Page 33 of Man On

Noah: I’m serious.

Noah: Don't ignore me or I'll come in there.

Damn it.

Lane: Yes.

Noah: Yes, you're hard or yes, you want me to come in there?

Lane: Yes, I'm hard. DO NOT come in here.

I try to put the idea of him coming in here out of my head, but my head really likes that idea. But that's not happening. This shouldn't be happening. Why am I letting him do this again?

Noah: Any pre-cum?

Lane: Yes.

Noah: Good, spread it down your shaft and use it to stroke that big dick of yours.

Is he really… Does he have to make it sound like he likes it so much? It sends weird sparks to my brain. I do what he says, though, using my arm to stifle a moan.

Noah: Wrap your hand around the bottom of the head and use your foreskin to jerk the head of your cock like the guy in the video.

Jesus, that feels good. Wait. He watched it? I nearly drop my phone on my face and prop it on the pillow next to me instead.

Noah: I bet you're so close.

I can't respond to him, but my eyes roll back, knowing that he knows what I'm doing and that he's the one making me do it.

“Oh, god,” I choke out.

Noah: You’re going to need to be loud enough for me to hear you, or I won’t know if it’s working.

Groan.

Noah: Jerk yourself faster, get yourself close.

Noah: Harder, Lane.

I moan loudly this time, not able to keep it in.

Noah: That's right.

Noah: When you come, I want to hear it.

My breath catches. Heavy tingling at the base of my spine radiates outward, and gooseflesh spreads over my skin.

"I'm so close," I whine, afraid that something will interrupt the moment. I don't know if he can hear me, but?—

Noah: Come for me and let me hear who makes you come so good.

A choked groan makes its way up my throat as my orgasm overtakes me. My hips flex, thrusting into my fist.

Noah: Say it, Lane.

"Ffffffffuufuu Noah!"

Cum spurts everywhere, like a fountain. My chest and abs, the sheets around me, my boxers that are pushed down my thighs. My phone.

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