Only You by Jerry Cole (the top 100 crime novels of all time TXT) 📕

desire and want. The two men would embrace, kiss, hold one another and press their bodies together as they ravished one another again and again and again. It was perfect in his mind, like something one might see in a movie.

The actual act itself, here and now, was far different.

Sherman hungrily wrapped his thin lips around Brandley’s perfect dick. It was thicker than he remembered, so much so that he had to really stretch his mouth out to take the whole thing. But he did, pushing his face forward as far as he could, opening his throat at the same time and gagging for all his life.

“Mmmmmmm,” Bradley groaned. His hand wrapped around Sherman’s head and held him there, pushing him even further forward so his nose was pressed right into Bradley’s stomach. “Right there....”

He could feel Bradley’s piece pushing into the back of his throat. Drool spilled from the sides of his mouth, snot bubbled from his nose, air stopped entering his lungs. But he didn’t care. He held himself there, grabbing at Bradley’s balls and massaging them at the same time. And all the while, Bradley groaned and shook and howled into the sky.

The rest of the blowjob was just as messy, just as disorganized, just as wild. Bradley was soon laying on the bed completely naked, as Sherman licked up and down his shaft. As he did so, he somehow shuffled out of his own clothes, although he couldn’t remember doing it. The next thing he knew too, Bradley was reaching down and pulling his body toward his own head, looking just as eager.

Sherman obliged, happily straddling Bradley’s face right between his thighs. Bradley took him in his mouth with just as much enthusiasm, swallowing him whole and working his cock like a pro. It was a messy sixty-nine, with both men trying to get on top while refusing to let go of the other’s cock for even a moment. It was a mass of tongues, saliva, spitting and greedy hands. It was beyond incredible.

But that was only the beginning. Soon, Sherman was shuffling up on his knees and bending himself over the front of the bed. He looked over his shoulder, watching the God that was Bradley hurriedly grab for a condom and roll it over his head. As he did, Sherman marveled at the way the muscles in his abdomen and chest contracted and tightened; he looked like a fucking superhero.

A moment later and he was mounting Sherman. Sherman groaned as he felt Bradley’s member poke around his asshole. He perked his ass up more, pushing it back, moaning now as the head just started to push itself in. Bradley’s breath was hot on the back of his neck, a hand grabbed at his hair, teeth tore at his earlobes and exposed skin. And then, Bradley entered him.

Like with the blowjob, and just as with the sixty-nine, the sex that proceeded it was messy and disorganized. It was two men desperate for one another, neither giving a care for how they looked or how graceful they might have been. Bradley buried himself inside of Sherman, grabbed onto his hips and thrust back and forth like he had no control over himself. Sherman grabbed onto the bed sheets, bit into the pillow, tried not to cry out as this gorgeous individual had him.

In and out, in and out, Bradley slid himself. Every now and then he would spank Sherman’s round, little booty or just grab it and squeeze as hard as he could. Nails dragged themselves down his back, a hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it intermitted, hair was pulled, skin was torn. It was a scene.

Sherman came first. He had never been so hard, so turned on, so unable to control himself as he felt the urge to ejaculate suddenly hit him.

“I’m about to cum...” he moaned as Bradley continued to pound him. “I’m about to...”

“Cum for me,” Bradley growled into his ear. He then grabbed him by the back of the head and yanked him back. “Cum for me.”

“I am... I... I... am!” It was a huge load, bursting out the tip of his penis with unrelenting force. But when it was done with? Once he felt that release? His cock stayed hard. Not even a second had passed and he was ready to go again... and again... and again.

Sherman had been expecting his first time with Bradley to be one for the ages. He’d had no idea just how good it would be. Yes, it was messy. Yes, it was a little haphazard and unorganized. But also, yes, it was incredible. The two men had been back together for less than an hour and had already topped their absolute best time in Europe. At least Sherman saw it that way. What was even better was that they had an entire week together in Bali to try and outdo it. Sherman could not wait.

Chapter Eleven

It was about time that Bradley got himself to Bali. As an Australian, a week in Bali was seen as a right-of-passage; Bradley didn’t know a single other person who hadn’t been at least once. Most of these were high school friends who first went when they turned eighteen, spent the week hitting the clubs and the beaches, only to return from the trip with a terrible sunburn, a bloated stomach, and some sort of alcohol poisoning. For this reason, the little island paradise had never much appealed to Bradley.

But drunk teens weren’t the only ones who went and indeed, even Bradley’s own mother had been as recently as three years earlier. She spent the week in a yoga retreat, upside down half the time doing breathing exercises while ensconced by lush green forestation and wildlife. She had described it as the trip of a lifetime and was insistent that if Bradley did go, he skip the clubs