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Brad

I couldn’t believe I never realized how sexy Alex was.

Like, I said it about a million times already, but I meant it differently each time. Because I just kept seeing him do new stuff that blew my mind.

It wasn’t just because he was a huge guy who acted all withdrawn and shy except out on the ice.

It was the way he moaned, crying out, gasping my name as my thumb ringed his asshole while my other hand stroked his cock.

I was lying flat on the bed. We both stripped, and I made Alex climb on top of me. On all fours, his cock brushed my bare chest, his ass bouncing in my face while he sucked my cock between moans.

He weighed a ton, but he kept himself above me, the muscles of his thighs clenching and relaxing on either side of my head as he swayed with every touch. All I had to do was stroke his crack and he basically collapsed, choking out, giving me these weak little whimpers that made me want to do it again and again.

“Hey, has anyone seen your ass like this before?” I asked as I pressed my thumb against his pink hole.

He turned to look at me as much as he could. He didn’t need to answer; I could tell by the hardness of his jaw that it was a no.

“Has anyone pushed their fingers inside you?” I asked curiously, his asshole twitching around the tip of my thumb. “Fuck, Alex, has anyone licked your ass before?”

“Brad, please,” he rasped as his forehead bumped against my thigh, totally avoiding me. “Don’t say it like that.”

I burst out laughing at how cute it was.

“Oh my God,” I said, beaming at him, even though he couldn’t see me. “You mean I get to be the first person to give you a rimjob?”

“Don’t make fun of me,” he mumbled huffily, squeezing my cock as a warning.

My heart pitched low as I suddenly heard myself.

I was being an asshole again.

I had to stop doing that, or I was going to properly screw this up.

Alex kept letting me off with loads of shit, but there was only so much I could get away with before he ditched me forever.

I needed to remember if we were going to the NHL together , I still needed to get my place. And knowing I could see Alex like this again made me even more desperate to get drafted.

I placed a bite on his ass, and he yelped in surprise. I guessed no one else had even been near his ass, let alone bit him there.

“I’m not making fun of you, dude. I just want to know. We’re clearing a lot of firsts tonight. I love the fact I’m going to pop so many of your cherries.”

“What are you talking—” He didn’t get to finish his question as he shouted out.

He toppled forward, messily clutching my cock as I licked straight up his ass, balls to tailbone in one smooth line.

His arms shook as I went back to his asshole, and he made a strange, muffled sound. So, I pulled back for a second to check and see what was going on.

I had to shift his cock out of the way and peek through his thighs because I knew he wouldn’t show me if I asked.

And all I got was Alex pressing his lips so tight together that they were going white.

I traced the line with my gaze, thinking there would be an easy way to get him to open up.

“Hey,” I said, coming in closer as I rubbed the heel of my hand against his cock. “Are you holding yourself back?”

I brought my hand up to the tip of his cock, grinding down enough to get his pretty mouth open.

“Brad!” he gasped, his other hand flying out to grab my thigh as he bent forward.

He twisted so he could look at me properly, tremoring like an actual leaf as I kept grinding and grinding. I couldn’t fucking stop.

I needed to slow down or he was going to lose it, even though I wanted him to come undone. It was so hard, but I pulled my hand away, resting it on his ass, forcing myself not to lick him or stroke him or whatever.

I wanted to plunge into him so fucking badly, but the other times I went into it without thinking, I messed it up for him. I just wanted him to stay with me.

His fingers dug into my thigh, clasping me like I was his fucking life support.

“Brad…” he panted. His lips parted, nearly toppling me over as he thrust his ass back onto me so hard I didn’t know if I could breathe. “Brad, I didn’t…” he trailed off as his hips shook. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

My brain whited out as every drop of blood in my head went straight to my cock.

And I was back on his ass in a flash, flattening my tongue, licking every single bit of him I could reach. Fuck everything I just thought. If my best friend wanted his ass licked, it was my job to provide.

I grabbed his cock again, stroking him faster, licking his ass even quicker to get him shouting out for me.

“Brad,” he choked out as spread my tongue over him. “Brad, it’s so good.”

I groaned in reply. Nothing was sexier than when Alex was honest with me.

I never thought I’d say someone’s ass was delicious, but hearing Alex collapse for me like that was so sweet that I went for it again.

My neck craned upward; it was a strain, but I was putting in one hundred percent. No part of him was going unloved tonight, I’d make sure of it.

Lance would be like dust in the fucking wind by the time I was finished with Alex.

I went harder, and his balls hit my chin as I got to work, determined to make it the best ass-licking he’d ever have.

Even if he went on to have a hundred boyfriends after this, he’d never forget his first.

“Brad, I—”

I pressed my tongue harder and went for it. Licking, sucking, circling, learning each crease and ridge of his hole. Every moan sent me wild, and, to make it even worse, he was sloppily sucking me off while melting under my tongue.

He kept trying to take my cock deeper, but every time I licked him, he cried out so loudly that all he could do was lap at my head.

I was a fucking genius. I was going to add “world class ass-licker” to my resume when I left college.

“Brad, please. I need more. Do it harder.”

He was so open and vulnerable, and I was so sure he was only like that because it was me.

I groaned against him as I kept going. I stroked his cock as I licked him, his pre-cum getting thicker. From the way his ass bucked against my face, I was sure he was as close as I was.

“It’s perfect.” He gasped against my cock. “Your tongue feels so good, Brad,” he said shakily, still sucking on my tip. “Why does this feel so amazing?”

My mind went blank again as Alex pressed the hot tip of his tongue against my slit, just like I was doing with his ass. I couldn’t hold on when he was so shy and hungry at the same time.

He was moaning and gasping around my cock. This ten-ton guy that had always beaten me in absolutely everything we’d done was as soft as butter for me.

“It’s because it’s me, isn’t it?” I said, kissing his ass. I was close to laughing because it was so crazy, and I loved it. But I didn’t want to set his nerves off again.

If he lost his stride and backed out now, I was going to be on my knees begging him not to get angry with me again.

And then we could have our very first round of make-up sex, followed by our first make-up cuddle. And then I could give him his first make-up kiss. It would basically open the door to a hundred new firsts.

It was dead simple: we’d still be friends, but his ass would be way more involved.

“Yes,” he groaned as I got back into it. “It’s you, Brad. I’m so glad it’s you.”

I stilled, my face right in his ass just as he started bobbing over my cock, my heart pounding in my ears at the way he said it. Or maybe it was why he said it.

It was like I was thrown outside of my body. Or my body was full. Or just something to explain how the words swirling inside me were suddenly the most important things in the world. I needed to know that he wanted me, that he didn’t just want to screw around.

He wanted me .

“Brad?” his voice wavered. “What’s wrong?”

I’d been quiet for too long. I quickly caught myself, though now it felt ten times more awkward. How was I supposed to tell him I wanted this to be special when we were just fucking about?

“Nothing, dude. I’m just so into the way your hole is twitching for me. You just love my tongue that much, don’t you?”

He moaned as I licked him again, squeezing my eyes closed as he bent down, licking me, too.

Like, I’d never imagined doing this with another guy. It was only because it was Alex. Alex was the only guy who can make my cock hard like that. And Alex was the only guy who made me want to fuck him.

I pulled back from his ass. “Hey, Alex?” I asked, replacing my tongue with two fingers, circling his asshole again. “Do you like it like this?” I rubbed more, trying to get him to moan again. “Because I kinda want you to come right now. Like, I want to feel your ass clench around me, you know?”

Or clench around my dick.

Because I could totally see that happening. I could seriously fuck him. I just had to get him to turn around.

He burst out in another moan, and I wanted him to tell me again that it was because it was me. All me. That the only thing he ever wanted was me.

I groaned as I whipped my fingers away, shoving my tongue back on him.

“Brad,” he gasped in between the bobs of his head as I kept circling. “Brad.” He kissed the very tip of my cock. “Brad!” His hips shook as I pushed my tongue harder against his asshole.

“Brad, I can’t…This is too much…”

“No way, man. You can take way more. You can go hard on the ice; you’re gonna go hard for me now, too.”

All I needed was for him to keep shouting my name, and I’d shoot straight into his mouth.

If I hadn’t been so focused on making him come, I’d have blown my load already.

“Brad, I think I’m going to come.”

I wanted him to be screaming as he shot over me. Fuck the other guys in the other rooms. They were all at the bar, anyway.

I was spoiled for choice: carry on licking his ass, suck his cock and feel him come in my mouth, or stretch it out by licking his balls?

Obviously, I was going the ass route. But I still grabbed his cock, angling him so my thumb circled his tip just as I pushed into his ass. He relaxed, and I just slipped straight inside.

And he went wild.

The moment my tongue got even an inch in, he cried out loud enough for it to echo around the room. “Brad, no, I—”

And that’s when he burst.

His ass twitched around me as soon as I groaned, totally engulfed by the sweaty, pleasure-filled heat of my best friend coming all over me.

His cum covered my chest, his ass bouncing, his cock smearing it all over me like I was a fucking canvas for him to paint.

I didn’t even care about shooting my load, I just wanted to see how messed up I’d made him. I took pride in my work, after all.

“Brad…” he whimpered as he pulled back from my cock.

I wanted to kiss him when he was all weak and sexy for me.

He was still moaning, even after he’d come. His body shook as my cock sat against his cheek, his breaths heavy on my bent thighs.

“Hey, Alex,” I said as he pushed himself back up on all fours, his ass still hovering over my face. “Have you ever come in this position before?”

He twisted himself as I leaned outward, our gazes locking.

And he looked fucking amazing.

Like, I’d never thought of another man as straight up gorgeous before, but there was something about him that stole my breath. Maybe it was because he’d just come. Maybe it was because I was the one who made him come.

He was so fucking huge, but his soft hair had fallen over his shoulders and clung to the sweaty lines of defined muscle that I was always just a tiny bit jealous of.

And even after coming like that, he still looked scared and nervous, but he had pre-cum striped on his cheeks and a loose tear escaping to blend with it, and I wanted to devour every single inch of him because he was just so fucking perfect.

“Well, I haven’t come with anyone under me before,” he rasped as his thighs spasmed again.

I felt like I was caught in some kind of spell where time was slowing, and Alex was everything I ever wanted.

“But you’ve done it like this?” I asked.

He blushed even harder. I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any redder, considering he was lit up like brake lights, but he just kept going.

“With my fingers in my ass, yeah.”

All the air vanished from around me, and not just because of his ass in my face.

I was looking at him and imagining how he must have felt fingering himself all alone in his room. Because he must have done it in the house. He probably did it when I was sleeping above him, and he literally could have come and knocked on my door and I would have—

Alex sucked in a breath, and I realized I’d been quiet for too long.

“Well, do you want to do it, or should I?” I asked.

“W-what?”

“Dude, there’s no way I’m not gonna see fingers plunging into your ass after you’ve said that.”

His eyes widened, and he quickly turned away. If I could reach his shoulders, I would have made him look at me again.

“But I’ve already come,” he mumbled. “I can’t do it again.”

“You mean, you’ve never come twice in a row?” I asked, nearly choking as I understood what he was saying.

He shook his head, his hair falling like a curtain over his cheek.

I had to clench my thighs just to stop myself from thrusting up into him as my cock perked up again. “You mean, you’ve only ever come once? Ever, ever?”

“Why do you keep asking me things like that?” he asked as he lifted his head up again. It was like a sigh of relief, my muscles relaxing as he looked at me again. I just needed to know he was with me.

“I told you I haven’t done it before. Do you have to be so specific?”

“Yes.” I sat up more so I could show him how serious I was, even though he wasn’t actually looking at me. “Absolutely one hundred percent, yes. I need a bullet-pointed list of every single thing you haven’t done because, oh my God, Alex.” My breath whooshed from me as I thought about all the little things he probably hadn’t done yet, that I could do for him. “I literally can’t. Like… If I’d known earlier, man… We’ve got so much catching up to do.”

His hand stayed on my thigh, tensing and relaxing, his breathing slow. He gave me that look again, the one he had right before he sucked my dick. Like I’d hurt him or something. I didn’t get it, I thought we were having a great time.

“Alex… Don’t you want me to? You said yes to everything so far.”

“Yeah… No… I want you to. It’s just…” He bit his lip and my eyes nearly rolled. He had to realize how delectable he looked when he did that. He got me so horny, I was using words I’d never said out loud before.

“Come on, man. There’s no reason to be shy. After everything we’ve just done, showing me how your ass takes a few fingers is nothing.”

“Do you have to say it like that?”“Like what?”“Like, so…boldly.”

“Oh.” I paused, thinking back on how I’d been speaking to him. Maybe it was because I’d just been acting like I always did with him. I thought we were just kind of hanging out, but with more cock. But maybe he wanted it more romantic-like.

“So, how about if I said…” I lowered the pitch of my voice, placing a kiss on his ass cheek as I stroked his hole with a single finger.

“Alex,” I started, slowly, delicately, teasing him properly, “I want to see the way your ass swallows my fingers. I want you shaking and moaning so hard for me that you can’t do anything but let me fuck you.” I bit his ass cheek again, scraping my teeth over his muscle. “I want to reach so high inside you that you come without me touching your dick, because I’m just that good for you, aren’t I?”

I paused, waiting for his reaction, but he was totally still. It was so hard to tell what was happening for him when we were in this position.

“Alex? Does that work for you?”

I wanted an answer, something to tell me he liked it.

“Alex?”

And he whimpered in reply.

And, oh man, it was the best sound in the entire fucking world.

I moaned as I fell onto him again, licking hard, licking fast. I’d do whatever I could to get him to make every sexy noise under the sun.

Because my needy-as-fuck best friend was definitely coming more than once tonight.