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Suddenly his hand is gone, and he rests it on the seat next to him.

My breath is still coming out heavily and so is his, but I don’t push him. I’d never push him to do something he didn’t want to do.

I slide off his lap and sit next to him, our hands brushing.

“Did that make it weird?” I ask, and Cash turns his head toward me.

“Nah, no weirder than when you pooped on my bed in college.”

“Jesus, you’re never going to let me live that down are you?” I say with a laugh, pushing at his shoulder. He shoves me back and before I know it, we’re wrestling in the jacuzzi, our wet bodies rubbing all over each other. It’s not doing my dick any favors. And when I move my thigh slightly to the left I can feel his is standing at attention too.

“This turning you on, Cash?” I say with a laugh as he pins me beneath him, his body pressing mine against the edge of the jacuzzi. His hands bracket my sides and his thighs are between my legs. I wrap them around his lower back and he grunts at the extra weight on him.

“You’re a fuck,” he says with a smile and then he leans down so his elbows are resting on the edge and his hands cup my head, those thick fingers sliding into my hair.

“You gonna kiss me,” I tease and Cash’s eyes flick down to my lips. He’s so damn close, inches away. I could lean up and press my mouth to his before he could even blink. I think I’d like that. I think I’d like kissing Cash.

Instead, he presses a kiss to my cheek and then pushes off of me, standing up and adjusting himself.

“I’m gonna go get changed and head out,” he says, and I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“Probably a good idea,” I say as I grab a towel and throw it at him. He catches it and starts to run it across his body. I try not to look. But my eyes can’t help but admire the view.

“You could just stay here tonight. My bed is big enough.”

“And risk you trying to get me to kiss you again,” Cash says with a smile. “Not a chance in hell.”

“I don’t want to kiss you, asshole.”

“Sure you don’t.”

I flick the towel out and get him in the ass. He glowers at me and then winds up his own, trying to get me, but I’m too fucking nimble. I manage to evade him and scuttle into the house, Cash right behind me.

“You’re too slow, old man.”

He winds up the towel once more and nails me right in the balls. My vision goes white as I bend over, a wheeze escaping me.

“Shiiiiit,” I moan and suddenly Cash is before me, on his knees, his hands on mine as I try to breathe. If this were any other time, I’d joke about him being on his knees for me, but my balls are onfire.

“Got me in the nuts, man,” I gasp. “I think one is bruised.”

Cash’s eyebrows furrow. “Is that a thing?”

“God,” I groan as I suck in a breath. “I think one is gonna fall off. I think it’s falling off right now.”

Cash scoffs and then before I can even blink, my swim shorts are wrenched down and his hand is between my legs, knocking my half-hard cock out of the way and scooping my balls into his hands.

I lose the ability to breathe for another reason altogether. I mean, we’ve seen each other’s dicks, but he’s never touched mine. Let alone my balls. We’ve never done anything like this before.

“Your balls are just fine,” he says, rolling them this way and that, trying to get a closer look at them. “A little small and shriveled, but just fucking fine.”

I stand up a little farther, my legs shuffling wider as Cash examines me methodically.

One of my hands threads through his hair and his eyes shift up to meet mine.

“Suck my dick to make it feel better.”

It’s mostly a joke, but the way Cash’s eyes darken and the way his tongue pokes out has my cock standing at full attention. The pain in my balls dissipates as blood continues to flow south. I’m almost lightheaded from the rush of it.

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