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Nick was in a haze. A dreamy, euphoric, lust-filled haze. He wasn’t looking at his bro—he was feasting his eyes on the statue of a Greek god.
Inches away, Jamal stood in the moonlight, shimmers bathing the contours of his lean, muscled flesh against the backdrop of the forest. Nick felt his heartrate spike, that primal response to man’s carnal desires, man’s carnal needs. Tonight would be, in a word, wild.
It still didn’t feel real, standing face-to-face with his bro—Nick shirtless in his shorts, Jamal in nothing but skin-hugging briefs—moments away from becoming animals together. But it was exactly what Nick wanted. With every fiber of his being, Nick wanted his bro, had always wanted him, in fact. And he wanted every single thing he knew Jamal was about to do to him.
He adjusted the growing bulge in his pants. First, handies with Levi, and now, getting fucked by Jamal—talk about a lucky night. Never in Nick’s wildest dreams had he imagined their bromance would take this turn. This was something that happened in fantasies, not real life.
Apparently, truth really was stranger than fiction.
But was this perhaps too strange? Yes, the sight of Jamal’s package looking ready to burst through his briefs made Nick’s mouth water, but could they ever go back to just being bros after something like this? Would Nick even want to go back to that?
Jamal seemed to sense Nick’s anxiety. He reached out a hand. “You O.K., bro? We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.”
All Nick could think about, though, was how perfectly his fingers fit between Jamal’s. It was just how holding a man’s hand was meant to feel.
None of Nick’s dates had felt like this. Recently, he’d found himself questioning whether love was out there at all. Could it have been that maybe love had been right here in front of him all along?
Holding Jamal’s hand felt effortless, it felt natural. It felt like everything in the world was just as it was supposed to be.
Which was precisely why Nick worried that everything was in fact not how it was supposed to be at all. Jamal and Levi were his bros, and no matter how hard Nick wished, they’d never turn into something more. So, he had to ask himself, was fucking still such a good idea?
Going into this, all Nick had wanted was hot, unbridled, no-strings-attached, bro-back sex—or so he thought, that is. Little by little, it had come to his attention that what he wanted with Levi and Jamal was in fact something much more.
He was officially catching feelings for his bros.
He suppressed a knot inside his stomach. Surely, this couldn’t have been what Levi had intended when he’d concocted this little scheme of his. All he’d wanted was to stir the pot, have some laughs, and dupe his two buds into boning.
You know—good, clean fun.
But through his meddling, Levi had opened a whole can of worms—a can of worms that Nick could only imagine was entirely unintended.
And if his feelings were complicated now, they certainly wouldn’t get simpler once he’d had Jamal’s penis inside him.
Jamal’s huge, fat, hole-stretching penis.
So, was fucking still such a good idea? Probably not, but he’d sort out his feelings later.
“Oh, I am more than O.K.,” Nick replied, his mouth already watering. “Let’s do this.”
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