Page 55 of The Quirky Vet

A hungry moan falls from his lips as I clasp my fingers around him. I give his cock a firm squeeze, and he grunts out a guttural, animalistic sound. I begin to stroke him in long, deep, sensual pulls all the way from his patch of dark pubes to the top of his swollen cockhead.

"So good," he murmurs, gripping the top of the shower screen, which only inflates his already impressive biceps. "Keep going."

Uh, yeah, you don't have to tell me twice.

I can't say that I've been dreaming of this precise moment. My feelings for Fitz have never progressed past theI think I like him in more than a friend way. I never allowed myself to envision actually doing anything sexual with him. But now that the moment has arrived, this feels like the most natural thing in the world.

I increase the speed, varying the pressure I'm applying, as my hand glides up and down his cock. His abs jerk and flex in response, his eyes remain squeezed shut, and his whimpers and moans are the sexiest sounds I've ever heard.

It's electrifying to see how his body is responding…and knowing I'm the one causing it. I'm the one bringing him this pleasure. I'm the one making my best friend come undone.

Without warning, his eyes pop open, and he lays his hand over mine. His light-brown eyes blaze with heat. "My turn."

"Oh. Okay."

He shuffles us around so the water falls down my back. Not knowing what to do with my hands but wanting to keep them out of the way, I fold my arms across my chest.

Fitz grins, amused.

"What?" I ask.

"You're giving off stern school principal vibes right now. Unfold your arms."

I snort and lower them to my sides. "Sorry."

"Mate, stop apologising for things you don't have to be sorry about."

"Okay. Sor?—"

The words stall in my throat when he wraps his fingers around me. The rough texture of his callouses against my cock and the slightly strange angle he's holding me at send a flurry of excitement jolting through me.

This is happening. This is really happening. My best friend has his hand on me and is about to jerk me off.

Adjusting his grip, he gives my cock a few rough strokes. Stops. Starts again. Stops again. He eventually finds a good position and angle, and we bring our foreheads together as we jerk each other off.

"You close?" he asks, his voice strained.

"I can be," I answer, increasing the pressure and intensity of my grip.

"Oh, fuck." He cranes his head up. "I'm close."

"Come," I spur him on. "I want to see you come."

As if obeying my command, his body starts rocking as his dick sends thick ropes of cum flying into the air. They mingle with the water before falling down towards the drain.

When he's done, I replace his hand with mine and stroke myself, riding the edge for the last few seconds I can manage before my orgasm barrels into me with an intensity I've never gotten out of a wank before. Fitz braces my upper arms as I shake out the last drops of cum from my cock.

He turns the water off, and we stand there, panting in the steam-filled shower for a few moments.

His fingers gently clasp the back of my neck. "You know, I think you might be my bi-curious gateway drug."

"I think you might be mine." I let out a soft chuckle as the steam starts to fade. "Oh, wait. You never got to taste me."

"That's okay," he says, getting out of the shower. He unfolds a fluffy white towel and opens it. "Hopefully, I'll get another chance."

I step forwards, and he wraps the towel snugly around me. "Yeah. I'd like that."

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