FREE SHORT STORY! OUT WITH TOYS- Part 2 NSFW (A Braden and Elliot Short, from Out on the Serve)

Here’s part two of Out with Toys. Warning…this installment is NSFW! It features Braden and Elliot from Out on the Serve…and a toy or too. 😉 Part three will be posted Tuesday or Wednesday next week in its entirety in my newsletter. If you’d like to subscribe, you can do so here. This portion is unedited. The final one, however, will be edited.

Out on the Serve is coming very soon to audio and it looks like this bonus scene will be included! Woohoo! More fun summer reading/listening on the way!

For now, a little more Braden and Elliot… 

OUT WITH TOYS, A Braden and Elliot Short Story (Part 2)-

Braden pointed at the dildo and laughed. “Not so fast. That thing needs to be washed and sanitized before it goes anywhere near my ass.”

“So what I’m hearing is…as soon as this bad boy gets the Mr. Clean treatment, you’ll give it a try.”

“Uh, well…I guess. I can’t even visualize the logistics involved.”

“It’s not rocket science, Bray. Google ‘double-sided dildo’ and check out the images.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Take your time scrolling. I’ll just be here with my hand on my dick.” I leaned back on my elbow and stroked myself from base to tip.

Braden licked his lips and watched the show. When I nudged his thigh, he pulled his cell out and launched his web browser. “Oh. Wow.”

“See anything you like?”

“Um, it’s pretty much all lesbians.”

“Hot, but that won’t help us. Type ‘gay men’,” I suggested, twisting my wrist leisurely.

“Bingo.” He frowned as he scrolled.

“What’s the matter?”

“Every position has the guys facing away from each other. That doesn’t do it for me.”

“Keep scrolling.”

He nodded, his gaze flitting to my cock then to his screen again. “Oh, I like this one.”

“Show me.”

Braden pointed to a photo of two muscular dudes sucking face as they rode a purple phallus. “That looks manageable.”

“Manageable?” I snorted.

“Yeah, the other ones are intimidating. I think you need to be kinda flexible.”

“Babe, I guarantee you the guys in that photo are not gymnasts. Check out the video.”

“I’m not watching porn on my phone,” he replied primly.

I barked a laugh. “Why the hell not?”

“Because it’s…rude.”

I couldn’t help it. My amused chuckled morphed into a full-blown belly laugh. “God, I love you. You’re in the privacy of your own home in your bedroom…with your boyfriend…who’s naked and sportin’ full wood right now. If you need my permission, I happily grant it. Scroll away, bad boy. I’ll spank you later.”

Braden covered his face, but his shoulders shook as he snickered good-naturedly. “You’re turning me into a pervert.”

“You’re welcome.” I raised my right leg and tapped my dick against my inner thigh. “Do it. Or give me your cell and I’ll take one for the team.”

He rolled his eyes before handing over his phone. I released my cock and settled against the pillows to scroll through double-sided dildo porn…as one does. I found a hot one of two athletic-looking dudes with a pink fifteen-inch snake, similar to mine…I mean, ours. They were making out. One guy had two fingers in his man’s ass while he ran the tip of the toy along his shaft. The other dude writhed on those digits and moaned theatrically.

It was cheese central. There was no denying that they both had rockin’ bods and beautiful cocks, but it wasn’t necessarily sexy. It was just…sex. And there was definitely a difference. Don’t get me wrong. I’d watched my fair share of porn and no doubt this fifteen minute clip would sent me over the edge, but I preferred doing over observing. And the tent in Braden’s shorts told me he felt the same way.

His slack-jawed, lust-filled gaze made my motor tear from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. My cock twitched against my lower belly hopefully. I knew if I touched myself, this would be over too soon. And though I didn’t think we were about to break into any double dildo action, I was invested in drawing this out and seeing where it led.

“How many fingers is he taking?”

“Just two. Wimpy. You’d think a porn star could take more,” I chided in a huskier than usual tone. “Want to keep watching or do you want me to look for another one?”

“Uh…” Braden gripped his length through his shorts and closed his eyes briefly before lowering them. He kicked the fabric aside and crawled between my thighs. “Put the phone down. I’m so fucking horny. I can’t wait till after dinner. I need to come now.”

I tossed his cell on the nightstand and pulled him against me, fusing my mouth to his before rolling on top of him. We rutted like animals, humping and grinding in a frenzy. There was nothing sweeter than the slide of our rock hard cocks. Braden was a big fan of a good make out grind session.

Actually, he loved it all.

In the beginning, I tried to be careful…for his sake. Braden was infinitely more reserved than me. He wasn’t inexperienced by any means, but I thought he’d want things to progress slowly…and romantically. Not so much when it came to sex. My man was a freaking horn dog. We could be playing video games with our feet entwined one minute and have our hands down each other’s pants the next. Sometimes a quickie blow job or hand job was all either of us needed, however, we took the time to explore whenever possible.

I learned something new about him every day. Braden liked order and rules, but he liked to push his personal limits too. If he begged for one finger, I knew he’d ask for a second and a third very soon after. This might not be our double dildo moment, but I knew Braden…and he was ready and willing to play.

He broke our kiss to yank his T-shirt over his head. He leaned across me to grab the bottle of lube from the top drawer and handed it to me before turning away again. We’d been tested months ago and condoms were no longer part of the program, so I wasn’t sure what he was looking for until—

“Well, what do we have here?” I singsonged, popping open the cap on the lube.

“This one is clean,” he said, dropping the ten-inch toy on the mattress beside me. He laid flat on his back then spread his legs wide then motioned for me to hand over the lube.

I poured some onto my palm and his before scooting between his thighs. I stroked myself languidly while giving him a thorough once-over. Fuck, he was beautiful.

“Mine.”

Braden moaned. “Yes. Hurry. I’m about to explode.”

“How did you get so worked up so fast, baby? Was it the porn, the dildo collection, or…organizing my T-shirts?” I lubed up the toy then traced his entrance a few times before pushing a single digit inside.

“Oh, fuck. Give me another one.”

“Slow down and talk dirty to me. Tell me what turned you on,” I purred.

“You.”

I held up the dildo and arched a brow. “And what else?”

Braden’s Adam’s apple slid in his throat theatrically. He licked his lips as he gripped his shaft and tugged it. “The idea of us fucking each other at the same time makes me crazy. My mind is tripping over it. I should warn you, I don’t think I’m gonna last, so just…give your fingers and—”

“How many?”

“Two.” His breath hitched when I obeyed. “Oh, yes.”

I twisted my wrist the way I knew he like it then slipped the tip of another digit in. “Feel good?”

He nodded. “Fuck me, El. Please.”

“God, I love it when you beg.” I pulled my fingers out and inched closer still. I tapped my cock against his hole, loving the way it twitched. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Let’s try this first.” I put the tip of the dildo at his entrance and slowly pushed. Watching it disappear inside him was hot as fuck. I only gave him a couple of inches. “When we use the other toy, we can be like this…face to face.”

“I want to do it,” he panted, lowering his gaze to watch the action.

“I know, baby.” I didn’t want him to come like this. That was reserved for me. But damn, I loved that sex-hazed half-mast look. I kissed him hard and pulled away.

“What are you doing?”

“Turn around. Hands on the headboard,” I commanded, smacking his bare ass. I waited for him to obey then added, “Let’s see how much of Donny you can take.”

“Who?” he snorted.

“Donny the dildo. Every dildo needs a name. This big guy is Donny.”

“Oh, my God. You’re insane and I—oh…yeah, right there. More. Do it like you mean it.”

I pressed kisses along his spine and whispered dirty sweet nothings until he told me he was ready for more. His cock was leaking precum, and mine was hard enough to pound nails in the wall by the time I tossed the toy aside, lined my cock at his hole and plunged inside.

I fucked him in a frenzy, grasping his shoulders as I pumped my hips. Braden clutched the headboard with white knuckles, chanting one long steady stream of “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” So I did.

We came seconds apart and collapsed on the mattress, panting like we’d both run a marathon. I stared at the ceiling and sucked in a breath before rolling onto my side.

I ran my fingers along his jaw. “Let’s stay home and have a pizza picnic.”

Braden smiled. “That sounds so…romantic. But we can’t flake on our friends. That’s not cool.”

“They won’t even notice if we’re not there.”

“Yeah, they will. It’s not a kegger, El. It’s a dinner party,” he said, sitting up.

“That sounds so grown up. Did we get old and no one told me?” I griped, throwing my arm over my eyes.

Braden climbed over me, nudging my arm with his nose before pressing a kiss on my lips. “Yep. We’re getting older every day. Science, you know.”

“Ha.” I captured his wrist before he pulled away. “Are you gonna love me when I’m old and gray and need Viagra to get it up?”

He didn’t laugh like I thought he would. His expression was actually a little serious.

“I’ll love you forever, Elliot. You never have to worry about that. I don’t care if you lose your hair, gain weight, or start wearing socks with your Birkenstocks. I’ll always love you.”

“I don’t own Birkenstocks.”

“Someday, you might. And you might trade in your board shorts for khaki cargo shorts too.”

“No way will I look like someone’s dad,” I scoffed.

Braden grinned. “Hey, someday you might be someone’s dad.”

I kissed his hand. “Are we going to have kids? And if so, how many?”

“Yes and…I don’t know. Maybe two?” He made a funny face and bit his bottom lip. “Am I freaking you out?”

I shook my head then sat up quickly and put my arms over his shoulders. “No. I want those things. I want us to grow old together. I want to marry you, have kids with you…I want it all.”

“Me too. I love you.”

He kissed me again before getting out of bed, surveying the room with a wary gaze. No doubt he was mentally cataloging what needed to be done and where everything should go. I smiled at the thought.

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Never let me wear cargo shorts or Birkenstocks,” I deadpanned. “Especially not together. Our kids will be traumatized.”

“They’ll get over it. They’d be far more traumatized if they knew their dads played with toys.” Braden snickered then picked up the double-sided dildo and pointed at the one on the mattress. “Hand it over, please.”

I did as he asked, but I couldn’t rein in my grin at the sight of Braden and the dildos. “I see you’ve got the big guy too. Does that mean you wanna try him out after dinner?”

“Nope. My ass needs a break. But I’ll clean them…for next time.”

“Good idea. You can just throw them all in the dishwasher if you want,” I suggested, hopping out of bed and heading for the bathroom.

Braden followed me. “What? No way. Sex toys don’t go in the dishwasher. Ever. You have to wash them by hand with gentle soap, like Ivory or—oh. You’re joking, uh? Please say you’re joking.”

I busted up laughing as I turned on the water. “I’m joking. But I think you could stick it in the dishwasher or even in the washing machine…with your undies. Let’s ask Sky and Colby. Maybe they know.”

“Oh, my God.” He tossed the double-sided dildo at me and shook his head ruefully. “Please don’t.”

“Do I look like the kind of guy who’d bring up sex toys at dinner?”

 

Braden-

 

Yes. The answer was yes. A million times over. The crazy thing was…Elliot didn’t say a word and it still came up in conversation at dinner.

To be continued…

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