Page 56 of Freeze Frame

Josh lifted his head, and his gaze met mine. His legs spread wider and then wider still, and he slipped two fingers into his hole. He drove them deep, going slow and never looking away from me. He plunged them in and out a few times before adding a third.

God, I was jealous of his hands and the way they got to touch him. I wanted his fingers to be my fingers. I wanted to be the one thrusting them into him, stretching him open, getting him wet.

Josh shifted his position. He moved so he could stretch his legs out in front of him and leaned back on pillows he’d rested up against the headboard. He parted his legs again, nice and wide so I could see everything. So I could watch both hands roam down, caressing his inner thighs.

My heart stuttered when he reached for the red cock and brought it to his mouth. He licked the head with a flat, wide tongue, and stared at me the whole time. I knew what I wanted the looks he gave me to mean. I wanted them to mean that he never wanted to leave. That he wanted to build something with me. Something solid and real and steady. And maybe it did mean all that because his gaze felt like another love confession. Or maybe it was my own love being mirrored back at me.

Josh fellated the red cock that I’d picked out for him. He showed off his impressive deep throat skills by taking the cock all the way down to the balls. When he pulled it out, he stared at me and trailed the glistening tip of it down his body.

“I’m so empty,” Josh rasped. He managed to grab the lube without breaking eye contact.

His words brought my own emptiness to attention. My whole body thrummed to the beat of my heart as my pulse pounded in my ears.Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.It drownedeverything else out, everything except the snick of the lube cap and the wet sound of Josh slicking the cock up.

I hadn’t looked at the phone screen in so long I wasn’t sure if I was getting any of this in the shot, but I couldn’t make myself look away even for a second.

Josh took the wet cock and teased his hole with it. His fingers stroked his cock, teasing the tender flesh with a delicate touch.

I didn’t know where to look. At the cock that slowly inched its way inside him or the fingers that caressed his dick, stroking and teasing it. Something he was doing was making him squirm and whimper, and I didn’t even hate that it wasn’t me that got to make him utter those sounds.

Slowly, the dick made it all the way inside him, and Josh let out a sigh. Then it looked like he tried to shove it deeper and deeper. He ground down against it as he held it firmly inside himself.

“Should I have picked a longer cock?” My mouth snapped shut the second the words left my lips. I hadn’t even meant to say anything, but he was lying there, writhing on that cock like he could make it grow if he wanted it bad enough.

“I don’t know, David. It depends.” Josh drew the cock out at a glacial pace and then rammed it back in. He gasped and moaned and did it again.

“What depends… what does it depend on?” I asked, officially too horny to think straight. Or talk right. Or hold a phone steady.

“It depends on if you think you could take that dick after I fuck myself with it.”

This time the tortured animal sound was one that came out of my mouth. It rumbled up from deep in my chest and tore out of me like Josh had snagged it with a fishing hook and reeled it in.

“Would you?” he asked, slowly fucking himself with the cock. “Would you let me fuck you with this same dick?”

I didn’t mean to laugh, and I wasn’t even sure the sound that wheezed out of me could be considered one. Josh raised an eyebrow in a silent question. “I’d let you do just about anything you wanted to me.”

“Oooh, so close to carte blanche,” Josh teased, but didn’t seem disappointed by the limit ofalmostanything.

He tipped his head back again, something he did when what he was doing felt particularly good. In this case it was probably the slow, torturous way he fucked himself with that toy. Or maybe it was the way he teased and tormented his cock. Toying with it, stroking it, pressing down on it and grinding against it.

For a moment, Josh touched himself like I wasn’t even there. Like it was just him and his hands and the way he knew how to stroke, where to touch, to get the most pleasure. And then his eyes flew open and our gazes clashed. Josh rammed the cock deep inside him again and again and again until he was coming apart. Thrashing and moaning and never taking his eyes off me, even when pleasure tried to force them closed.

There wasn’t any blood left in my brain. It was all in my pants, pressing my throbbing, leaking cock against my zipper, begging to be set free. I didn’t dare touch myself, or I’d probably come, and I didn’t want to finish until Josh wanted me to finish.

“You’re amazing,” I told him. “So fucking beautiful. How are you real?”How are you mine? How am I lucky enough to get to see this? How am I lucky enough to have you love me?

“Come here,” was his response.

Powerless to do anything but obey, I walked over to the side of the bed. The cock was still buried deep in his hole, and he reached for me. No, for the phone that I forgot I’d been holding. He took it from me and turned it off, then set it aside.

Josh wrapped his fingers around my hand and shoved it between his legs, putting it on the base of the red cock. “Fuck mewith it. Fuck me with it and then I’m going to strip you bare and put you on your face and fuck you with it too.”

All the air left my lungs. My legs weren’t going to hold me upright for much longer, so I climbed onto the bed. I didn’t dare try to remove my clothes. My orgasm was perilously close to the surface, and I feared any touch would send me toppling over the edge.

Instead, I focused on Josh, on kneeling over him. So close I could smell the arousal flooding the room but still too far away from that mouth of his. I ached to kiss him, but he hadn’t asked that of me so I held off.

I grabbed the base of the cock and made sure I had a good grip on it. The first couple of thrusts were slow to tease, to get a feeling for how the cock moved inside him and how much of a distance there was to sink it fully into him.

“You’re killing me, David.” Josh’s words were more air than sound. A gentle rasp that skimmed across my own arousal like I was an instrument he was playing. He reached down and took a hold of my hand and forced it to thrust the cock into him deep and hard and fast.