Page 25 of The Bro Date (Best Bros Forever #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

TOBY

I stare at the flesh-colored, silicone dildo in my hands, Tate’s wise words echoing in my head.

Be ready for him.

Shane’s and my relationship has been steadily progressing, and I don’t want to get to the point where I’m not prepared for the next step.

Penetration.

Tate said I need to practice, so that’s what I’m going to do.

Shane’s at work until ten tonight, and I finally mustered up the courage to open the package from Tate that arrived weeks ago. He said I could call him if I had questions, but it’s pretty obvious what I’m supposed to do with this, given the large bottle of lube he sent with it.

As I’m stroking the dildo, feeling the weight of it in my hands and contemplating whether I can take it or not, the door to my bedroom suddenly swings open.

Shane stands frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes wide and unblinking.

“Y-you’re home early,” I stammer, fumbling with the dildo before successfully hiding it behind my back.

“I am.” Shane is so tense that I think he might be shocked back into being straight until he finally speaks. “Have you ever used that thing before?”

The question is curious with a hint of concern, but no judgement in sight. He’s as calm as ever.

“Um. No. I just opened it.” I point to the cardboard box on the ground by my feet. “It was a gift . . .”

Shane growls under his breath, narrowing his eyes and stalking toward me.

“From Tate!” I add quickly before he gets the wrong idea and thinks it’s from someone else.

“How do you use that alone without hurting yourself?” The concern on his face is both hot and mortifying, and for some reason, the slight embarrassment makes me even hornier.

“Do you really want the details?” I ask, not sure he’s ready for the logistics of gay sex. Not that I’ve had any experience either.

Shane nods, lust gleaming in his dark stare and melting my last remaining defenses.

“Lots of lube and stretching first,” I inform him. Heat radiating from my entire body.

“Stretching?” he asks, the open curiosity in his question makes my cock thicken in my shorts, and I know he can see it.

“Y-yeah. With my fingers.”

I can see the moment it clicks for him. That I’m talking about stretching my hole with my fingers. His gaze turns feral, his nostrils flaring like a predator ready to ravish his prey. And that prey is me.

“Show me,” he demands.

“W-what?”

He can’t possibly mean what I think he means.

“I want to see. Want to watch.”

Fire erupts in my cheeks, but I need to clarify. “You . . . you want to watch me finger myself?”

Shane nods, his dark eyes swirling with a carnal sort of hunger. He sits in the desk chair, wheeling it over to get a front row view of the action.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” I admit.

Shane places a hand on top of my shaky one, steadying me. “Neither have I, Tobes. It’s okay. Just do what feels right. Forget I’m even watching,” he whispers encouragingly, opening the bottle of lube and setting it on the nightstand.

“How should I do it?” I ask vulnerably, knowing he’s going to be watching the first time I ever try this.

Shane thinks for a moment. “Lie on your back and bend your knees up toward your chest.”

I strip down and do as instructed, completely exposing myself to Shane in a way I never have before. It’s thrilling and hot and a little scary, too.

He rubs my shin reassuringly. “You’re doing great. You look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs, making me gasp when he squeezes lube over my hole, dribbling the cool liquid down my crease. “Touch yourself, baby. I wanna see you stretch that hole.”

I whimper at his dirty talk, hesitantly reaching between my legs and gently circling my opening. I tense up, unfamiliar with the sensation.

“Just relax,” Shane encourages, squirting more lube on my wandering fingers.

I press against my hole, and a single finger slips in easily. Grunting at the odd intrusion, I probably make a really unattractive face.

“So hot,” Shane whispers breathlessly, and the pure reverence in his voice is the only thing spurring me on.

I start to move my finger, slowly pushing it further before pulling back and adding a second.

Hissing at the stretch, I reach down and give my cock a tug, adding pleasure to the full and somewhat uncomfortable feeling in my ass.

But as my body relaxes and loosens up, I start to enjoy it more and more.

“Another, baby. This toy is a lot bigger than your fingers. I wanna see you stretch yourself.”

I add a third finger, practically howling as I stretch my body to its limits and push through the slight sting of pain.

“Holy fucking shit,” Shane murmurs in awe as I slowly push three fingers all the way inside my ass until only my thumb and pinky are sticking out. I pause, tipping my head back while I stroke my cock faster until my thighs shake, and I can barely hold them up.

Shane stands up, pushing my legs even farther back and holding them for me. The new angle causes me to hit some sort of magical button inside my ass, and I cry out, painting my stomach and chest with my cum.

I very carefully slip my fingers out, whimpering at the loss of fullness.

Shane keeps my legs pushed back, and I can feel his eyes glued to my body. “Fuck, butterfly. Your hole is stretched so beautifully and still pulsing. Let me do the next part?”

“ Please, ” I pant, my chest heaving and my cock already excited again. The mere thought of Shane fucking me with my new dildo has my brain misfiring and incapable of words.

My secret fantasy is about to come true.

He grabs the dildo and drizzles lube all over it, then squirts more on my open hole.

The cool liquid feels nice against my sensitive flesh.

“Ready?” he asks, and I nod, locking eyes with him as he presses the large, blunt head of the toy to my opening.

“Breathe in,” he says, and I listen, taking a big lungful of oxygen.

“Now out.” As soon as the air begins to leave my lungs, Shane pushes the dildo into me.

“Bear down,” he encourages, and the toy pushes past the tight ring of muscle.

The oddest noise leaves my throat, like when you try to scream after expelling all the air in your lungs.

Shane pauses for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath before he continues the intrusion. He keeps going until my new toy is fully inside me, filling me up and stretching me to the max. “You okay? Doesn’t hurt?”

I shake my head frantically. “So full,” I moan.

He traces a finger around my rim, tickling the sensitive flesh. “I wish you could see how fucking sexy you are. All stretched out and loose for me.”

Oh God.

I wish I could see it too.

I’m not going to last.

Shane starts moving the toy, pushing and pulling it inside my ass.

“Shane,” I whine, unsure what I’m even asking for as he continues to peg my prostate with the soft, silicone toy.

He reaches over, not breaking his rhythm, and grabs something from the nightstand. The toy in my ass suddenly comes to life, vibrating intensely and tickling my new favorite spot.

“ Unghhh! ” I cry out, my voice shaking as he cycles through the different modes. I forgot it had a remote control and a million settings. I need to thank Tate later because I’m hanging on by a thread, and I never want this sensation to end.

I can’t even imagine how good it would feel if Shane actually fucked me.

The mere thought of my best friend pulling out the toy and fucking me has a flood of precum oozing out of my slit and dripping onto my abdomen.

“Gonna come,” I grunt, my body shaking with the force of Shane fucking me with the vibrating toy.

“Do it,” he demands, leaning down and swallowing my cockhead.

The high-pitched squeal that leaves my throat would normally embarrass me, but I’m too far gone to care. The dual sensation of my ass being filled and my cock being sucked has me instantly exploding. Shane sucks me through my orgasm until the final wave rocks me.

“ Holy fucking shit, ” I murmur, wincing when Shane turns off the toy and slowly slips it out.

That was intense and incredible and ten times better than the fantasy in my head.

I’ve never come that hard in my life, and I can feel my hole pulsing with aftershocks. I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t even care. I want to remember this feeling forever.

“What about you?” I ask, glancing down at the large tent in his pants.

“I’ll be fine,” he lies, pressing the heel of his palm into his hard-on and grimacing.

“No, you won’t,” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “You . . . you could jerk off on me again if you want?” I offer. “I really like that.”

“ Where? ” he growls, his voice deep and rough with lust.

“Anywhere you want,” I reply with a husky tone that sounds nothing like me.

I guess I’m a horny, needy little slut when it comes to Shane.

I watch as his pupils dilate, his intense brown eyes turning solid black like a man possessed. “ Anywhere? ” he asks just to be sure, and I nod slowly, chewing on my lower lip as my dick starts to thicken for a third freaking time.

Shane tugs his pajama pants down, his hard cock springing free and slapping his lower abdomen obscenely.

He starts to stroke himself, staring at me intently while I continue to lean back with my knees bent and my feet flat on the bed.

He grips my shin and pushes my knees back, exposing me once again.

I gasp when he presses his tip against my opening and starts to jerk off.

With each bump and jab of his cock against my tender flesh, I get more and more desperate for him to fuck me.

“ Fuck me, Shane, ” I beg. “Please, just stick it in and fill me up. My hole is ready.” I pull my knees back even more, practically folding myself in half and completely submitting to him.

“Not tonight,” he pants. His jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, attempting to hold himself back from fucking me, while I continually beg for it.

The veins in his neck protrude, and the tip of his cock just barely presses into me.

My outer muscles squeeze the life out of his crown as he teeters on the edge without penetrating me.

Shane continues to beat his dick until his thighs tense up and he stiffens, shooting load after load directly into my open hole.

Most of it drips out, but not all of it. I marvel at the feel of it.

“You like it when I come inside you?” Shane murmurs, scooping up his cum and pushing some back in with two fingers.

I whimper, feeling like I just finished a marathon, and I need to crash. “Yeah,” I breathe out, a pile of boneless flesh. “ A lot. ”

“Good. ’Cause next time I won’t hold back. I’m going to fuck you so good, Toby.”

I swallow thickly, already desperate and excited for next time.