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“Yeah.” Among other things.
Hell.
“Okay, how about this. You like watching.” And I do watch, fascinated, as a flush rises to his cheeks. “You tried watching two girls together. How about watching different couplings?”
“Couplings? As in—?”
“Guy and girl,” he says quickly.
That doesn’t sound too painful. Or useful, for that matter. “Jet, I told you I’ve done that. I’ve jacked off to porn as much as the next guy. It’s not working.”
“Do it with me.”
“What?” I blink stupidly at him.
“Jerk off with me. Let’s watch a video together.” He shrugs. “Hey, bros do this. It’s nothing unusual. It may help you get into the moment. You need to experiment a little, dude. Sexuality is a wild ride. It’s not a one-way street.”
Is he serious? Guys do this together? I know I’ve had kind of a sheltered childhood. My parents are damn conservative and don’t even like each other anyway. But in college I tried a few things.
Well, I fucked girls, mainly. Went down on them. Tried a few positions.
Damn, Jet is right, I should try something different, experiment a little. What would it hurt?
So I nod, and he flashes me a bright, though somewhat nervous grin as he goes to grab his laptop. We stretch out on his bed, our backs propped against the wall, and fuck, my stomach is churning.
Then he reaches behind his neck and pulls off his T-shirt in one movement. He leans back beside me, his lean chest rippling with muscles. His dark ink swirls over his pecs—a sinking sailing ship, and on his arms a skull, a raven, a distorted clock. His ink is familiar.
This position isn’t. My mouth is suddenly bone-dry.
Gets drier when he pushes down his pants, leaving him only in his black briefs, which are tented in the front with a very impressive hard-on.
Fucking hell, I can clearly see the outline of his cock, jutting sideways inside his briefs.
Oh yeah, he’s hard.
And I’m so fucking turned-on I can’t breathe. Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I reach down, push on my erection to ease some of the motherfucking pressure, then start undressing, too.
He’s not looking at me as I throw off my tie, unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, then start working on my belt and zipper to finally get rid of my pants.
But when I’m done, left in my white briefs, I find his gaze on me, hot like fire.
He grins, then reaches for his laptop and starts a movie he downloaded.
The girl is pretty, a perky brunette, the guy strong and not bad looking, either—should I be noticing these things? Christ.
“Pretend it’s nerdy girl,” Jet says, and I nod, trying not to look at him where he’s sitting beside me, half-naked and muscular and much more handsome than the guy in the video.
The woman and the guy on screen start kissing, and she starts stroking him. He’s naked, and well hung, and he rocks into her hand. Then he goes down on her, and she goes wild, writhing underneath him, while he strokes himself.
Fuck, this is good. I find my breathing going shallow, and I reach for my dick. Movement from beside me makes me twitch—Jet, I forgot for a second he’s here, too. He licks his lips, swallows hard, lifts his hips a little, and my gaze is helplessly drawn to his cock.
The tip is peeking up from his briefs, flushed and wet, and oh fuck.
I push down my briefs and grab my dick, needing to come so damn bad. The woman on screen moans, and now the guy is fucking her, ramming his cock into her in slow, controlled thrusts. Her tits are bouncing, and fuck, if this was Candy…
Jet gasps, and I turn to find him jacking off. His hand is inside his briefs, only the top of his dick showing with every firm stroke. He licks his lips and looks at my cock, then my face.
“I won’t last,” he rasps, and his words are like a spark behind my balls.
