Crossroads Page 31



He could almost swear he heard Nick’s heart beating. The man looked like he might make a run for it...but then his eyes drifted down Bryce’s body, to his very obvious bulge, and said, “Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but what about you? If you need to see me, I need to see you.”

The words made his cock jerk again. Bryce’s own heart sped up and he figured Nick could probably hear his as well. He was nervous, fucking nervous, when he’d never been scared about any sexual experience in his life. Every one of them with Nick freaked him out...but he wanted them, too. Wanted them enough to say, “Okay,” and rip the top sheet and blanket off the bed. He knew if he didn’t just go for it, Nick wouldn’t, so Bryce pushed his underwear down his legs and kicked them to the floor. His erection bobbed against his stomach, a thin line of pre-come dropping from the tip and touching his abs.

“Holy shit,” Nick whispered, eyes on Bryce’s erection. “I’ve never...”

“I know. Now, you’re not being fair. You get to look; I want to look, too. Take off the shorts. Let me see the dick that I rubbed off against last night.” He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt. Not that he wasn’t secure in what he wanted, because he really fucking was, but there was nothing about being with Nick that felt familiar to him.

“We’re not easing our way into this, are we?” For the first time since Bryce stripped, Nick looked somewhere other than Bryce’s dick, and held Bryce’s eyes.

“We’re going slow. How are we not going slow? We haven’t even touched each other yet. Not really.” He took a deep breath and added, “Let me see you, Nick. For the first time in my life, there’s another dick that’s just as important as mine. Show me.” And then Bryce went for it. He spit in his hand, wrapped a fist around his painful erection, and started to stroke.

“God damn...” Bryce smiled at what sounded like amazement in Nick’s voice. “You’re leaking.”

“I bet you are, too. Is there a wet spot on those shorts? Take them off.” Bryce didn’t stop working his dick as he spoke. He sucked in a sharp breath when Nick lay down beside him again, held his hips up and pushed down the black shorts. His erection sprang free—thick and full of veins. The head was purple and spilling out pre-come. Again, fucking thick. Did they really make cocks that thick?

Nick’s balls were big, full and heavy as they sat below his dick. His pubic hair was darker than the hair on his head, and Bryce had the sudden urge to lean over and inhale. He wanted to know what Nick smelled like down there. If it was all sex, the way he looked. “I don’t know what to say. I’m caught between, holy fuck, that’s a big-ass dick, and, Christ, you’re sexy as hell. Stroke it. Tell me what you like to do.”

Bryce had never had a problem with his cock. He was long, had decent girth and he knew how to fuck. He had no problems working his dick and bringing people to orgasm, but Nick was much thicker than he was. Much.

All thoughts fled from his mind when Nick spit in his hand before fisting his erection and pulling on it. With his other hand, he reached for his balls, playing with them.

“Um...my nuts...I like ‘em played with. Pulled on a little. I edge myself sometimes and then wrap my fingers around my balls so I can’t come too soon.” So obviously he was ignoring the big dick thing.

Bryce’s whole body shuddered. “Holy fuck, I think that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“What...what about you?” Nick asked, still fucking his own hand and playing with his balls. Bryce wanted to know how hot his cock was, how heavy his sac would be in his hand.

“My head is really sensitive. When I’m getting blown, I like a lot of attention there, a tongue swirling around me, or I get my hand nice and wet and play with the head.”

Bryce tightened his hold on his erection as he saw Nick start to jerk himself faster.

“I want you to be the one to touch me next time. Will you do that? Play with the head of my cock? I’ll play with your balls the way you like.”

Nick let out a loud moan, thick, white semen shooting out of his dick and onto his chest. “Fuck. Oh, fuck, I didn’t mean to lose it that quickly.” But he kept jerking, kept squirting.

It was enough to send Bryce over the edge with him. He spilled his own load, the first shot going up his chest, the second pooling in his navel as his balls emptied.

They didn’t speak...just lay there in Bryce’s bed not touching each other, covered in come. Finally, Bryce said, “If I didn’t have a Dyna FxdL at the shop waiting on me to work on, I’d stay home.”

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