Page 3 of Desperate Temptations

Nodding, I turn back to the bushes. “You should piss and come on them too.”

Trent laughs. “We're just gonna stand here with our cocks out?”

“I don’t think it would be your first time,” I tease, stroking up my shaft as I close my eyes again. Then I grin at the faint sound of a zipper.

I turn my head to face him as my best friend shakes his head.

“I can’t believe I’m succumbing to such childishness,” Trent mutters under his breath. A glint under the moonlight near his hands has my eyebrows scrunching, but it’s gone just as fast andI’m not sure if I’ve imagined it. It could have been the zipper, but I wouldn’t put it past him to pierce himself. We’d talked about it when we were teens, but I never followed through with it. Now I can’t stop thinking about whether his dick is pierced or not, or what it would look like.

My cock hardens in my fist, and I focus on the task I’m trying to finish. My lips smirk at the pun because I do intend to finish, all over these stupid fucking flowers.

“Do you ever wonder how life could have turned out if I had dated someone else?” I wonder aloud.

“Do you remember Heather Lonan from high school?” Trent asks before spitting on his palm and then gripping his dick. My eyes follow the motion before I rip my attention away and frown in confusion.

“Yeah, kind of. She was a cheerleader with Lynds?” I ask.

He grunts. “Yeah. She’s the one I lost my virginity to, but she had a thing for threesomes. It had to be with another man, and she loved to watch us go at it.”

I press my lips into a thin line.

Trent laughs, a little hollowness to it. “God, she begged me to get you to agree. Lynds heard she was trying to get you in bed. She asked you to that burger place the next day.”

My heart skips a beat. The burger place had been our first date, a place that becameour spot.“Would you have asked me to join you with Heather?”

When he doesn’t answer right away, I look over at him. His forehead is scrunched as he stares down at his cock, strokingit furiously before his head tilts up to meet my gaze and he swallows. “Yeah, Ethan. I would have.”

I nod, licking my drying lips. “I probably would have joined. After all, I was sixteen and horny.”

Something flickers in his eyes, but I can’t place it. “Even if she wanted us to kiss? Wanted to watch me suck and stroke you like this?”

Fire gathers in my spine and blood pumps faster through my cock. “Yeah,” I say breathlessly because the thought isn’t one that turns me off, and honestly, I probably would have gone through with it.

Trent grunts, hissing through his teeth as he shakes his fist a few more strokes and his cum splatters over the roses. I follow him in the next moment, feeling no satisfaction from the release before tucking myself away. Leaning to the side, I pick up my bottle of whiskey and take a large swig. My eyes stray to my best friend before I turn and head back to my house without another word.

TWO

TRENT

Sipping the coffee, I take in the quiet kitchen. I haven’t spent a lot of time in Ethan’s home over the years. Lyndsey was a nasty cunt who made it her personal vendetta to keep me at arm’s length. I’m not sure if she ever told Ethan of our argument during our senior year of high school, but he never acted any differently if she did.

If anyone had told me that hours after her funeral, we would be jacking off together, I would have told them to put away their tin foil hat. And the crush I thought I erased of my best friend bloomed fresh in my chest overnight. It doesn’t help that the size of his dick is no longer a figment of my imagination, now it’s avery largereality I wish he’d use on me. The accompanying dream I had last night reminded me exactly why I’ve limited my time with him over the years.

Ethan isn’t a man who ever shied away or cared about my sexuality. In fact, he seemed to embrace it more than any of our other friends. He very rarely took my comments or jokes as serious flirting, and even played along the majority of the time. When we were teens, it left me in a confused and tangledmess over whether there was ever a possibility that he liked me back. But I grew up and got wiser, and just realized Ethan is comfortable with who he is and our friendship.

A soft knock on the door has me squeezing my eyes shut briefly before blowing out a bated breath. Adjusting the bulge growing in my sweatpants, I walk to the front of the house and open it slowly, revealing the person I assumed it to be.

Carol blinks, her eyes widening as her hand tightens on her purse strap. “Oh. It’s you.”

I grin. “It’s me. Your son-in-law’s favorite queer.”

Lyndsey’s mother has never outright discussed her dislike for me, but her and her daughter’s scowls all night at the wedding left little to the imagination. I know Lyndsey even fought to have me replaced as best man, but Ethan put his foot down. Funny enough, her maid of honor joined my hook-up for a very memorable threesome. Her distaste didn’t spread to her own best friends.

Her lips tighten in disapproval and she tilts her chin up. “May I come in and speak to Ethan?”

Crossing my arms over my bare chest, I lean against the frame of the door. “He’s still sleeping. We had a long night.”

After his little game of desecrating her roses, he pulled all her clothes from the closet and set them on fire in the pit in the far corner of the backyard. I don’t know what Lyndsey did to upset him or if this is a strange reaction to his grief, but I don’t plan to leave till I know he’s okay.

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