Page 11 of His First Deep Snow
The pressure on his chest squeezed harder.
All further thought fled Reece’s head at the first touch of bare hands on his ass.
Here it came - Lance was going to eat his words. No way in hell he thought Reece’s ass was hot.
“Oh yeah, this is the stuff.” Lance sounded like a junkie getting their first hit in weeks.
Reece’s ass was squeezed and kneaded. His cheeks were spread, Lance’s thumbs going tantalizingly deep. The thumbs were in virgin territory… and it felt good. Forbidden. It set Reece’s nerves alight.
Reece pressed his fingers against the glass so hard the tips turned white.
It was hard not to shrink away. This was his most hated feature, getting examined up close! Despite everything Lance said, Reece still braced himself for an insult.
“That’s it. I can’t take it anymore,” Lance said. “I need to-”
“Ow!” Reece yelped. Loud. “Dude!”
Did Lance just bite his ass!?
Lance had the balls to shush him!
“You’re the one who-”
“Brooks and Corey, remember? You’re so noisy. Keep it up, and I’ll have to do something about it.”
Reece’s stomach did a little flip. His mouth tingled with a phantom sensation of Lance’s hand pressing down. Reece’s dick pulsed with interest.
It sent his mind back a few hours… and to the fear that had stopped him from leaning into Lance post orgasm.
Who was he kidding? He couldn’t do this. Lance might be able to suck dick and stay friends, but that wasn’t Reece. He’d find some way to ruin things. He always did.
He needed to put an end to this before it got out of hand.
“You’re so weird. You done examining my ass? Can we get back to studying?”
“Huh? You don’t want- are you seriously turning down a blowjob? Fromme!?”
Now who needed to be quiet?
“Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but I know my ass isn’t that great. You gave up the game when you laid it on so thick.”
“You still don’t believe me? Man, if I ever meet the girls who made you this insecure about your ass I’ll- I’ll- dump my iced coffee on them!”
That was a serious threat. Lance loved his iced coffees.
“How can I prove to you I’m being for real?”
“I dunno.” Reece stared out at the heavy flakes slowly blanketing the ground in a heavy sheet. What he wouldn’t give to be out there right now.
“What if I… I’ve got it! Get on your hands and knees.”
That made Reece turn around, forgetting that Lance had pulled his pants down, leaving his hard dick bobbing in Lance’s face.
“How is that going to prove anything?”
Why was he entertaining this? Lance was crazy.
“Just trust me. I have the perfect idea.”
