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“Come on in.” he grinned, stepping back as Ross entered without delay.
Walking over to an arm chair, he sat. Garrett noticed the expression on his face wasn’t what he expected. He had hoped he’d be happy to see him. Feeling on edge, he closed the door and headed over to his couch and looked at him. There were a few moments of silence as it seemed Ross gathered his thoughts. Before he could say anything, Garrett decided to break the tension.
“You doing alright man? I was kind of surprised to get a message from you. We haven’t talked alone since…” he paused, totally forgetting about what had happened then.
“I…uh…” Ross blustered, totally caught off guard.
“Sorry…I know you don’t like to…well…” he broke off, his face heating up.
“I met Nick Jonas a couple weeks ago,” He said, looking him directly in the eyes.
Garrett looked away, knowing what was coming. Out of the corner of his eye, Ross’s face was turning red. Standing, he walked forward and sat on the couch next to him. Still not looking at him, Garrett felt the corner of his eyes start to sting. A hand reached out and gripped his chin. Flinching back, he tried to pull away. Like a vice, Ross turned his face until he looked him straight in the eye. Scared to death, he closed them.
“Look at me.” Ross whispered, voice softer than he had ever heard before.
Eyes flying open, he stared at him in shock.
“I really don’t know what to say.” Ross paused, looking away, seeming to study the couch.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, only wanting to get it over with.
“I can’t believe you told someone about…” his friend shook his head and looked back at him. ”I know I acted like an ass and never talked about what happened. I was angry and ashamed after that. To tell the truth I had planned to go further than just…”
“What do you mean?” he pondered, not sure what else could have happened.
“I’d rather not go into that. But things ended so fast…I took it as a sign.” Ross pursed his lips, as if to keep from smiling.
Garrett felt his face redden. Suddenly he felt angry
“What did you expect?!” he said furiously. “I’d wanted you for so long and you had given no indication that you would ever do the same. Then you show up and just expect me to put out for you like some bitch?!”
“You said yourself to keep you in mind if I wanted to get off without anyone knowing.” Ross let out, scooting away from him to the other end of the couch.
“Yes!” he said, looking down at his lap, “I know I did…but…I wanted you so much and then you actually mouthed my fucking cock when I thought it would never happen. I lost it. I didn’t even care about that…all I wanted from the beginning was you to fuck me!” he growled, looking up at him.
“What?” Ross blurted, looking shocked.
“I still want that.” He said, “Fuck me.” He surged forward, “Please.”
Garrett pushed Ross back until he was laying flat against the couch. Reaching down, he grabbed at his belt and fumbled with it. Ross stared at him without a word. Grunting, he pulled the length through the loops of his jeans and threw it to the side. As he tried to pop open the button he realized Ross was so hard he couldn’t maneuver it through the tiny opening. Giving up, he reached and pulled at the zipper.
“Let me do it.” Ross said hurriedly.
Lifting his hands, he waited as Ross struggled with the same actions. With a grunt, he popped it open and the zipper automatically began to pull apart. Pushing his hands out of the way, Garrett reached into Ross’s crotch. Gripping the hard lump, he leaned down and mouthed it. A deep groan erupted from above him. Feeling triumphant, he yanked the pink briefs down and released the entire length into the open. Inhaling deeply, he detected the musky odor of nut sweat.
“You’ve grown a bit.” Garrett commented, quickly looking up at his blond friend.
“You gunna talk or suck my dick?” Ross arched an eyebrow.
Not needing to be told twice, he took it all in. As his lips pressed around the base, strands of blond pubes brushed against his nostrils. Ignoring that, he used his tongue and swirled it around as much as he could. A hand dropped onto the back of his neck as he began to bob. Slapping it away, he used his right hand and gripped Ross’s left. Holding onto it, he guided it to his own crotch. Getting the hint, Ross made good time in undoing his own pants.
“What’ve you got? I never saw…” he paused as Garrett pulled back a bit and nibbled on his foreskin, “oh shit…that’s good.” Ross groaned.
Wanting to show off his buffer body, Garrett slid off the couch and slipped his hands underneath Ross knees and lower back. Grunting, he lifted Ross into the air, walked a way to the foot of his bed, and threw him onto it. Looking impressed, his friend pushed himself further back until his head was against the pillows. Reaching up he yanked at his own shirt and threw it off to the side. Mirroring him, Ross watched as Garrett dropped his hands and forced his pants down, exposing his naked form. Coming to a halt, Ross’s eye was glued on Garrett’s eight-and-a-half-inch uncut cock.
“Impressive.” Was all he got out before Garrett climbed onto the bed and went back to sucking Ross’s dick.
Dropping onto his stomach, Garrett shifted forward until he got his tongue under Ross’s nut sac. Doing this, he noticed they actually seemed to be a bit smaller than he remembered. The only thing he could come up with was Ross must have jerked off last night hoping this very thing would happen on their meeting the next day. Filled with that hope, Garrett suddenly stood and straddled Ross. Spitting into his hand, he reached back and wetted his hole.
“What about…you know…” Ross trailed off as Garrett dropped.
“Please.” Garrett exclaimed as he bottomed out.
“Oh fuck…” Ross yelled, his eyes going wide, “you’re tighter than Nick”
Cringing, Garrett looked at him with interest. Seeming to ignore his expression, Ross automatically began to thrust upward. Reaching down, Garrett clamped onto Ross’s right hand and guided it over to his own dick. Looking a bit chastised, he began to pump him quickly. After a few strokes, he added his other hand. Even with both hands, Garrett still had an inch or so left that wasn’t surrounded by his palms. Gripping harder, he began to experiment with speed and angle.
“This isn’t good enough.” Garrett lamented, rising and turning around only to drop onto his hands and knees, “Now…fuck me…fill me up.” he commanded.
Without a word, Ross rocked forward and got onto his knees. A hand clamped onto his right hip as the other gripped the base of his cock. Ross slammed into him hard. Garrett cried out with satisfaction as he felt the tip of the uncut dick grinding against his prostate with every thrust. The sound of slapping flesh reverberated around the room loudly. Behind him, his partner was cursing constantly. Finding this hot, he squeezed his rim around the thrusting member as much as possible.
“Gunna cum.” Ross grunted, his voice shaking erratically.
“In me...” he begged, “Please!”
“Man…I’m gunna…” his friend shook.
Hot liquid spilled into his channel thickly. Garrett closed his eyes at the realization at what was happening. Dropping his head to the mattress, he reached under and began to jerk his own dick. A moment later his hand was slapped away. Ross gripped him hard and began to stroke. Since the thrusting had stopped, his prostate was no longer being probed. Knowing it would make everything better, he began to push himself back and forth until he felt the tip brush against the bump.
“Faster.” He said desperately, reaching under and gripping Ross’s hand as an explanation.
Ross’s grip tightened along with the speed.
“Oh..” he whimpered, feeling the tingle at the base of his shaft.
“Gunna cum for me?” Ross breathed, leaning forward and kissing the back of his neck.
“Oh…” he repeated, eyes closed as he felt his dick twitch and heat up like it was on fire.
“Do it…Please.” Ross commanded, licking the inside of his ear.
“Fuck!” Garrett screamed, his whole body tensing and shaking as he released his seed all over the blankets and Ross’s hands.
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