Benson Brothers Story 3 (Gay Fiction): My Love Is Real, #3

By Trina Solet

Sean is so hard to satisfy. Now that Brian is in his bed, Sean wants more. Is Sean rushing things when he wants to move in? A dangerous complication in Brian's family life might derail his plans. But can anything really keep them apart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: TS
• Release date: Sep 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502269973

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My Love Is Real

Benson Brothers Story 3

Gay Fiction

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By Trina Solet

My Love Is Real 3

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Sean woke up to the feeling of his arm being punched.

Get off me, a gruff voice was saying right in his ear. It was Brian, and he looked only half awake. He was tangled up with Sean and Sean's sheets and not happy about it.

Ow! You get off! Sean yelled back at him.

Why am I on the wet spot? Brian complained, looking down though his eyes were mostly closed.

Because you made it. Are you stuck?

Brian shoved at him until they were extricated from each other. Their entanglement was at least half Brian's fault.

Since when are you so violent? Sean asked him. He rubbed his arm and watched Brian's ass as he bent over to put on his jeans.

I'm not a morning person, Brian admitted.

That's going to be a problem since we'll be waking up together a lot, Sean told him.

Brian scoffed as he stepped out the door. The jeans were all he had put on. He just needed to be decent so he could go to the bathroom. Sean attributed the lack of enthusiastic agreement to the plan of them waking up together only to Brian's shitty mood and nothing more. Brian didn’t come over to his place to be his fuck buddy. As far as Sean was concerned, they were now written in stone.

While waiting for him to come back, Sean pictured Brian's ass at the moment just as his jeans went up and over it. That was some ass – pale, firm, offered to Sean to grope, to fuck, to bury his face in. Sean blinked slowly. Closing his eyes, he watched obscene pictures of Brian on the backs of his eyelids. He had to open his eyes so he could see the real Brian walk through the door. He came back just in time to watch Sean stroking his morning wood. He gave the action a hard, heavy lidded glare.

You are not allowed in my ass for at least a week, he told Sean. He unzipped to let out his own hard-on. With his jeans opened so invitingly, he walked over and climbed on the bed.

69, Sean proposed. They laid head to tow on their sides. Sean pulled down Brian's jeans so he could grope his ass. Brian stopped licking around the head of Sean’s cock to say, You remember me telling you to stay out of my ass, right? Sean nodded and rubbed Brian’s ass but avoided any probing. After some mutual sucking and ass fondling, Sean paused.

I didn't tell you to stay out of mine, he told Brian. Brian gave him a raised eyebrow before plugging his ass with a saliva lubed finger. Sean writhed for a minute at the incredible sensation as Brian watched him. When Brian started giving him head and swirling his finger in Sean's ass, he nearly lost it. Brian spit on two fingers and slid them in. Two was better than one. Sean felt like he would lose all control. He would have fucked Brian's mouth, but he didn't want to interfere with what Brian was doing to him. Just sucking Brian at the same time took all of his concentration. He had to stop when Brian added another finger. That third finger definitely presented a challenge. He breathed as Brian stopped sucking and pushed in. He heard himself moan loudly. Yes, more was definitely better and harder to take, but worth it. He looked into Brian's eyes. Brian was already looking at him intently to judge his reaction. Sean smiled at him even as he panted and groaned as Brian moved in and out of him.

Don't worry, everything you do is good, he assured Brian. He didn’t want him to stop.

Brian bent down to suck him again. Sean knew he couldn't take much more. Out of control, he didn't trust himself to suck Brian. He was gritting his teeth and tensing all over, even around Brian's fingers which moved hard and fast against his