Sorry, Bro (6 page)

How many times had they showered together in the locker room? And how many times had Tim stolen a glance at Bryce’s cock—and how many times had Bryce studied Tim’s hard, round ass—perhaps without even realising his strange attraction to Tim? Because, now, Bryce could not deny the powerful pull he felt as he raked his gaze upwards across Tim’s frame, starting at his large, well-arched feet, his fuzz-covered calves and bulging thighs, his dangling, pink balls peeking from behind a huge, pulsating cock. Bryce’s eyes widened as Tim leant down, the muscles in his arms and torso tightening and straining with power. He knelt on the floor and reached out to pull Bryce back towards him and to the edge of the couch.

Bryce laid one hand on Tim’s thick shoulder and used the other to stroke the stubble on his cheek, just under the stitches he had sutured himself back at the hospital. That gash must have caused quite a bit of pain. Silently, Bryce cursed the man who had attacked Tim, then thought better of it—he cursed himself for being such a bad friend. “I missed you, bro,” Bryce said. He cuffed Tim’s cheek playfully, who laughed and shot back, “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing, man.”

Tim gripped the base of Bryce’s shaft moving his hand slowly up and down, teasing the very upper portions of Bryce’s balls before stroking the head with his thick, sure fingers. Bryce groaned and tensed his legs against Tim’s sides.

“It’s okay, man, just relax,” Tim said before licking the very tip of Bryce’s dick. The sensation was warm, then suddenly cool air washed over him as Tim straightened. He laughed.

Bryce smiled back and answered with a twinge of guilt, “Sorry, bro, not much experience with this.”

Tim winked. “It’s okay. Just relax.” He gripped Bryce’s thighs and again lowered himself to take Bryce’s dick into his mouth. He swirled his tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft and, rhythmically, moved his lips back and forth until Bryce moaned deliriously. “Man, that feels so good.”

Bryce’s palms tingled as he ran his hands over the prickle of Tim’s light hair and around the outline of the man’s soft ears. The feeling of Tim’s tongue sweeping across his balls and down towards his ass was indescribably satisfying. He closed his eyes and raised his legs slightly, thrilled at the sensation of Tim’s mouth pushing gently between his cheeks, before Tim dragged back up across Bryce’s balls and over the length of his erection.

Tim stopped and used Bryce’s thighs for support as he hitched himself up and forward, leaning fully over Bryce’s body, which quivered ecstatically beneath him.

“How’s the bed sound?”

“Sure, man,” Bryce responded eagerly. He pushed himself forward from the overstuffed pillows lining the back of the couch, pressing the length of his torso against Tim’s. He could feel the outline of each powerful, flexed muscle, tensed with strength and anticipation. Tim caught Bryce’s shoulders in a strong grip and shoved him down, before snaking his arms beneath Bryce’s lower back and lifting him straight up.

Bryce laughed. Tim was muscular and tall—so he’d always been strong. Gripping Tim’s shoulders with his hands and the man’s sides with his legs, Bryce thought of how he had always been somewhat jealous of Tim. Tim had been the star baseball player on the team. And while Bryce was also tall, toned and athletic, he could never quite match his best friend.

Bryce hung on as Tim lumbered the few feet from the couch to the plain bed, draped in white sheets.

Groaning, Bryce squeezed his legs tighter around Tim’s midsection, enjoying the intensely electric sensation of their swollen rods pressing together. Tim’s dick looked impossibly large, but felt even larger as it slipped hard into Bryce’s groin and nestled against his balls. The feeling of short, groomed hairs, soft balls and firm length excited Bryce’s senses in a way that he had never quite felt before, and before he knew it, Tim had laid him softly on the sheets, and was looking down at him with a hungry, blue gaze.

Bryce ran his hands across Tim’s smooth chest, up across his shoulders and around his neck before drawing Tim down into a deep, demanding kiss.

Tim laughed again and pulled away with “Relax, bro” as he wet his finger with saliva and pushed Bryce’s legs back and upwards.

Bryce caught his breath as Tim used his finger to probe between his cheeks. The pressure was both completely foreign and pleasurable. Tim pushed Bryce’s legs farther back and leant down, teasing Bryce’s balls with his tongue, then sweeping it down over Bryce’s ass. Bryce gasped with pleasure and looked wide-eyed up at Tim as his face reappeared. He rested his calves on Tim’s shoulders and placed his hands behind his head, thinking of nothing but the delicate pressure on his opening and the warmth of Tim’s body washing over him. Tim fingered him harder, and Bryce clenched his muscles, involuntarily squeezing Tim’s neck with his ankles.

Tim laughed. “You okay, man?”

“Hey, that’s nice—but I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

Tim nodded slowly and moved his eyes down Bryce’s body. He spit into each of his palms and then lifted Bryce’s dick from its resting place on his stomach. Holding the base with one slick palm, Tim used his other hand to stroke the shaft, teasing the foreskin that had been pulled to the base of the head.

Bryce closed his eyes and locked his feet behind Tim’s neck. The tickle of the man’s short hair felt good on his ankles, and the prickling of his stubble sparked against his calves. The pressure between his legs was so good—so incredibly good. He exhaled heavily and unevenly, savouring the delectable sensation, moaning as Tim hitched himself forward and buried the length of his throbbing erection along the valley between his ass cheeks.

The pressure of Tim’s dick and two hands all at once was too much.

The pressure grew, suddenly, spreading from his ass to his balls, up and outward Bryce’s muscles clenched as cum spurted upwards across his chest and he cried out. “Oh, fuck, bro, hell yeah!” Tim laughed in response, and as Bryce opened his eyes, he unhooked his ankles from around Tim’s shoulders and lowered them to the bed.

“Enjoyed that?”

Bryce gasped, smiled and nodded. His chest was wet, and he closed his eyes as Tim mopped the glistening dampness up with a shirt, which he then discarded.

“Here, try this,” Tim said, as he pulled Bryce into a sitting position and sprawled onto his back. “Want to suck me off?”

Bryce turned and straddled Tim’s legs. The huge cock quivered below him, slick with sweat, and oozing with pre-cum. Bryce leant down and licked the tip. He saw Tim’s stomach and thigh muscles tighten and heard his breath quicken.

Bryce felt a twinge in his stomach and hesitated. Not that Bryce hadn’t done it before—indeed, it had been less than twenty-four hours since he had last held an erect member in his mouth. Yet, Tim’s was much longer and thicker, and strangely, Bryce was nervous that he would hurt Tim somehow. Or that Tim…wouldn’t like it.

As Bryce paused, Tim ruffled his hair. “You okay, bro?”

Bryce nodded and reached down, squeezing the base of Tim’s shaft. Tim gasped, and Bryce leant down again, swirling his tongue over the head of the uncut cock, letting his saliva drip down the shaft, working the slick liquid over the warm, pliant skin. While it was large, Bryce felt satisfied with how it filled him and pressed firmly against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Tim moved his hips gently upwards, pushing his dick deeper into Bryce.

Without warning, Tim arched his back and slapped the bed with both hands. “I’m about to come.”

Bryce drew the length of the shaft slowly from between his lips, stroking vigorously with his right hand as he moved his face away, then watched the white cum spray straight into the air and speckle Tim’s hard stomach.

Bryce laughed and lifted himself onto all fours, moving forward before dropping onto his side beside Tim. He ran his hand across Tim’s arm and onto his chest, where he felt Tim’s heart beating impossibly fast.

Tim looked up at Bryce. “Man, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Bryce smiled. He realised that he had too, and for the first time, he didn’t feel guilty looking Tim straight in the eyes. Feeling guilty wouldn’t have done him good anyhow. But now, he had brought himself to do what he hadn’t been able to do eight years before. And the result was completely unexpected—mind-blowingly awesome sex.

Bryce kissed Tim lingeringly, enjoying his warmth and masculine scent.

Tim smiled and leant back. “That was awesome,” he breathed. “But I guess you had some practice, huh? How was he—that doctor—in bed?” he asked playfully.

Bryce stared, stunned, then blushed.

How had he known?

Bryce knew Tim could read the confusion on his face. “I was trapped in a damn hospital for three days. I didn’t do nothing that whole time.” He laughed again. “Hey, that doctor’s a nice guy. Handsome.”

Bryce’s ears felt hot. He stammered, “It was sort of an accident, man. It just kinda happened.”

“Hey,” Tim said, touching a finger to Bryce’s lips to silence him. “Bro, I knew how scared you were the first time. I know how scared you probably still were. It’s cool to have someone to open up to.”

Bryce sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. If anything, Tim’s magnanimity was even more embarrassing. Eight years ago, Bryce had been so afraid of one small kiss that he had shut Tim out. He had abandoned his best friend. But yesterday, a stranger had ravished Bryce in less than an hour. What did that say about him?
Fucking manwhore
, he thought mercilessly. Both of us, fucking
manwhores
.

“How did it come up?”

Tim raised his eyebrows. “Well, I asked about you. I remembered seeing you in the ER, man—I wasn’t not going to ask about you. And then, well, I started asking more questions, he got all weird, and then it sorta came out.”

“Man, I’m sorry,” Bryce said.

Tim hugged Bryce to his chest. “What the hell do you have to be sorry about, bro? I’m just glad to see you.”

Tim. Tim, Tim, Tim
. He had a practically uncanny gift for making Bryce’s worries seem trivial, at best.

“Thanks, man. It’s good to see you.” Bryce closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of Tim’s masculine bulk, his warmth and the soft, rhythmic brush of his calloused hands across his arms and side as Bryce drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Bryce jumped awake at the sound of pounding on his door. He sat up and glanced over at Tim, who simply raised his eyebrows.

“Pull the covers over your head, man,” Bryce ordered as he tugged his shorts up to his waist and fastened his belt. “They seem pretty insistent. Maybe the lady downstairs wants her keys back, or the landlord’s got his panties in a twist.” Bryce padded across the room with bare feet and cracked the door just barely, peering out into the fading light. “Yeah?”

Bryce’s eyes widened.
Adrian. Fucking Adrian
. Bryce sighed, pushed the door open another few inches and slid out onto the porch, slamming the door behind him. If Tim asked, he’d explain later. His face felt hot, and his ears burnt with embarrassment. Perhaps it was because he had been able to open up to Adrian and not Tim? Or was it simply that he had gone from straight to fooling around with two guys in as many days?

Adrian knitted his eyebrows and set his jaw. He had come straight from work and still wore his hospital scrubs.

“Adrian, man, what are you doing here?” Bryce demanded. His hand still rested on the latch to the screen, as if that would help keep the door shut if Tim decided to come out—or somehow keep him from overhearing any of their conversation.

Adrian shook his head. “Bryce…” He paused and licked his lips. “I tried to call, but you haven’t answered all day.”

Again, Bryce felt a twinge of embarrassment. He fished inside his pocket for his phone, retrieved the plastic device and flipped it open. The LCD screen glowed weakly in the fading light. Two missed calls and a message. Bryce released a growl of annoyance—not at Adrian, he knew, but at himself or being so careless. Why did he think he could push past Adrian in the locker room the night after an intimate encounter and think it would lead to nothing? There was no reason to be so cold and careless, even if they were just friends, or buds, or whatever the two of them may have called it.

Adrian looked beautiful in the twilight. The slanting sun outlined his short beard, giving his masculine jaw a defined, etched look. Bryce studied him closely. He couldn’t deny the attraction.

“I wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything to upset you,” Adrian said. “Are we okay?” His voice was deep and smooth, but matter-of-fact.

“Yeah, man, we’re fine,” Bryce replied. “Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow, huh? We’ll talk then.” Bryce tugged at the screen door latch just as Tim peeked his head and broad, freckled shoulders past the edge of the interior wooden door.

Adrian raised his eyebrows, then smiled almost imperceptibly before drawing his hand over his mouth in a half-feigned attempt to stroke his beard.

Bryce turned and said in a low, even tone. “Tim, gimme a sec, huh, bro?”

Tim looked past Bryce, and he met Adrian’s gaze. He nodded in greeting.

Adrian nodded back. “How are you feeling?”

“Can’t complain,” Tim said, as Bryce crossed his arms over his chest.

Bryce’s first instinct was to order Tim back inside and ask Adrian to leave. But now that Tim was outside, it would look suspicious to dismiss a guest perfunctorily.