Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Impossible.”
“I beg to differ. But now I’ve really got to empty my balls too.” He opened his pants, but Colby’s hand on his stopped him.
“Take your clothes off. I want you to finish by my hand.”
Vince smiled. He liked the sound of that.
They chuckled again while they stripped. He couldn’t say why they were laughing, but with Colby it was like they didn’t need an actual reason.
They kissed as they made their way to the bed, fell on top of it together.
Vince grabbed the lube from the nightstand, dribbling some onto his cock. “It’s not going to take long. You have me so turned on.”
Colby’s mouth took his, tongue pushing inside as he wrapped a hand around Vince’s shaft. Each stroke sent Vince higher and higher, drove him into oblivion before his body arched off the bed, light exploding behind his eyelids, his load shooting from his balls to land on his belly.
“Told you I was close,” he said, and then, to his surprise, watched while Colby leaned down and licked Vince’s release off his stomach.
His dick twitched again at the sight, and Vince pulled Colby to him and kissed him.
“This is going to be so much fun,” Colby told him.
Vince fell asleep with a smile on his face and his friend in his arms.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Colby
“I’m having sex with Vince,” Colby blurted to Clint while the two of them were hiking.
Clint tripped on a rock and nearly fell, Colby reaching out to catch him. “Warn a guy, would you?”
Colby chuckled. He and Vince had been home for a week now. They’d slept in the same bed every night, and Vince had blown him more than once since then. Colby had even returned the favor. Sure, he wasn’t as good at it as Vince, but his friend seemed to enjoy it, and Colby realized that giving head was really fucking fun.
“Sorry. I just needed to share it with someone. The people I talk to the most now are Vince and you, and clearly Vince already knows. And you said before that I can come to you…”
“Absolutely. I’m always here for you for anything. I just didn’t expect to hear that right at this moment. Clearly, you’re okay with it? Not having any confusion or anything?”
Colby shook his head. He was definitely into the sex. He liked Vince’s dick, liked the fact that he was a man too. “No, no confusion.” Not about the sex part, at least. “I’m not surprised I’m bi…or pan…or whatever I am. I’ve been wondering a little if I’m queer.” It started before Vince had moved here. There had been the high school jerk-off thing, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized how much he’d truly watched the other guy. How much he’d enjoyed it. Then, there was the breakup with Lulu—he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t been able to love her, just like he hadn’t been able to love any of the other women before her. He couldn’t work through how to say that to Clint, though, didn’t want his friend to think there was something wrong with him for not seeming capable of that feeling in a romantic way.
“And now you obviously have the answer to that.”
“I do.” He grinned. He really fucking liked being attracted to men, having sex with men—or at least with Vince, since he hadn’t tried it with another guy yet.
“Are you guys together? Dating?”
His stomach dropped. Why was that the first thing people asked? Why did it always have to go back to a relationship, finding that person you’re supposed to be with forever. Maybe that wasn’t the case for everyone, maybe they didn’t all have a person, and maybe some people didn’t want one. That was okay too.
“No. Just friends.” He stepped over a rock on the trail. “Neither of us wants a relationship. I don’t think I’ll ever want one,” he hedged, waiting to see if Clint would look at him like he was broken.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to. Hell, if it wasn’t for August, I never would have settled down with someone.”
But that wasn’t what he didn’t get. Now that Clint had August, he could romantically love him, and Colby didn’t think it was possible for him.
“It’s easy with Vince. There’s no pressure. We trust each other. Have fun. I can be honest with him, and he feels the same. We do this as long as we want to, and then if one of us isn’t feeling it anymore, we stop.”
Clint pumped his brows at Colby. “Famous last words. I’m pretty sure everyone says or thinks that before they realize they’re in love.”
Another pang landed in his chest. Clint didn’t mean anything by it; the assumption was one everyone made. The default in life was that everyone should want love or would eventually find the person they loved romantically, and Colby was proof that wasn’t the case.