Friday Free-For-All: Daisy Harris
Today’s Free For All is an extended excerpt from Daisy Harris’s latest Holsum College story, Townie and the Twink.
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Nick wasn’t scared. He didn’t know why. After all, a lot of guys he knew were totally freaked out by any sex that could be remotely considered gay. But after the previous night, Nick figured that making Gabe come was probably not much different than getting himself off. Assuming he didn’t end up getting fucked or something, it wasn’t a big deal.
He eased off his chair and moved to perch on the side of the bed. Nick looked over Gabe’s torso, appreciating the flat planes of his muscles and the dip of his hips. “I dunno. What did you get Brooks over here to do?”
Gabe looked skeptical. “I dunno, suck my dick maybe?” He glanced over like he was checking Nick out.
“Well.” Nick thought about it. He didn’t quite think he was up for going that far, even if the idea of Gabe returning the favor was kind of intriguing. He settled for something he knew he’d feel comfortable with. “How about a hand job?”
“Really?” Gabe rolled onto his side and leaned up on his elbow.
Nick mirrored him, leaning onto his side. “Yeah, I guess. Why not?” He hoped Gabe didn’t actually answer that question.
Gabe chewed his lip. “Sure, why not?” He fixated on his bed’s brown-striped comforter. “Um, should I get undressed? Or…”
“Oh.” Nick hadn’t really thought about how they were going to get into it. The night before, he could have imagined reaching over and touching Gabe’s dick, but it seemed like an odd thing to do without any buildup like they’d had with the movie.
“You want to turn off the lights first or something?” Gabe asked.
“Only if you want,” Nick rushed to say. He didn’t want Gabe to think he was disgusted or something. Gabe was a good-looking guy. “I’m cool either way.”
“Oh.” Gabe tilted his head. It made the long parts of his hair fall in his eyes. “Well, let’s turn them off anyway.” He hopped off the bed and flipped the switch on the wall. The room went completely black, and Gabe stumbled back onto the bed. “Uh, I could turn on the reading lamp if that’s too dark.”
Nick smiled in the direction of Gabe’s voice. Even though Gabe was nice to look at, Nick had to admit he felt more comfortable now that they didn’t have to see each other. “No. I’m sure my eyes will adjust.”
“Okay.” The bed shifted as Gabe rolled over. The room looked more blue than black, and Nick could make out that Gabe was lying as he had before, but closer, only inches away. Before Nick could second-guess the whole thing, he reached out and touched Gabe’s arm.
It was hard and warm. Lightly haired. It didn’t feel anything like a girl’s arm, and though Nick had touched guys before—wrestling and in football and stuff—he’d never touched one in a sexual situation. It was different but nice. He roamed his fingers higher, tracing the bump of Gabe’s bicep, and then over his shirt to his shoulder.
Gabe wasn’t beefy. In fact, Nick’s friends from high school might have called him scrawny. But he felt solid. A little bony, maybe, but strong. When Nick traced his collarbone and then the hairless dip of his sternum, Gabe let out a long breath.
“You okay with the touching?” Nick liked it—feeling his way across Gabe’s body. But he wasn’t sure if gay guys felt each other up or whether they normally just went in for the kill with the sucking and fucking.
Talking to his friends, Nick thought the only thing stopping them from going straight to fucking was that girls wanted some kind of foreplay.
“Yeah.” Gabe’s voice was breathy. He inched a fraction closer, so that the contours of his body sank into Nick’s hand. Gabe reached out, like he might want to mimic Nick and roam his fingertips over Nick’s shoulders. But he pulled his hand back to his side. “Yeah, it’s nice.”
Nick smiled. “You can touch me if you want.” He hoped Gabe would stroke him. It had been a while since Nick felt the hands of someone he actually wanted.
Gabe made a sound that might have been a stifled groan. And Nick couldn’t tell if he was flattered or if he was getting hot. His cock plumped in his jeans even before Gabe made contact. But when Gabe rested his hand on the tender skin of Nick’s throat, Nick’s erection went from chubby to battering ram in no time flat.
“S’okay, right?” Gabe asked.
Nick would have thought Gabe was going to move his hands lower, over Nick’s pecs and down his belly to his cock. But instead, Gabe slid his fingers to tangle in the back of Nick’s hair. It felt good, but now that Nick had imagined Gabe touching his dick, his erection felt like it was about to bust out of his pants. Before he knew what he was doing, Nick scooted closer, so that in one of his fitful movements, he felt the front of Gabe brush his bulge.
The sensation was electric, sending shivers through his body and down his thighs. Nick wanted to get closer—rub his dick against Gabe’s leg or maybe Gabe’s crotch—grind it against hard, hot skin.
Gabe tugged on Nick’s hair, and the slight jolt of pain brought Nick back to reality, where he was palming Gabe’s ribs and they were hardly even touching. Nick opened his eyes and saw that Gabe’s were still closed. And Gabe looked…Well, pretty wasn’t the right word. But, he looked something. He looked like something Nick wanted.
“Were you gonna let Brooks kiss you?” Nick asked.
Gabe opened his eyes. They were dark and shining. “No. I wasn’t going to let Brooks kiss me.”
Nick was surprised how let down he felt, but then Gabe pinned him with a soulful gaze. “But you can.” He hitched his shoulder up in a shrug. “If you want to.”
As if pulled by some kind of irresistible force, Nick eased closer. They were too close to watch each other, so he closed his eyes. He felt Gabe’s breath on his lips. Nick considered how he felt about it. Better to stop now than to freak out midkiss and hurt Gabe’s feelings. But it didn’t feel weird to have Gabe’s face so close or to have Gabe’s hand in his hair. So, Nick wound his arm around so his hand rested right between Gabe’s shoulders. Instead of crossing that last distance himself, he pulled Gabe into him so their lips sealed.
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