking a back seat to me wanting him to beat me off again.

But the beauty of Baylor not being a girl, is that his drive is as fierce as mine. He can go round for round and not grow tired.

15

Baylor

One Month Later

“Hey!” Kyler gives me a knuckle bump as he joins our circle. “You guys up for hanging out tonight?”

“What? You and Presley are actually going to come up for air and spend some time apart?” Damn, that’s a shocker. Ever since the girl moved here, they’ve been inseparable.

“She and Ruby are having a girls’ night.” He sounds like a pitiful puppy.

“Shit.” Chase groans. “Since when? I was planning to spend the night studying with my girl for my French test.”

“You don’t take French, you dipshit.” I shake my head at him. He’s another one who hasn’t showed his face lately. He’s always“studying” with Ruby. I think what he’s really studying is her sexy body and learning all about how to make her come.

“Small details.” He shrugs, and I chuckle at his total ridiculousness.

“So, are you guys up for doing something tonight?” Kyler asks again.

I look toward Ryes. We already had plans. My dick’s been counting down the minutes of the day to get back to his house and get him pinned down on the wrestling mat. I love fighting him for domination. The adrenaline and aggression pumping through our veins. Once I get him beneath me, I force his dick to come out and play. Although, it’s never really a forced issue. He just likes to make me work for it. And after I do, he rewards me with the most powerful orgasms of my life. Fuck, I’m hard.

“Yeah, I’m in for doing something,” Ryes states, and my fantasy fades away. He gives me a look, and I receive his message. We’ve been so attached by the dick lately, going at it like crazy, that we haven’t spent any time with our friends. Thankfully, they’ve been so wrapped up with their women, they haven’t noticed that we’ve been MIA. And it’s not like we’ve been busy playing video games. Every time we start a match, we end up talking smack, and then one thing leads to another and one of us is going after the other’s dick. It’s almost getting out of hand.

“Sounds good,” I nod. “What do you guys want to do?”

“I don’t know.” Kyler shrugs. “You want to take a ball to the field and play two on two?”

“The field is covered in snow, man.” Chase gives Kye the stink eye. “I’m not interested in freezing my nuts off.”

Me fucking neither. Though, mine are so fucking swollen, I could use a good ice bath.

“Then you put up a suggestion.” Kyler crosses his arms.

“How about we go shoot some hoops at the public court? See if we can’t get a pick-up game going?” Chase suggests.

“I’m down,” I agree.

“Me too.” Rye nods. “Should we meet you over there?”

“Sounds good,” the guys both state and we all start heading to our cars. I’m riding with Rye because I stayed at his place last night. It’s become a habit. Back when we were kids, we’d always crash at each other’s houses, but now…it’s not because we were up all night playing Raiders of the Lost Ark, or having a movie marathon. Now, I stay at his place because I love waking up to his big hand fisting my dick. He claims that my morning wood looks painful and he’s here to help a brother out, but I think he’s starting to crave my cock. I know I’m definitely craving his.

The cravings have been getting so out of hand, I’ve been tempted to wrap my mouth around it. We said we were going to keep things manual. Hands only. But after the dream I had the other night, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to give him head. I dreamt that we were wrestling, and Rye had me in a headlock between his thighs. He wouldn’t let up. Then his gruff voice was making his demands. “Suck it, Bay. Pull me out and wrap those lips around me.” I wonder if it’d be weird and whether it tastes as bad as Taya always claimed.

“Earth to Baylor!” Ryes voice has me looking up. “Are you going to get in the truck?”

I toss my school bag in the back and climb in.

“What’s on the brain?” he asks as we pull out of the parking lot.

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