Page 56 of All Roads Lead to You

“Uh-huh.”

“Just do that for me, but you’ll be doing it from a different angle. Focus on what turns you on and the spots you like to be touched.”

Instead of going right at it, Logan fisted me and gently ran his thumb over the head, making my entire fucking body shudder. He set it down and dragged his fingers across my length, exploring. No one had ever explored my dick before, not like this. My heart hammered against my chest, and my breathing was too fast as all the blood in my body traveled straight to my cock. How was this so fucking hot?

The backs of his fingertips dragged down until they ghosted over my nuts, and I shuddered again as a moan slipped out.

His eyes met mine at the sound. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” I breathed. I was incapable of saying anything else, hyper-focused on his touch.

My fingers curled into my palms to keep from reaching out and touching him. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t want to break this spell he was under. Fuck, I was under his spell, too.

“This… doesn’t weird you out?”

“No. A handy is a handy, right?” I winced at my words. This wasn’t a handy at all. It seemed like it was more than that, but I didn’t want to presume or scare him away.

“I guess.”

Logan now sat up, fisted my dick at the base, and ran his fingers over the head again, swiping away an abundant amount of pre-cum from my slit.

“I have some lube in my backpack for when I rub one out.”

He shook his head. “You’re wet enough. Are guys always this wet? I don’t make this much.”

“I… wouldn’t know.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He spread my pre-cum around my dick and started stroking. It was slow at first, methodical, but soon he got into the rhythm of it.

“Does that… feel good?”

So fucking much.

“Yeah, pretty good. Just a little tighter.”

He squeezed harder, and my eyes rolled up into my head. It wasn’t that he was brilliant at giving a handy, but the idea of a man and my stepbrother doing it sent electricity coursing through me and then gathered around my groin and nuts. It felt a little taboo, which turned me the hell on.

With no bodily control, I suddenly thrust into his fist as another groan slipped out of me.

Logan cupped his balls and dick with his other hand, but did nothing about it as he stroked me faster. I willed him to touch himself, but he did nothing but focus on me.

My nuts drew up tight, and I arched my back a few times as I got closer. The pressure was unreal, and my spine fucking tingled.

“Fuck…” I hissed.

After a few more strokes, I was done for. My body froze for a second, and I held my breath to hold on to my climax for as long as possible and pumped into his fist while I came all over my stomach.

My hands fisted my sleeping bag as the air in the humid tent filled with arousal and the musky scent of cum. Then I deflated and melted into the ground as I grew numb while I still pulsed in Logan’s hand, who hadn’t let me go yet.

I peeked an eye open at his silence and stillness. He looked at my softening dick and cum-spattered stomach. My breath caught when he swiped a finger with his other hand through it and dabbed the stickiness on his tongue.

Holy crap, why was that so hot?

“Do you… want me to help you with that?” I asked, nodding at his swollen package.

Logan suddenly let me go, stared at me with the widest eyes I’d seen on him yet, and scrambled out of the tent. “I can’t do this.”

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