Even though I already knew he did all this himself.
He ended up leaning his shoulders against the shower wall, making me lose my grip a little on the rag. He grabbed my wrist and gently pulled my hand away, making the rag fall from his dick with a plop on the bottom of the tub.
He eyed me up, his sightline landing between my open legs, where my dick was pushing out my trousers, the outline clearly visible. He held my hand, moving his gaze back to mine, wanting me to make the next move. I nodded and moved my hand back to his engorged rod, wrapping my fingers around him, skin to skin, feeling the texture of his glans and smoothness of his shaft.
I lightly tightened my hold, making Jim groan again, closing his eyes. “God, yes. Squeeze it,” he breathily exhaled. “It feels so tender after the rough sensation of the rag.”
With my hand in the shape of a tunnel, I slid up and down his full length, feeling the bulge of the veins protruding from his shaft. At the base, I had to loosen my grip as his dick got wider, my hand nestled in his wiry soft blonde hair.
Coming back to the head, I rubbed my thumb up over the thick lip of the ridge, up to the tip and his slit, opening and fingering the little hole making Jimmy gasp out. I then tightened my hold over his tip making him moan, “Charlie, aww God!” with his torso expanding repeatedly with strong pulls of air like he was trying to control himself if he could.
Repeating, I sped up my strokes, making Jimmy’s breathing come out more erratic, like he was starting to hyperventilate. He must be close, since he wastapping the back of his head against the tiled wall, moaning uncontrollably with no audible words.
I reached out with my other hand and cupped his hanging balls, also lightly covered in wiry fur, the size of them taking up my entire palm. They seemed much lower from the heat of the water, and swinging from the motion of my hand movement. I massaged them in my palm while continuing the assault with my other hand, paying attention to his head, noticing it got the most reaction, occasionally revisiting his slit.
“Oh God, Charrrlie– Oh God!” He practically yelled, echoing in the bathroom, pushing his dick out towards me out of reflex, fucking my hand, his balls lifting up out of my palm completely.
His exclamation was the only warning I got, moaning in one continuous breath that fluctuated louder with every spurt that came. The long white ropes shot out of this dick, right at me, the first right passed my head. Two, three, hitting me on the chin and my shirt. The fourth fell short and landed on the floor and the lip of the tub. The fifth drooled out like his moan, dripping into the tub, to be washed down the drain. I had never seen so much juice in one load before since I never shot that much myself.
Ever.
Jim just stood there, eyes still closed, water still running, breathing heavily to the point I was starting to get worried. His eyes popped, looking down at me still squatting in front of him. He took my hand and tugged my arm up, so I stood. Before I could get all the way up, he grabbed my chin and gave me a fierce kiss. His tongue forcing in, sliding along mine, then flicking up to rub it against the top of my mouth, moaning the whole time.
Then he did the most unexpected thing. He used his thumb to smear the mess that landed on my face all over the edge of my chin. He then lowered his mouth, licked what he spread around like it was icing, making his way back to my lips, cleaning me up, before kissing me again with tongue. The taste was unexpected. Salty like a piece of savory meat but freshly clean too.
He pulled away, framing my face with his hands. He gave me a sweet little peck on my forehead, “Thank you, Honey. That was phenomenal. Truly.” He repeated the gesture then turned to cut the water off, a big open mouth smile on his face. I held out my arm for him to get out of the tub safely, then grabbed his towel. I helped pat him dry below the waist, not afraid to touch him anymore, making sure his dick, balls and ass were thoroughly attended to, popping my eyebrow and the corner of my mouth when he chuckled at being tickled.
I placed a new bandage over his stitches, and after I made him promise to not bend over or twist, I left him to finish his hair and use the mirror while I went to get a clean set of pajamas ready for him and a new shirt for me, while still extremely hard in my pants.
Once alone, it hit me what I just did, my brain misfiring. My mouth opened in a mix of awe and happiness. Putting my hands to my face, feeling my cheeks that were raised with excitement, thinking, I touched a dick.
That wasn’t my own.
And it was glorious!
twenty-one
Flip His Lid
Jim
Ican’t believe that just happened. Holy shit!
It was the best damn hand job I have ever had. From a guy with zero experience, no less. It was like he could read my mind or just knew what I liked. It got me there so fast. I mean, it had been a while since I was last with someone else. It’s not like other men were just available at anyone’s whim. I usually had to go hunting.
Standing and looking in the mirror at myself, I was actively smiling. It was a rare sight, even for me to see it myself. It’s like I have been plugged in for the first time and getting the full power I needed to be happy.
I controlled my hair and shaved since it had been days since I had done that task. I was getting overly scruffy for my taste. I brushed my teeth even though I’ve been kissing Charlie, invasively, all morning.
Going back to the bedroom bare ass naked, my now flaccid cock swaying as I walked, having left my towel to dry in the bathroom. Charlie was waiting holding a pajama set for me. When he looked up, his frozen eyes beamed right at my crotch, making him bite his bottom lip. I tilted my head in return, wondering why he was also in pajamas. Before I could ask, he beat me to it, “We are staying in bed all day. I noticed you started another book yesterday, and I have one to read too. And this way you can continue to get your rest. Sound like a plan?” Then he held up a pajama set for me.
“Sounds amazing, Honey.” I walked over for him to help me in my bottoms, no undergarments this time, and with more confident movements from him. He pulled my bottoms up over my soft dick, grazing it by mistake, and making it jiggle. “Be careful or we will be right back where we just were,” I teased.
That’s when I realized that, oh my God, he made me juice but he never did himself.
I bet he is in agony right now.
He had just slipped my shirt on for me and came around to button it up himself. He was on the second button down, when I grabbed his hand to hold them there against my chest. When Charlie looked into my eyes, brow low, I stated, “You didn’t finish off. You did me, but–”
