Page 52 of Convenient Rivals

“How do you want to come?”

“I need you to fuck me... please.”

Gregory dropped the paddle and took off his trousers.

“I need... I need...”

Gregory stopped and went over to Oscar. He lifted his head up so he could look into his eyes. Tears were streaming down his handsome face.

“What do you need?”

“I need to see you when you fuck me.”

His face went red, like he was embarrassed to ask for what he really wanted. Gregory kept his face neutral. He hadn’t looked a guy in the eyes when he fucked him for years, but this was what Oscar needed, and Gregory would do that for him.

“Let’s go to my room.”

Oscar got up off the bench, his legs buckling slightly. Gregory went to steady him, but if Oscar lost his balance, he’d be hitting the deck; there had to be close to a hundred pounds weight difference between them. Gregory took hold of Oscar’s hands and led him through to his room. Crossing the top of the stairs, he thought briefly that one of his brothers could be home – could look up and get an eyeful – but right now he didn’t care.

The bedroom door closed behind them, and he steered Oscar towards the bed, sitting him down on the edge. He grabbed two pillows – one he gave to Oscar, and the other he put on the floor in front of him.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile.

“I won’t be able to hold those tree-trunk legs of yours up for long. It’ll be easier this way.”

Oscar leaned back and gripped his legs with his equally enormous arms, showing his inviting pink hole. He lowered them back down before shifting up the bed, getting comfortable, and then lifting his legs up again. Gregory could feel the drool running down his chin. He didn’t want to waste any more time as he took off his trousers, briefs, and socks. Oscar was looking at his cock, desire in his eyes, so Gregory gave it a few tugs to take the edge off it. No more, because it wouldn’t take much. He needed to calm down, or he’d bust the moment he was inside Oscar.

“Take your shirt off. I want to see all of you.”

Gregory hesitated, suddenly feeling less confident.

“What’s wrong?” asked Oscar, lowering his legs.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “Put your legs back up.”

“Gregory, talk to me.”

He wasn’t sure what to say. Oscar needed him to take control right now, and he was getting flustered over what most would think was such a simple request.

“I said, put your legs back up.”

Oscar burst out laughing and Gregory felt his face heating. Before he knew what was happening, Oscar was standing next to him. He lifted Gregory’s chin so their eyes met.

“You can keep your shirt on. I want you to be comfortable.”

His eyes flicked down, taking in what he could of Oscar’s perfect body, and he felt his face heat even more.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Compare your body to mine.”

“I’m not. It’s just...”

“Just what?”

Gregory pulled back from Oscar, took a deep breath, and pulled his shirt off. Now he was standing naked, his scrawny frame on full display. Oscar looked him up and down, heat flashing in his eyes. He rubbed his thumbs over Gregory’s nipples. They hardened instantly, and he shuddered.

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