Page 55 of Untouchable Player

Okay, so I’ve only ever had an orgasm by myself, so there isn’t much competition. But I can’t imagine anything feeling much better than that.

I have an overwhelming desire to thank him, but even I know that would be lame.

I get up, my legs a little wobbly, and wet a towel in the bathroom to clean myself up, bringing one in for Jesse.

“Did I wreck your shirt?”

“No,” he wipes at his shirt with the towel. “If you did, it’d be worth it.”

Didheenjoy that? Oh god, I didn’t even do anything in return. His pants are open and I can see a huge bulge in his underwear.

“Take it off.” My face gets red when he looks at me.

“What?”

“Your shirt, so it doesn’t get wrecked.”

“It’s fine…” I tug at the hem and he smiles wryly before pulling it off over his head.

“Better?” he asks.

Holy shit.

I’ve seen him in my room in nothing but a towel, but I was trying very hard not to look at him then. Now I’m looking at the guywho just gave me an amazing hand-job and he’s in my bedroom, his body is beautiful. And not just because it’s big and muscular. It’s not justMen’s Healthcover. It’s Jesse.

I put my hand on his bare chest and he swallows. I have to stand on tip-toes to kiss him and when I do, he puts his hands and my face and I think about him lifting me onto that dryer and want him to do it again. Instead, he presses me back and we tumble onto the bed. I’m spent, but feeling Jesse this hard against me is getting me turned on again.

I slide my hand between us, expecting him to stop me, but he doesn’t. Unhindered, my fingers roam over the bulge in his underwear. His skin is hot and there’s a damp patch over the head of his cock.

He pulls away, his eyes glassy, and tugs at my shirt. I take it off, despite the contrast my skinny chest is going to make against his, but the minute I’m shirtless, Jesse groans and comes back down to kiss me and run his hands over my body.

I rub harder through his underwear and he makes noises close to growls next to my ear and says my name.

When he rolls onto his back, he pulls me on top of him and I straddle him, helping him pull his underwear down. His cock is thick and veiny like his forearms. I hesitate before touching it.

“You don’t have to, Nate…”

“I want to,” I squeeze some lotion into my hand and start stroking it. Jesse closes his eyes and throws his head back.

It’s weird doing this to someone else, not as effortless as I thought it would be. Maybe if I was standing behind him and reaching around it would feel the same. But then I wouldn’t get to see the look on his face or feel his hands sliding across my chest as he loses it under me.

I grind against his thighs as I pump my hand around his cock and it’s like an out of body experience. Who is this guy? If Isaw myself in a mirror right now I’m sure I wouldn’t recognise myself.

Jesse opens his glassy eyes and looks at me, “fuck Nate, that’s good.”

I allow myself to be greedy with my free hand, touching every place I’ve wanted to touch a man. Obviously one hand has a cock in it, and that’s awesome, but the other hand gets to feel up his sexy chest and abs and thighs. Even that stupid tattoo looks pretty hot right now. I want to be as confident as he was in all this. To bend down and whisper in his ear, “come for me,” but I’m too shy.

When he grips me by the hips, I take that as a sign to speed up. He bucks up into my hand and I get hard rubbing against his thighs and watching him lost control.

“Nate,fuck…” everything else is unintelligible as he shoots his load onto his chest.

I stay still and give him a minute to recover. He actually looks vulnerable lying under me right now, catching his breath. When he looks at me, it’s with a lazy smile.

“Fuck Nate, that was…” he laughs and runs a hand over his face.

“Good?”

“Very good.”

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