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much that when Chase rolled them in the water, Brad barely registered their change in position. When Chase released him, Brad made a noise of protest before he realized that Chase was pulling the band of his own shorts down to free himself. Brad stiffened for a moment at the thought that Chase was going to fuck him.
"Relax," Chase smirked coldly at Brad's sudden fear but could see that Brad didn't think it was funny. "I'm not going to fuck you in the creek."
Brad relaxed a little in Chase's arms as he brushed Brad's hand off his cock. Chase took them both in his hand and leaned down to kiss Brad again. Brad arched into the touch that was blowing his mind. The sensation of feeling something so hard and so smooth creating friction against him was almost more than he could take. He was not going to last long and already panting when Chase whispered into their kiss.
"But, I will fuck you." Chase gave a final twist of his wrist and felt Brad tense under him.
"Fucccck!" Brad threw his head back as Chase continued to milk the orgasm from him. He gave no thought to how sensitive Brad's cock might be but just continued stroking him.
Feeling Brad's toned body beneath him and his hot cum explode over his hand in the cool water just about got Chase there. He was half tempted to roll his high school tormentor over and just take him, pay him back for all the abuse that the man was responsible for putting him through; Chase shook off the temptation and instead gave himself a few more strokes as Brad quivered beneath him. Imagining himself buried hilt deep as that body quivered was enough to send Chase over the edge, his cum joining Brad's in the creek.
Chase rolled off of Brad to sit on the underwater rock, elbows on his knees. Both men were trying to catch their breath and not looking at one another.
Did I really just do that? Jerked off Brad fucking Wilson? Fuck, talk about desperate.
Chase tried to find the anger that was his comfortable companion when it came to thinking of the guy who was beside him coming down from an orgasm. He was too mellow from his own and it just wasn't there.
Brad was afraid to break the silence as his thoughts swirled. He'd actually gotten off with a guy… and liked it. Fuck, he loved it. So what if that made him gay. That made him think about the last thing Chase had said to him.
But I will fuck you .
Brad's ass clenched at the thought and he wasn't sure what he really thought about that as he sat up and re- buttoned his fly.
It was twilight and Brad glanced at Chase. "Beer?"
Chase looked back at Brad and replied, "Naw. It's getting' late." With that, he stood and climbed out of the creek, leaving Brad where he sat in the water.
"We good?" Brad asked over his shoulder.
"Nothing's changed," Chase said without turning around. "You said it yourself, 'what's the harm in doing something about it.' Well, I did." He bent and picked up his tee shirt and sneakers before looking at Brad again. "You were right. No harm at all. I got off and so did you but that doesn't change anything between us." With those words, Chase turned and headed up the hill into the woods.
Brad watched Chase until the trees swallowed him up. We have to be better than we had been before. Don't we? At least that was Brad's hope as he swam toward his own shore, collected his cooler, and mounted Dusty to ride home.
Chapter 5
    Another Saturday night at the Watering Trough , Chase thought, I really need to get internet. Fucking boondocks. Chase had seen Brad come into the bar and was glad when the guy didn't try to buddy up to him. He still was not sure why he did what he did with the guy in the creek but racked it up to just being horny and some petty payback bullshit. At the time though, he meant what he'd said about fucking him.
    Hell, if he was honest with himself, and he was, he still meant it. He hadn't thought of anything else all week but he wasn't going to chase the guy like a skirt.
    The fear and tension he felt in Brad when he whispered