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I wokeup to the blinding sun, a warm body pressed right up against me, and a raging hard-on.
Then I remembered.
Mexico.
Luke.
Kissing him.
Fuck. I’d kissed him.
I’d kissed my best friend.
And if I thought for one second the light of a new day would bring with it regret, I’d be wrong.
If anything, I was more certain.
I was never surer about anything.
My aching dick agreed.
Was it weird to be turned on by him? My best friend? A guy, no less. And why did he turn me on now when he never had before? I couldn’t really understand that part of it.
But was there any sliver of uncertainty?
Nope.
None.
But that didn’t mean I was about to let him feel myerection.
It was too soon for that. We needed to talk more. We needed to talk about the physical side of things and what that meant. If there would even be a physical side of things between us... we hadn’t got that far yet.
We needed to address a lot of things.
But first, I needed to get in the shower and deal with my dick.
With another soft kiss to the side of his head, I peeled his arm off me and slipped quietly into the bathroom.
Would he laugh his ass off at me for being hard? Would it be awkward?
Would he want to help me get rid of it? Join me in the shower, maybe...
Oh hell.
Yeah, thinking about that, putting that visual in my head, there was no hope of my boner going away on its own.
It was going to take a steaming hot shower, a soapy hand, and a vivid imagination. I soaped myself up, raking my hands all over my body, taking a few long pulls of my cock.
I had to bite back a groan so he wouldn’t hear me.
I stroked myself, squeezing the shaft, twisting my hand over the head, imagining it was Luke’s hand, Luke’s mouth.
I rolled my balls in my hand, imagining it was Luke’s tongue.
Picturing him on his knees, taking me in his mouth, sucking and groaning, my hand in his hair as he swallows...
I came so fucking hard.
