Chapter 38 Say I'm Your Boyfriend

• Untangling himself from Brice, Clay turned Brice around slowly and set the man’s hands on the counter next to the sink. His dick was already dripping, but Clay grabbed the lube. Cock aching, Clay’s thighs clenched against the man in front of him and thrust into the warm crack. The move gave him more neediness, more desire, but it wasn’t enough. Damn, but it was never enough.
• Copying what Brice did last night, Clay covered his fingers in lubricant and then slipped them between Brice’s ass cheeks. Back and forth, he petted Brice’s waiting hole. His instructor bent forward toward the mirror, and he pressed his abs against the sink. Lifting his leg with the missing foot, Brice then set his one knee on the counter. The angle exposed his hole and offered Clay more access. Brice panted as Clay kept rubbing over his anus and coating the puckered flesh. A fog cloud decorated the mirror with each of Brice’s groans.
• Clay went to work and finally pushed into Brice with his middle finger. He slipped inside Brice’s hole and watched his digit widen the channel. Seeing some part of him inside Brice was sexy in a way he couldn't explain. Moaning, Brice wiggled and repeated yes over and over again. Clay added a second finger quickly and then a third. Watching Brice’s rising excitement was something Clay wanted to be tattoed into his memory. The skin of Brice’s body seemed to grip him as if the other man’s body screamed for Clay to never let go.