Page 5 of Fluffing the Stallion

When Clay looks back at me, I raise an eyebrow. Sucking in a deep breath, he reaches over and closes his hand around my dick. I fight hard to contain my moan. His hand is rough and calloused, like he lifts all day without gloves, his grip tight and sure. You’d never be able to tell he was having second thoughts just moments ago.

He tugs on my cock slowly, watching his hand as he moves it back and forth. “Feels different, but not bad,” he mutters as if he’s talking to himself. His grip tightens and I hiss. He looks at me quickly, then back down to where he’s touching me. “It would be better with some lube.”

As if he materialized from thin air, Jake is beside us, drizzling lube between us. “Thanks,” Clay murmurs, not taking his eyes off my dick. “That better?” he asks me, pumping me in sure strokes.

“Much,” I groan, not bothering to pretend this doesn’t feel fucking phenomenal. God, his hand is like magic. The right amount of pressure and his stroke technique is impeccable—twisting on the upstroke and gripping my cockhead firmly. “Damn, Clay. You got skills.”

I try to step back, but he puts his arm around my back, startling me. I didn’t expect him to touch me anywhere but my cock. His touch sends a bolt of awareness through me. It zings down my spine and settles in my balls.

“No,” Clay murmurs. “Let me finish. I told Jake I could get you off in three minutes or less.” Jake chuckles darkly beside us.

With wide eyes, I look up at him to see if he’s serious. He sure looks it. Though he was cautious before, now he looks determined. Fuck it, why not?

Chuckling, I check the clock above Jake’s desk to note the time. 4:51 pm. “I just came ten minutes ago. I don’t think you can.”

“Watch,” is all he says, then really goes to work.

His grip changes, tightening but not painfully. His hand moves at a leisurely pace, but something about it feels urgent. Groaning, I place my head on his shoulder, leaning into him as I watch his hand work. My angry red cockhead popping in and out of his tan fist is obscene and I have to shut my eyes against the image.

Groans and grunts trail up the back of my throat and fall from my lips, unable to be contained from the onslaught of Clay jerking me off. His hand around my back tightens and I lean in closer to him, fighting hard not to fuck the circle of his fist. He said he wanted to get me off himself—this is his show.

Then Clay does something with his hand—not real sure what since my eyes are closed—and I can’t hold back anymore. With a shout, I’m coming all over his hand. My orgasm tackles me, shooting down my spine and out of my dick before I can give him warning. Body shuddering, I come hard, like I didn’t just come minutes ago in a scene. My climax rolls through me and I have to lock my knees so they don’t buckle from the intensity. Clay’s hand around my back holds me up as he continues to stroke me, pulling all the cum from my dick until my balls are empty.

When my body stops shaking and his strokes become painful from sensation overload, I stop his hand and move it from my dick. Opening my eyes, I see that I got cum all on his pants. I also notice how much I’m leaning on him. Embarrassed, I bend my knees, trying to restore circulation in my lower legs before I pass out.

Clearing my throat, I lift my head and push off him, pulling my pants up with shaky hands. “Sorry about your pants.” My release is all over his dark gray sweats, a wet spot pooling over his thigh. My cock twitches as I watch it slide down his pants leg and have an overwhelming urge to come on his bare skin. That’ll never happen, but a man can dream.

As if dazed, Clay looks down at his pants then back at me. “No problem. We have a washing machine at home. Though I could use a towel or napkin.”

We stare at each other, Clay and I, for what seems like forever, but could have only been a few seconds.

Then Jake interrupts us, stuffing a towel in Clay’s hand. With a pleased tone, he asks Clay, “When can you start, kid?”

I step back from Clay to adjust myself, glancing at the clock. Well, fuck me.

It’s 4:53 pm.

three

CLAY

Ican’t believe I jerked a man off last week. I can’t believe I did it and I didn’t hate it. In fact, I kind of liked how Yuri fell apart in my hands. Because of my hand.

Under other circumstances, I wouldn’t have come near a man’s cock. It’s not something I thought about. There’s nothing wrong with men being into men, I just didn’t think I would ever be in a situation where I would willingly touch another guy’s dick.

It’s not like I haven’t looked at men and thought they were good looking. Sure, I can say a man is good looking objectively, but never wanted to touch them or anything else. But for three grand per session, I can do that, no problem.

Besides, it’s not like touching Yuri is a bad thing. He’s an attractive guy, his dark brown hair full and thick, longer at the top and cut close on the sides. His dark blue eyes were friendly and open, like he’s an honest guy that wasn’t trying to do any predatory shit. And against my better judgement, I zoned in on his mouth, how it quirked into a smile and noticed how plump his lips were. I felt butterflies in my belly. Very unfamiliar butterflies.

Aside from the weird butterflies and weird feelings I can’t analyze right now, I actually enjoyed what I did to him. I enjoyed the challenge in his eyes when I told him I could get him off in three minutes or less and make it good for him. His cocky grin pushed me that one small bit for my resolve to harden—no pun intended.

Wrapping my hand around his length was a weird experience. It felt different than my own, thicker and longer for sure. While I’m not a slouch in the dick department, Yuri deserves his name of Houston Stallion. His cock has to be around eight inches and coke-can thick. Whoever takes that up the ass is a champ. I wonder if I could.

Nope. Not going there. With effort, I shove that thought from my head.

But hot on its heels, I find myself curious of if I can fit him in my mouth. Jake told me as Yuri’s fluffer, I might have to blow him if staring at my ass or jerking him off wasn’t effective. God, what would he feel like in my mouth? Would I be able to open wide enough? Will he fuck my throat like I’ve done to the chicks that sucked my dick?

God, these thoughts. What is going on with me?

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