Part 26 (1/2)

But Bro wasn't done, not by a long shot. ”Not yet, baby.” Then he went right back to his meal, and his hands kneaded Lacey's a.s.s cheeks so roughly, they would be bruised for weeks. Yet every sensation given, even the squeezing pain, only heightened his pleasure.

Lacey shook all over, unable to catch his breath, and his heart thudded. He let out a whimper that tried to be a coherent plea but ended up a moaning gurgle.

When Bro pulled back, just an inch or so, Lacey suddenly felt cold liquid touching his hole, circling it. Lube Lube. Lacey closed his eyes tighter and pushed back against the gentle brush.

But Bro wasn't having any of Lacey's urgency. Every time Lacey tried to shove back to get that teasing finger in, Bro withdrew.

Then he just couldn't take it anymore. ”d.a.m.n it, Bro! If you don't give it to me now, I'm never speaking to you again!”

Bro stilled for a second. Then that smug chuckle sounded. ”Guess you're ready, then.”

Lacey was about to give the flippant boy his comeuppance when that wet digit, warmer now, pressed on his sphincter, insistently this time. Unfortunately, against the weight of it, Lacey's hole clamped shut tight.

”No...,” he complained, his voice m.u.f.fled into the pillow.

”It's okay, Lace. Just relax. I won't hurt you.” Bro's soft, crooning voice was unlike anything Lacey had heard before. Bro's other hand came to rest on the small of Lacey's back, and it was as if a connection was drawn. A line of fire between his two hands, and that warmth spread all over Lacey, easing the sudden tension.

Then he heard yet another new sound. A wet suction, as if his a.s.s was trying to get the invader in. A pop rang in his ears when he felt Bro's finger slip inside.

Lacey s.h.i.+vered. He'd expected pain, but there was none. Yes, a mild discomfort and a strong urge to push out, but no pain. ”H-how far in...?”

”Just the tip.” Lacey heard the strain in Bro's hoa.r.s.e voice, and he peered at Bro over his shoulder. Bro was staring down, rapt, undoubtedly at the point where they merged. There was perspiration all over his tanned skin, and his muscles were taut. He was concentrating deeply, and yet the l.u.s.t was fully visible in his eyes, now dark as midnight skies.

He wants this as much as I do, maybe more. That thought gave Lacey enough courage and comfort to loosen up entirely.

Then Bro's finger entered him all the way. Lacey felt him greasing the walls of his a.s.s, lubing him up for more. G.o.d, there was gonna be more. He pressed his face against the comforter and closed his eyes, sighing with contentment.

”You okay, Lace?” Bro asked, his voice raspy and breathy. His hand on Lacey's back trembled. Perhaps his control was waning too.

”Yes. It feels good.”

”Yeah?” Bro sounded happy and relieved. It occurred to Lacey maybe they had both worried about doing this, just differently. Lacey had felt anxious about penetration, about pain, about lasting effects. Now he realized Bro must have dreaded the idea too, only that he wouldn't be able to give Lacey pleasure, to make their first time good, to have them enjoy this first time.

”Oh, yes. Please, Bro. Give me more.”

Bro hesitated, his finger stilling inside Lacey. ”You sure?”

Lacey nodded. ”I'm sure. Want more.”

He heard Bro taking a deep breath and then felt him easing another finger against the lubed-up entrance. Then he pushed in.

Oh, pain. Lacey closed his eyes tight, gritted his teeth, and willed his body not to try to run. It would feel good again soon, right? He'd always wondered what the burning sensation meant. Now he knew. It was as if someone was holding a flame to all the nerve endings of his entire body at the same time, and then adding pressure to them, more and more weight until he thought he was going to climb the walls just to get away.

But then he heard Bro's timid voice. ”You okay? Does this hurt?”

Trust and love overwhelmed Lacey, like soothing waters cascading over the wildfire. The pain eased as he relaxed. ”Yes. Yes. I'm all right. Just took a moment, is all. I'm fine.”

Lacey more felt than saw Bro release the breath he was holding. ”Thank G.o.d.”

Then his fingers began to move again. First in and out, but then swiveling around a bit. It was the most curious sensation. Lacey couldn't think, only feel. His imagination about this part of his anatomy getting probed and felt up by another person had been lacking. This was so so much better in real life. It took an act of faith, of both trust in Bro and confidence in himself, to give them this experience. much better in real life. It took an act of faith, of both trust in Bro and confidence in himself, to give them this experience.

Bro twisted his fingers inside Lacey, and it felt d.a.m.n good. A strange kind of heat and pressure, but good nonetheless. Then again, this was only two fingers. How on earth was a thick hard c.o.c.k like Bro's ever going to fit in?

”Where is it...?” Bro muttered, his tone impatient and frustrated.

Where's what? Lacey frowned in puzzlement. Then his fried brain provided the needed information. Right, the prostate. Lacey frowned in puzzlement. Then his fried brain provided the needed information. Right, the prostate.

And at that exact moment, Bro found what he was looking for. His fingers b.u.mped on Lacey's sweet spot.

”Oh my effing G.o.d!” he cried out. His body jolted when electricity shot through him and consumed him in flames. His groin was lit up like a Christmas tree when the lights were flipped on, and his d.i.c.k shot out precome in a spurt. G.o.d, I almost came G.o.d, I almost came.

Bro chuckled a bit, panting. ”Oh yeah. Right there, huh?”

”Please, do it again.” Lacey wasn't above begging, not when that much pleasure was in his grasp.

So Bro did. With relentless fingers, he doled out so much attention on Lacey's prostate there was no doubt about coming. In fact, Lacey was right there, hurtling into the unknown of the kind of s.e.x he'd only ever dreamt about. Why haven't we done this sooner? Why haven't we done this sooner? But he knew they hadn't been ready before. Every time they touched, the fiery urgency was there, controlling their instincts, pus.h.i.+ng them to come. Patience was something they'd had to learn. But he knew they hadn't been ready before. Every time they touched, the fiery urgency was there, controlling their instincts, pus.h.i.+ng them to come. Patience was something they'd had to learn.

”Oh, G.o.d, yes,” Lacey groaned and started to shove his a.s.s back toward the hand that was giving him such delight.

”You like?” Bro sounded pleased with himself again, and that self-a.s.surance definitely calmed all of Lacey's fears. His lover was giving him time, attention, tenderness, and enjoyment beyond belief.

”Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes!”

Then Bro s.h.i.+fted his fingers so he was able to stroke in and out while simultaneously pressing his thumb against Lacey's perineum. He was pus.h.i.+ng on that secret s.e.x b.u.t.ton inside and out. Lacey was pretty much mewling then, letting out half gasps, half keening noises.

Lacey moved up his knees so he was essentially shoving his a.s.s up and back for Bro's taking. That move also allowed him to fist his own c.o.c.k and beat it in time with those agile fingers inside him, owning him. His hips worked involuntarily, thrusting back and forth on pure instinct.

”Mmm, nice.” Bro's compliment only added to Lacey's desire. Then Bro used his other hand to grab Lacey's b.a.l.l.s, the sac wound up tight and high, ready to blow. ”Love your b.a.l.l.s. So cute.”

”Huh?” Lacey thought he might have misheard, but his squeak was loud and angry.

Bro chuckled and planted a sloppy, wet, hot open-mouthed kiss on Lacey's left cheek. ”You heard me. Your b.a.l.l.s are so pretty. All pink and tight and small.”

Now Lacey was getting p.i.s.sed. What guy wanted to be told his b.a.l.l.s were tinier than a bug's p.e.n.i.s? He wasn't that much of a girl, pet.i.te or no. ”Get off me, you oaf.”

Bro wouldn't let up. ”I love you, Lace. I love how your b.a.l.l.s are the perfect size for me. I can always get them in my mouth at the same time. Love that about you.”

And just like that, Lacey's righteous fury evaporated, and he was left with a mushy, happy feeling centered on his chest. ”b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

But grumbling never worked with Bro, who laughed. ”Love you, baby.”

And then he dipped his head and licked Lacey's b.a.l.l.s from behind.

That, Bro's words, and his fingers on Lacey's sweet spot was all it took.