The Sweetest Scent Part 32

Lacey groaned, his hips bucking up a bit, shaking. "Oh...," he sighed, and the wanton tone was music to Bro's ears. Wanting more, Bro kissed his way up to Lacey's belly b.u.t.ton and circled it with his tongue.

Lacey giggled breathlessly. "That tickles. Stop it." Despite his words, Lacey kept his hands in Bro's hair and held him in place.

Chuckling, Bro shook his head to dislodge the hand and kept on moving up. When he reached a nipple, he lapped at the soft nub like a dog until it pointed up hard, redder than before, the skin silky and hot. Then he repeated the maneuver on the other nipple.

"Oh, oh, oh...." Lacey kept chanting, his back arching toward the hungry mouth. Bro wet his fingers and tweaked the nipple he wasn't sucking. "Oh G.o.d."

Delivering delight upon Lacey was easy because he was so responsive. The direct line from his nipples to his groin was an invisible carnal connection Bro often took advantage of.

Then he moved his hand down between their bodies and took hold of Lacey's c.o.c.k. The silky, hot piece of meat twitched and pulsed against Bro's palm as he glided his hand up and down. On top he rubbed at the slit, where precome pooled, with his thumb and then spread the sticky moisture all over the shaft. When he pressed his thumb a bit harder on the sensitive spot beneath the ridge, Lacey moaned loudly, and his body jerked.

Weighing the choices in his mind, Bro decided it was better he didn't make Lacey come before they got down to business as opposed to having Lacey come twice. From his research he knew not all guys came during a.n.a.l, but Lacey was close to the edge already. That increased the odds of them both finding pleasure and climax in this.

After a soft kiss on Lacey's luscious lips, Bro backed off, despite Lacey's keen protests, and found the lube. Though his hands trembled, he managed to moisten his fingers. He pushed one of Lacey's legs up to expose his taint and carefully started to circle the pucker.

"Oh, so good," Lacey whispered just before he hooked his arms under his knees and brought them up to his chest.

Bro thought he swallowed a moan, but was unsuccessful as a guttural groan, "Nghh," escaped anyway. Open and exposed, Lacey was indeed a sight. And the pink starburst pattern of his tiny hole was so vulnerable Bro almost hesitated touching it. But they had done this before, so he soldiered on and started pushing against the initial resistance.

"Mmm," Lacey mumbled, and Bro felt him pushing back, trying to take the finger in. And like the half a dozen times they had done this before, Lacey opened up to swallow Bro's finger, sucking it in with strong muscles. The tight heat around him was indescribable.

Careful to get every inch of Lacey's channel coated with lube, Bro was soon able to add a second finger, and then a third. Groaning, Lacey obviously willed himself to relax, because there was almost no pause between the first second of tension and the following loosening up. In no time at all, after some prolonged prostate teasing by Bro, Lacey was ready to go-or ready to go off, Bro thought with an inner chuckle.

Am I ready? Bro felt like hyperventilating, and his body seemed to ooze sweat out by the bucket loads. Yet his hands shook and felt cold and clammy. Bro felt like hyperventilating, and his body seemed to ooze sweat out by the bucket loads. Yet his hands shook and felt cold and clammy.

As always, Lacey was in tune with Bro. "Hey, love. Look at me." Bro did as he was told, and two hazel eyes stared back at him with love, warmth, and trust. "It's just us. You and me. There's nothing to worry about. Come inside me, Bro. Make love to me."

Taking a shuddering breath, Bro licked his dry lips and nodded. He could do this. It was just s.e.x, right? "P-promise me you'll tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Lacey's hands landed on Bro's arms and squeezed gently. "I promise."

Gathering his courage, Bro inched into place, sitting on his haunches between Lacey's legs. As he watched, Lacey spread them more to accommodate Bro's bigger size. He thinks of everything, my sweet love He thinks of everything, my sweet love.

Holding his breath, Bro lubed up his own c.o.c.k, closing his eyes tight and squeezing the base so he wouldn't blow his load prematurely. The mere thought of what they were about to do, how much Lacey loved and trusted him, was enough to push Bro over the edge.

Finally, he was able to say, "Okay, I'm coming in."

The sweet smile on Lacey's lips encouraged him, so he aimed his blunt, fat c.o.c.khead at the quivering hole and started pushing. Lacey whimpered, and then, in a heartbeat, Bro was in.

I'm inside Lacey.

His head buzzed, no coherent thoughts anywhere, as he kept an almost bruising grip on Lacey's thighs while holding still and giving Lacey a chance to adjust. With only the tip of his c.o.c.k inside the maddeningly hot, tight s.p.a.ce, he felt his boy's muscles clamp down on his, as if trying to squeeze the very life out of him.

"Nghh, go," Lacey whispered, his tone raspy and wavering.

With a nod, though Lacey couldn't see it with his closed eyes, Bro slowly insinuated himself deeper. He had to trust Lacey would speak if things were going too fast or too painfully. But Lacey said nothing and only made soft, breathy, ardent sounds that provoked Bro into entering farther, until he was buried in loving flesh to the hilt, his b.a.l.l.s. .h.i.tting Lacey's a.s.s.

Right at that moment, when their bodies touched, they both groaned sharply. And it was a sound of pure pleasure.

"Oh my G.o.d," Bro muttered, engulfed in heaven, a viselike hold that surrounded his whole length. A mouth on his d.i.c.k was great, but this was something else. Being inside the body of his lover, his girl, his boy, his partner, it was a heady epiphany, and he started chuckling with the lightness and happiness of it.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Lacey cried out, his back arching, his muscles straining, and his head thrown back on the pillow. "I swear, you've grown a couple of inches. G.o.d, so deep." Then he too chuckled lowly, breathlessly.

"It's okay, though, right?" Bro asked, panting with the exertion and feel, and praying he hadn't hurt Lacey in any way. He held Lacey's legs high, on his shoulders, and kissed the sole of the nearest foot, and then the other.

Lacey's eyes flew open, and the intensity of that gaze almost did Bro in. "Yes. Perfect. Love you in me. Move."

Nothing in his range of experience could have prepared Bro for the awesomeness of moving his c.o.c.k in and out of Lacey's quivering channel. Every nerve ending of his d.i.c.k was on fire, sparking along the length of the shaft, and the heat and pressure from Lacey's pa.s.sage spread to all corners of his body.

At first, he moved in short, shallow thrusts, getting the feel of it. He wrapped his hands around Lacey's legs and held on for leverage. As he got into it, lost in the sensation and motion, he picked up the pace and pulled out more, only to shove his way back in harder, faster, stronger.

"Oh, G.o.d, yes!" Lacey exclaimed, his voice hoa.r.s.e and edgy. His fingernails dug into Bro's arms, chest, shoulders, and back, wherever they roamed, and the sting of the touch awakened pain and brought out blood. But those new, sharper, darker feelings only enhanced his pleasure.

And then Bro hit the jackpot.

"Oh, G.o.d almighty, right there, right there!" Lacey shouted, his body galvanized and energized. Bro grinned at the knowledge he had found the right angle, and he aimed his thrusts at the sweet spot, again and again, losing himself in the rhythm of s.e.x.

When he nearly dropped on top of Lacey, he felt the need boiling inside him, the l.u.s.t spiking fast, demanding more. Bro chased his own o.r.g.a.s.m as fiercely as he sought to feel Lacey's. They would come together, he decided firmly.

Lowering himself, Bro crushed his mouth over Lacey's delectable lips and plunged deep into the opening mouth, taking, craving, unwilling and unable to stop. The hunger was a beast, ferocious and relentless. But Lacey must have been on the same page since he delved deep into the kiss as well, with reckless abandon and wanton moaning.

Without a doubt, tonight the s.e.x went beyond any gratification they had sought before.

The pa.s.sion and yearning built and built, and they rose higher and higher toward the inevitable crescendo, their bodies moving as one.

Bro snaked his hand between their bodies, fisted Lacey's c.o.c.k, and tugged with swift determination. Lacey groaned into the kiss, and then his hand covered Bro's, and they jerked Lacey off together.

The new position, the movements, the harsh f.u.c.king, it all took a toll on Bro, and he felt his body aching for release. His muscles quaked, and he was certain he couldn't take a second longer without melting into a pile of goo.

"Lacey, please," he mumbled against Lacey's kiss-swollen, puffy lips.

"Harder, Bro. More." Lacey's urgency was as evident as his own.

A single breath they shared, and then they were both coming.

Lacey cried out, shrill. His b.a.l.l.s drew tight between them and then his c.o.c.k erupted. Creamy white e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e landed between them, coating them both with hot, sticky droplets.

His lover coming all over them both felt as wonderful as ever, but what Bro felt with his c.o.c.k was something else. Lacey's body was determined to choke the come out of him, and those inner muscles clenched tight around Bro's buried length.

That constricting hold pushed Bro over the edge of delight.

With a hoa.r.s.e shout, Bro o.r.g.a.s.med so hard his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His b.a.l.l.s pulled so high up he wondered if his body had swallowed them whole. He spilled his hot seed deep inside Lacey's lovely body, his c.o.c.k convulsing with involuntary jerks to push out more, his hips working overtime. Lacey's a.s.s kept on milking Bro's c.o.c.k until his b.a.l.l.s were siphoned dry.

Only then did he gasp and fall down on top of Lacey.

"S-sorry, baby...," he whispered, unable to speak, move, or think. The only thing he was able to do was breathe, his chest heaving hard, and his frame felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

Lacey swiveled beneath him, chuckling breathlessly, and managed to tilt them both to their sides. "It's okay. I wanted you lying on top of me."

"Crushing you?" Bro worried, and felt his limp, spent d.i.c.k slipping out of Lacey's a.s.s.

"No, silly." Lacey giggled, snuggling in close, and nuzzling Bro's neck. "Loving me."

Bro held on tighter too, fearing the nimble nymphet in his arms would disappear if he so much as blinked. "You're such a kook sometimes."

"Takes one to know one."

Bro kissed Lacey's hair, temple, cheek, and finally lips. "You okay? Does it hurt?"

"No, not really." Lacey frowned, his look pensive. He wiggled about, as if trying to find a comfortable position. "Feels strange. Kind of empty. Not pain, but a sort of... softness. A bit throbbing, but not bad. Sort of abused and tender, but nothing I can't live with." He sighed. "Yes, maybe tomorrow I'll sing a different tune, but for now I'm fine."

"Don't you mean you'll play play a different tune?" Bro joked, glad everything was all right. His fingers sought Lacey's entrance and gently ma.s.saged the tiny hole, hoping to ease some of the ache that might be there. a different tune?" Bro joked, glad everything was all right. His fingers sought Lacey's entrance and gently ma.s.saged the tiny hole, hoping to ease some of the ache that might be there.

Lacey sighed again, this time with deep satisfaction, or so the exalted expression on his face seemed to suggest. "I feel you inside me still. Not just the pounding, but your come. I feel it filling me, seeping into me, and dripping out of me."

"Dripping?" Bro sat up in a hurry, and immediately he saw the white trails of s.e.m.e.n flowing out of Lacey's hole as it opened and closed with tiny intermittent spasms, pushing out new small streams. Suddenly he couldn't breathe, and his voice stuttered as he said, "That is abso-f.u.c.king-lutely the most awesome thing I've ever seen."

Lacey burst into a fit of giggles, and Bro joined him. Then Bro used a warm washcloth to clean them both up a bit, gently swiping away the come from Lacey's backside. It was only the gentlemanly thing to do.

"What are we going to do tomorrow? I don't think my a.s.s could handle another round so soon." Lacey spoke sleepily, and Bro gathered him close.

"I booked us a few spa treatments over the next couple of days. Hot stones, of course, and aromatherapy, and a mani-pedi for men."

"Mmm, sounds heavenly," Lacey whispered, sighing happily.

Bro snuggled in close, letting out a breath and relaxing.

Everything the two of them had achieved in the short time since starting college reached Bro's awareness. They had faced daily separation, new friends, possible love interests, uncertainties about their future careers, bad role models, new s.e.xual frontiers, and the prospect of ending up apart, sad and alone, and not knowing what was in store for them.

But they had prevailed.

And Bro and Lacey had done it together. Now they were stronger for it, an engaged couple who stood together on the threshold of adulthood, with new responsibilities and obligations ahead. Yet they also got the chance to remain children at heart with the support of their family, and would get to enjoy the liberties and joys that came with growing up.

As he cuddled closer to Lacey, Bro antic.i.p.ated the enjoyment of the fall break and and the rest of their lives together. If distances, jealousies, doubts, and fears couldn't keep them apart, what could? the rest of their lives together. If distances, jealousies, doubts, and fears couldn't keep them apart, what could?

"Stop thinking, love. You're keeping me awake," Lacey mumbled with blurred words, halfway off to dreamland already.

Bro smiled and wrapped himself around his lover.

The answer to his question was that nothing could separate them because they had everything, their futures and the whole world, still ahead.

About the Author.

SUSAN L LAINE, a Finn through and through, was raised by the best mother in the world. She told her daughter time and again that she could be whatever she wanted to be. It still took Susan until her thirties to find the spark for serious writing when she discovered the gay erotic romance genre.

Her formal education revolves around anthropology, but she wishes to be a full-time writer sooner rather than later. Susan enjoys hanging out with her sister and friends in movie theaters and bookstores. Her other pastimes include walking, swimming, and fantasizing about sizzling hot manlove. Some of her likes are pop music, chocolate, and doing the dishes, and a few dislikes are sweating hot summer days, tobacco smoke, and purposeful prejudice.

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