Page 78 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“Never.”
“Wow, alright then. I would’ve thought there might have been a time or two since I know you don’t mind swapping it up occasionally.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Bruh, I’ve heard you hitting on guys at the bar.”
He laughed. “Okay, fair enough. But before you get all defensive, I’m fine being a bottom. Tops like you two are perfectly fine by me so long as I’m getting my fun.”
“Now...who said anything about me being a top?” I asked lightly, and smirking when I felt his dick twitch in my hand.
“What...do you mean?” he asked slowly.
“Pretty much what I just said,” I said, taking hold of his pants and sliding them down slowly. They were loose enough that once I got the band past his stiff cock they fell to the ground. I turned him around and hooked my hands under his ass to lift him onto the counter. I winced when I heard the crash of the bottle falling into the sink, shattering and filling the air with the smell of beer.
The mess could wait, though, because he was butt naked, on full display, and hard enough to look enticing. I wrapped my hand around his dick once more, pumping it slowly as I stood between his legs, peering up at him. “After all, we didn’t know I could be into guys until we gave it a try, right?”
I swear I saw his pupils expand. “Are you...saying you want to try bottoming?”
“We both know what my dick feels like inside you. But we don’t know what your dick inside me feels like,” I said, crouching down enough to open my mouth and place my tongue at the base of his cock, running it up to the leaking tip and wrapping my lips around it to suck gently. Above me, he groaned, hand sliding tothe back of my neck as I sank down, and his fingers gripped me as I took him into my throat with an ease that had shocked and then annoyed him the first time. Apparently, it was a crime that a formerly straight man had the wasted ability to deep throat without practice. Of course, he didn’t complain anymore, or about the fact that he had never known that about me.
“God,” he groaned as I sheathed the entirety of him in my throat, my fingers gently stroking his balls. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Mhmm,” I hummed, knowing it would make his toes curl.
“Have you...ever done anything like that?”
I pulled back to slip down again, but held up my hand to wave two fingers pressed against one another to give him his answer.
“Only fingers.”
Another hum that made his dick twitch.
“I’m out of practice, just so you know.”
I wet a finger and slid it up until I found his hole. When Milo leaned back, I pushed the finger into him.
“Okay.” He panted as I worked finger and mouth together. “God, keep doing that, please. Otherwise, I’m going to nut as soon as I get my dick inside you and I...fuck that feels...keep going.”
I didn’t intend to get him off, but I couldn’t argue with his reasoning either. I was just glad I was getting my fingers involved. I might have been able to achieve deepthroating, but Milo had me beat when it came to stamina. The man could suck the chrome off a bumper and never get tired, but I was already feeling my jaw start to ache from the effort.
The idea of me bottoming for him, along with everything else I was doing, was enough to set him off, though. It was only another minute of sucking and fingering him on the counter before I felt his fingers tighten on the back of my neck, his legs closing in on me. With a cry, his hips jerked, and I felt himcome; salty warmth splashed over my tongue before I took him deep and sucked him down. Personally, I didn’t really get much of a kick out of it, but I knew damn well it drove Milo crazy, and honestly, cum wasn’tthatbad, so I sucked it down eagerly because Milo loved it.
“Ohhhh,” he moaned as I pulled off, stepping back and looking at him. He was still hard, but that wasn’t surprising; he could get off and, within ten minutes, could go again. He didn’tneedto go again, but I’d learned that I could get him off once or twice before it was my turn because it would take me hours to be able to go again, but I was usually set for at least twenty-four hours. “I know I’ve said it before, but you’ve taken to dick like a fish takes to water.”
“I’m a quick learner,” I said with a snort, stroking his thigh while he recovered as I ignored the strain in my pants. Milo would not leave me hanging; I just had to let him catch his breath.
Which he did and pushed off the counter, grabbing me by the waistband and pulling me along. “C’mon, by the time I get you ready, I’ll be more than ready to go again.”
“Get me ready?” I wondered as I was pulled into his room. I laughed when he grabbed me, pulled one of my maneuvers, and swung me around to push me onto the bed.
“Oh, you’re going to get the full experience,” he promised as he grabbed a box from under his bed. “Get naked, I want to see it all.”
“You always want to see it all,” I said as I stripped off my clothes and tossed them on the floor.
He stood up and looked me over, opening the box. “Have you seen yourself? Anyone who doesn’t want to see that is a lesbian, a straight man, or fucking insane.”
“You know how to make a guy feel special,” I told him with a grin as I leaned back to watch what he was doing. From the box,he produced a bottle of lube and a few toys. “Ah, I see. The full experience.”
