Page 44 of Good Friends
It’d always been a point of pride for Gavin that he could usually take Porter all the way on the first try. Plenty of times they’d played with guys, and when one would choke or gag, Gavin would grin, open wide, and show off, proudly displaying his oral talents and loving thegood-boysthat Porter would shower him with before pulling out and gagging the bottom with his cock again.
It’d been a game.
Once Gavin drained Porter’s balls, Porter grabbed him by the arm, jerked him to his feet, spun him around, and planted a hand between his shoulder blades to shove him over. Gavin felt Porter drizzle lube down the crack of his ass. Then a finger probed Gavin’s hole, and he moaned when it easily slid in.
“Yeeeaah, that’s what a boy needs, isn’t it?” Porter fisted Gavin’s hair with his free hand and held him in place as he slowly finger-fucked him. “Going to need to stretch you out right, aren’t I? This what you wanted?”
“Yes, Sir!”
Porter pulled his finger out and slapped Gavin’s ass, spanking him and then finger-fucking him again, back and forth and completely shoving in the clutch, hard, on Gavin’s brain.
Gavin rested his forehead against his arms, which were braced against the shower wall. He’d forgotten how sweet this form of subspace felt, sharp and pure and all the better because it was nothing but their bodies making all those delicious brain chemicals now pouring into his skull.
“Who’s this belong to?” Porter asked as he twisted two fingers deep inside Gavin’s rim.
“You, Sir!”
Gavin’s ass quickly grew hot and stinging from the treatment, even as Porter worked him up to three fingers between spanking rounds. Before Gavin knew it, he felt the head of Porter’s cock pressing against his rim, stretching him, then slamming home and making him cry out.
Not because it hurt, but because it felt fuckingfantastic. Of course Porter had lubed himself. But as Gavin stood there, gasping, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum all over the place, he closed his eyes and realized if he was being given a second chance then he was the luckiest fucking guy on the face of the planet.
Porter’s hands settled on Gavin’s hips as he paused to give Gavin a moment to shift how he was bracing himself. “What was that someone said about being pushed?” He took a long, slow stroke out before driving deep again.
Gavin giggled. When was the last time he’d fucking done that? “Yes, Sir, that would beyoupushing me.”
Porter fucked him for a few minutes before pausing and reaching around him. “First one’s free, boy. Go.” His fingers closed around Gavin’s cock and started pumping him.
It only took three strokes before he was coming, his ass squeezing the perfect cock planted deep inside him and spurts of cum splashing all over the walls.
Porter only gave him a few before grabbing his hips and fucking him again. “Lucky boy gets it at both ends tonight,” he grunted before he came, falling still as his cock throbbed and spilled inside Gavin.
They stood there for a moment, silent, breathing…evaluating.
Porter finally pulled out and turned Gavin around, holding him in his arms. When the water started going turning lukewarm, Porter released him so they could quickly scrub down with soap and get out before it went totally cold. There in the bathroom, they dried each other off while kissing, and Gavin realized what had been missing in his life was right here.
He thought Porter would take him to the bedroom and make love to him again, but when he followed him out of the bathroom, he realized Porter was going to the front door and grabbed his gym bag.
Then he started pulling on clothes.
“Wh-what are you doing, Sir?”
There was old, ancient grief in Porter’s gaze as he pulled on a T-shirt. Then he walked over to him and put his hands on Gavin’s shoulders. “I can’t stay tonight.”
“Why not?”
Porter stared down into his eyes for a long moment. “I came to you,” he quietly said. “Like you told me you wanted.” Then he leaned in and nuzzled a tender, gentle kiss against his lips. “I love you, and I only want you. No more games, no more mistrust, no more hesitation. Take tonight—hell, take a couple of days, if you need it. There’s a fork in the road, baby. Either we’re together, or we’re just friends. Iknowwhat I want.
“When you can look me in the eyes and tell me, for sure, which one you want, you come to me and tell me. If it’s just friends, then no hard feelings, and let’s try to get back to something close to what we had in terms of being friends, because I fucking miss you.”
He sniffled, and it nearly broke Gavin’s heart, but he didn’t interrupt.
“If you decide you want to be with me, then great, I’ll take it from there. But it has to beyourchoice. You’re an adult. I can’t make this choice for you, baby.”
Then Gavin couldn’t believe what he did next. Porter kissed him on the forehead, grabbed his bag, dirty clothes, and keys…and left.
Gavin ran to the front door and peered through the viewfinder.
Sure enough…
