Page 56 of The Cowboy's Bullfighter
He eased Coop’s T-shirt out of his sweats, hands going to that fuzzy belly, the ridges of muscle making his eyes cross. Cooper was built like a V—broad shoulders, square jaw, stocky as hell, and it all trailed down to a tiny little butt made for squeezing. Coop was totally different from his own lean squareness, and it suited him to the bone.
And when Coop flexed under his touch, his cock jerked, his balls drawing up. Lord have mercy.
Coop backed away from their kiss and, like it was natural as anything, started stripping down, baring himself to Brooks’s gaze. “We’re both grown up, so I don’t see no reason to play, do you?”
“I see lots of reasons to play. But I don’t see any reason to lie about what we want.”
“Good man.” Coop hopped to get out of the sweats. “Get naked, honey.”
He nodded, happily stripping down, and when they met again in the middle, they were both nude. His cock pressed against Coop’s hip where it met his thigh, and damn. It felt amazing. His skin was so damn hot, so perfect, and Brooks rocked toward him, needing more.
“Bed,” Coop said.
“Yeah. Top or bottom?” Brooks asked.
“I can go either way. How about we start out side by side?”
“I like that.” He did, too. It was like…equitable. So he crawled up on the bed and stretched, holding out a hand for Coop.
Coop took it, sinking down on the bed facing him, and they kissed again, this time without the need to hold themselves up. So, it was long, deep, and maybe a touch toothy. Just as he liked it.
“Mmm. Damn, Brooks. You’re a hell of a kisser.”
“Ditto, Coop.” He reached up to put a hand around the back of Coop’s neck. “Do it again.”
They kissed for what seemed like hours, but could only be minutes, because his cock was throbbing with his pulse and so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it in no time, and he wanted more.
Coop scooted closer, their cocks touching, and Coop grinned. “I don’t have any condoms, honey. I’ll get some today when we get the cat food.”
“Mmm. We have hands. Mouths.”
“That we do. See, I knew you were a smart one.”
“I work hard at it.” He winked, then reached down to touch Coops’s cock, feeling the hardness of it, the shape that was the same with every man but unique to each one. Coop had impressive length and width, his cock covered in silky skin, his curls tight and springy at the base.
This first foray he would bring their cocks together and stroke, giving them both what they needed.
Coop’s hand joined his, wrapping around them and squeezing.
And they were off and running like one of those old powder keg explosions in a movie. There was a burning fuse and soon it was going to go boom.
His ass clenched, his breath coming in hard pants. He was going to come, as if he were more Benji’s age than his own.
“Honey, it’s been a long time. I—you’re hot as a two-dollar pistol. I ain’t gonna make it.”
“Oh, thank God. I’m about to blow.”
He got a wild grin, and then Coop kissed him, mashing his lips back against his teeth with the force of it, and he grunted, his hips bucking madly as he shot.
Hard.
Coop arched, his moan loud as they broke the kiss to breathe, and he came all over Brooks’s belly, his body shaking.
“Oh, damn.” Coop rested their foreheads together, breathing hard.
“Fuck, yes.” He wanted to do it again. As soon as he could. With mouths this time.
But he could rest a little between now and then.
