by Zane Menzy
Garth gave a half-nod. “Yeah. That was good.”
“What about you? What was your favourite?”
“I think it was probably when you told me I was a good kisser.”
Keegan gulped. He had forgotten all about that. The words had just slipped out without meaning to. “Oh yeah, that.”
“So you liked me kissing you?” Garth grinned.
“Why do I get the feeling you are never going to let me forget saying that.”
“More like you will never forget how good it was.” Garth gave him a self-satisfied look.
“There’s that modesty of yours we all know and love.”
“You know it.” Garth pointed his finger up, pretending to blow smoke from a gun. “But you didn’t answer my question. Did you like kissing me?”
“Isn’t that the same thing as saying you’re a good kisser?”
Garth shook his head. “Not always.”
Keegan bugged his eyes and stared back with a silly look on his face. “Yes, Garth. You’re a good kisser and I also enjoyed kissing you.”
Garth almost looked like he was about to blush. He turned his head slightly and began to nod. “That’s fucking awesome.”
“Okay, weirdo.” Keegan looked at his friend stood there with a goofy grin on his face. “I need to crash so I’ll see you in the morning or more likely afternoon.” He walked away to go to the bedroom he was staying in.
“Hey, Keegan.”
“Yeah?” Keegan spun back ‘round.
“I lied,” Garth looked at the floor, rubbing his heels together. “that wasn’t my favourite part of the evening.”
“Oh.” Keegan didn’t know why Garth had to correct himself.
“My favourite part was actually kissing you. Not you complimenting me.”
Keegan tugged at his shirt, feeling nervous by the way Garth was looking at him. The guy seemed to enjoy playing these games. “Thanks man. Night.” Keegan smiled and walked away again. He opened the door to his room and switched the bedside lamp on. He stripped his shirt off and sat down on the bed to take his shoes off. As he stripped his socks off his feet a light knock flew its way through the room. He looked up and saw Garth standing in the doorway. “Did you need something?”
Garth shrugged. “I dunno.”
“Okay. You’re the one standing there so only you know why you’re here.” Keegan laughed and stood up, unbuttoning his jeans. He shimmied them down his legs and stepped out of them so he was only in his underwear.
“Would it be okay if I joined you?” Garth asked in a soft voice.
“Excuse me?”
“Can I join you?”
Keegan threw his head back and groaned. “Garth, it isn’t funny anymore. There is a time and place for cock teasing, and it isn’t here and now.” He pulled back the duvet and slipped into bed. He waved at Garth who still stood in the doorway. “Maybe tomorrow, Valentino.”
“I’m not cock teasing. I just want to sleep beside you.”
“Dude, come on. I’m tired and this joke is old.”
“I’m not joking,” Garth said. His cheeks speckled with a light blush. “I would like to share the bed. Maybe we can kiss some more? If you wanted to that is.”
Keegan sat up, resting on his elbows. “You’re serous? You wanna share a bed with me?”
Garth nodded.
Keegan narrowed his eyes analysing the way Garth stood there with slouched shoulder. Is he for real? “Are you wanting sex?”
Garth’s eyes bulged. “No. not sex. Just... kissing, cuddling.”
“I thought you were straight and all about above the bloody waist.”
Garth ran a hand through his hair looking flustered. “I’m not saying I want to do stuff below my waist.”
“So basically you are cock teasing. But in the politest way possible.”
“Nar, man. I just don’t want to commit to something I may not be able to follow through with.”
Keegan’s pulse quickened. This felt like a step towards something new. “What are you saying?”
“I am saying that if I were to let a guy go below the waist then it would be a guy a lot like yourself.” Garth chewed on his lip. His voice lowered, “It would be you.”
“Okay then. If you are being serious and aren’t making fun of me, then sure, you can sleep in the bed with me.”
Garth’s eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“Yes. But on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“You sleep with no clothes on.” Keegan waited for Garth to laugh and run away. This game of chicken cock tease was being exposed one way or another.
Garth laughed. “Naked?”
“That’s what no clothes means doesn’t it?”
“But you have your briefs on. That doesn’t seem fair.”
Keegan sighed. “Okay, Garth. Good night.”
“Hold up, moody arse,” Garth chuckled. “I know you think I’m teasing but I ain’t.” He pulled his shirt up over his body and dropped it to the floor. He flung his shoes off then whipped his pants off. He stood there in just a pair of red boxer briefs as he hoisted one foot up at a time to remove his socks. Keegan was speechless, he couldn’t believe what Garth was doing. Garth may not have a gym-toned body like Damon or Liam but under the dim light of the lamp he still radiated sex appeal. The soft bulge prodding Garth’s underwear was enticing and Keegan hungered to see it. “Scoot over,” Garth said as he stood at the edge of the bed.
Keegan slid over and held the blanket up for his mate who promptly lay down beside him. “I didn’t expect you to do that.”
“I know you didn’t,” Garth said, lifting his bum up. His hands disappeared under the blanket as he hunched forward and returned holding his underwear. He swung his briefs around like a lasso, flinging them across the room. “Now I am naked as requested.” He rolled onto his side and stared Keegan in the eyes.
Keegan looked at Garth’s face, admiring the way his lip curled up in a sexy sneer. “You know how I said you weren’t my type?”
Garth nodded.
“Well… I may have been exaggerating that a little bit.”
“Really?” Garth narrowed his eyes. “As soon as I’m naked in your bed you say you fancy me?”
“Ha. Let’s not go too far.”
“Admit it, blondie.” Garth rubbed Keegan’s leg with his foot. “You want me.”
“Says the one who asked to hop in bed with me and is feeling my leg up.”
Garth stopped touching him with his foot and laughed without smiling.
“And yes. I fancy you.” Keegan reached out and brushed Garth’s fringe down to cover his eyes. “But I still think you need a haircut.”
Garth huffed his fringe back in place. “I will do if you keep pulling that vision blocking move.”
Keegan dropped his gaze to Garth’s pale chest, admiring the few stray wispy hairs that lived there.
“Typical male,” Garth said. “Looking at my tits.”
Keegan smiled “Is it that obvious.”
“Yep. Just a little.” Garth stroked Keegan’s face. “It’s okay though.” His breath poured across Keegan’s nostrils. The smell of liquor was undeniable. It probably explained Garth’s stupidity for wanting to join him in bed.
Does he not know he’s feeding himself to a lion?
Keegan’s chest hitched with a hot breath. Garth was there wanting cuddles and kisses. Keegan didn’t want that. He wanted more. Much, much more. Desire flared between his legs. The rush of blood to his cock was happening so fast he felt dizzy. He had had enough to drink to lose inhibitions and certainly enough to make some bad decisions. He wandered how far this could go.
“Did you wanna keep kissing?” Garth asked.
Keegan shook his head.
“Oh,” Garth said, sounding disappointed.
Keegan’s heart hammered as he said what he knew he shouldn’t. “I want to touch you. I wanna see your body.”
Garth laughed. “You can see me.”
; “No. I want to see all of you.”
“Is that so, blondie?” Garth’s voice came out in an adorable fashion but Keegan wasn’t interested in adorable. “Maybe another time, yeah?”
“Show me,” Keegan said. “I want to see.”
Garth didn’t react. He stayed on his side, staring at Keegan with disapproval in his eyes
“Show me,” Keegan repeated, wanting him to concede. “Let me see your cock.”
Garth sighed. He pushed the blanket back, exposing his nakedness. Keegan’s eyes trailed the length of Garth’s slender body. He honed his sight on his mate’s cock, which was surrounded by a nest of trimmed brown pubes. Garth wasn’t hard but he suspected he had a semi. Keegan smiled fiendishly, approving of what he saw. “How big does it get when your fully hard?” Garth hesitated to respond so Keegan pushed again. “How big?”
“6 inches,” Garth replied. “Just an average sized cock I’m afraid. Nothing porn star about me.” He laughed softly but sounded more nervous more than anything.
“That’s okay.” Keegan smirked. “You’re in bed with a porn star, remember?”
“True, I didn’t think of that.”
“Which means you’re one too.” Keegan placed a hand to Garth’s shoulder, slowly dragging his fingers down to his chest where he gently squeezed his nipple. “You have nice nipples.”
“Thanks, man.” Garth ran a hand through his hair. “This is a little bit intense.”
“It is, but intense in a good way.” Keegan’s own cock was raging with a hard on hidden beneath the blanket, safely tucked away inside his briefs. He glided his hand over the spattering of brown hair on Garth’s chest, gradually sliding south, stopping at his waist. “Can I go lower?” He grinned at Garth hopefully.
Garth’s chest heaved and he nodded affirmatively.
“Good,” Keegan whispered. He ran his fingers across his mate’s trimmed pubes and wasted no time in seizing Garth’s cock between his fingers. Garth’s whole body shuddered, his torso twisting. Keegan squeezed the squishy manhood. Garth’s cock instantly pulsed, becoming fatter and harder the more he squeezed. Keegan was pleased to see the result. He let go and then ran his hand over to Garth’s thigh. He swooped down the masculine terrain, enjoying the roughness under his palm. Keegan ran his hand back up to Garth’s cock, which was now jutting out fully erect. “I think you might fancy me a bit judging by this.” He grabbed hold of the hot cock, tugging gently while he glanced back to see the look on Garth’s face.
Garth’s face shone with a strange sort of innocence. Keegan smiled at what he was seeing; he lowered his face and started to lick Garth’s chest, trailing down to his abdomen on a speedy collision with Garth’s cock.
Just before Keegan was about to seize the curious guy’s dick in his mouth, Garth spoke up, “I really like you, Keegan.”
The words came out barely above a whisper but they stopped Keegan going any further. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Garth said. “I wouldn’t be letting you do this if I didn’t.”
“You’re not really straight, are you?” Keegan gripped hold of Garth’s cock again while his sight remained fixed on Garth’s hazel eyes.
“I’m…” Garth shivered, giving into the dick-tugging bliss. “I’m not sure what I am,” he managed. “I’ve kissed guys before but never this. Never been touched like that.”
Keegan found it funny that for someone who prided themselves on filthy humour, Garth seemed incapable of saying what it was being done to him. “You mean you’ve never let a guy tug on your cock.” He tugged harder sending Garth’s eyelids fluttering.
“Mmm hmm,” Garth moaned.
“I feel honoured.” Keegan let go of him and went back to staring up and down the length of Garth’s naked body. A body that was still virginal in certain ways. A body he could claim. “Will you give me the honour of fucking you?”
“What?” Garth’s eyes popped open. “Fuck me? In the arse?”
“Yes. In the arse,” Keegan laughed. “That’s how us boys do it together you know.”
“I don’t know if I am up for that. I can’t believe I’m even letting you do this.”
Keegan snorted derisively. “Yep. Back to being a cock tease.” He flopped onto his back, annoyed.
Garth put his hand out and rubbed Keegan’s chest. “Don’t be like that, blondie. I just told you that I like you.”
“What does that even mean coming from you?” Keegan said snottily.
Garth shuffled closer and kissed Keegan’s closed mouth. “It means I think you’re an awesome and lovely guy who I wanna get to know better.”
“Lucky me,” Keegan said sarcastically. He knew he was sounding like a dick but he didn’t care. His cock was about to explode and he felt like he was in bed with a frigid little bitch.
“Not just that. I also happen to think you’re the hottest guy I have ever met. No other guy has ever made me want to try these things.”
Keegan knew he should be flattered but it was all so frustrating. “Okay,” he grumbled.
Garth placed his lips to Keegan’s and forced his tongue inside. Keegan obliged and rolled onto his side to follow the kiss. Their legs banged together and he felt the hot tip of Garth’s cock prod his thigh. Keegan was so wrapped up with Garth licking inside his mouth that he got a slight fright when the shaggy-haired stud groped his bulge by surprise.
Garth promptly slipped his hand inside Keegan’s underwear and squeezed his fuzzy balls. He tugged on Keegan’s restricting underwear, ripping them down low enough so Keegan’s cock was freed. His slender fingers enveloped Keegan’s hot hardness with a firm grip. He groaned inside Keegan’s mouth in sweet surprise from its large size. He pulled his mouth free. “You are a fucking porn star,” Garth exclaimed. He threw the blanket away to have a look at what was in his hand. “Whoa. That is quite the disco stick you got there, bro.”
“Thanks,” Keegan reached around and squeezed Garth’s arse cheek. “So does that mean I can fuck you?”
“Crikey, someone is a little bit pushy, isn’t he?’
Keegan’s cock throbbed impatiently, needing its desire drained. “No offense Garth but don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Garth looked at him with wounded eyes. “Don’t be mean, blondie.” He ran his fingers through Keegan’s hair. “Let’s just kiss a bit, yeah?”
Keegan’s mind danced in dark places thanks to the alcohol coursing through his veins. “If I’m that special, prove it. Show me how much you like me.”
Garth’s swallowed, his Adams apple rising in his throat. Keegan expected him to bolt out of bed any moment. “Okay,” Garth said flatly. He wriggled down the bed and wrestled Keegan’s underwear down his legs and over his feet, chucking them on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” Keegan asked.
“Showing someone how much I like them.” Garth spread Keegan’s legs apart with gruff purpose, hoisted himself over and sat between the v shape of Keegan’s opened legs. He ran his hands up Keegan’s hairy limbs, raking his fingers all the way up ‘till he found Keegan’s cock. He squeezed it at first, then gave it a couple light slaps. His face was illuminated with intrigue like he was discovering a new culture. “Are you ready?” Garth said bluntly.
“Ready for—”
Garth suddenly bobbed his head down and placed Keegan’s cock inside his mouth.
Fuuuuuuuck! Keegan gasped in response to the wetness soaking his pole.
Garth sucked eagerly, slobbering up and down the big cock. He dug his blunt nails into Keegan’s hips as he forced his mouth to take as many inches as he could. The sound of Garth slurping and gagging was hot as fuck. Keegan could tell how hard he was trying. It was obvious it wasn’t something he had done before but it was just as obvious how keen he was to please Keegan and make a good impression. He pulled his mouth off and began licking the skin of Keegan’s ball sac. Garth then sucked down on his balls—one at a time—wetting them thoroughly.
Keegan covered his face
with his hands, giving into the pleasure being down to him. You really do fucking like me! Garth continued sucking on his balls while wanking his cock at the same time. The combination sprung what Keegan had wanted so badly. To cum. To blow a big messy fucking load. A bleary tingle buzzed his taint and he panted, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”
Garth wanked him off faster and just before Keegan roared with a grunt, Garth shoved his mouth down over the head of his cock, capturing the forceful load firing out.
Keegan gripped locks of Garth’s hair in his hands and pushed his mouth lower, desperate to feed him every single drop.
“Take it all,” Keegan whispered, still emptying his seed. When he finally felt his cock splurge out the final drips of juice, he let go of Garth’s hair and sighed exhaustedly.
Garth flicked his head up showing a mouth that was still full, cum was seeping from the corner of his lips and dribbling down his chin. He gulped, swallowing everything in his mouth. He grimaced at first then smiled. “I got the lot like you told me to, blondie.” He opened his mouth wide like he was visiting the dentist.
“You did too,” Keegan said through ragged breaths. He shivered uncontrollably when Garth bent down and kissed the sticky tip of his cock.
Garth collapsed down on the bed beside Keegan. “I told you I liked you.” He latched his arm over Keegan’s chest protectively and hitched a leg over, reeling him in so they were skin on skin. “Is that proof enough for you?”
“Yes, you proved your point.” Keegan held Garth’s draped arm.
“Good. Can we kiss now?”
“I think so,” Keegan answered.
“I hope you like the taste of your own cum cos there may or may not be some still stuck inside my mouth.”
“Gross,” Keegan chuckled.
“It’s your jizz, bro. What are you complaining about.” Garth hugged him closer.
“Absolutely nothing,” Keegan said with a smile. He pressed his lips against Garth’s and melted into his arms, where for the first time since his life unravelled, he felt truly happy. “Thank you,” Keegan whispered.
“That’s okay. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought. It’s kinda tasty… in a weird sex-eating way.”