Page 37 of Deceiving Grier

“Fuck, you shouldn’t say things like that. There are so many things I want to do to you.”

I heard him swallow hard, and a thrill shot straight to my dick.

“Like what?” he rasped.

“Well, you’d be naked to start because I love looking at you. Do you like that, me looking at you?”

“Yes,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper. “I like looking at you, too.”

Heat rolled through me like a warm wave, my cock thickening and pressing against my suddenly too-tight jeans. “Once I had you naked, maybe I’d put you on your knees and feed you my cock.”

“Fuck,” Grier gasped.

“Like that idea, huh?”

“God, yes.”

So did I, if I was honest. I made a quiet vow to myself that as soon as Grier was home, we would do exactly what I’d described.

“Are you hard?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Not yet.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah, the guy I’m sharing a room with went to the bar with some of the other guys from the team.” Not Grier though, I thought, but didn’t say anything. “He won’t be back until late.”

“What are you wearing?”

Grier huffed out a laugh. “A little cliche, don’t you think?”

I chuckled. “Whatever works, man. So?”

“Athletic shorts and a T-shirt. Do you need me to describe the color?”

“Unnecessary. Push down your shorts so your dick is out.”

I heard the sound of rustling fabric before Grier said, “Okay.”

“Now, take hold of your cock and start to jerk yourself off, but slowly. Not too fast. Not yet.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Are you touching yourself?”

I wasn’t, not yet, but there was no time like the present. While holding my phone to my ear with one hand, I yanked open my fly and shoved down my jeans and underwear with the other, lifting my hips to get them past my ass. My cock sprang free, the missing pressure from jeans and instant relief.

I gripped my dick and began stroking. Between the tight friction of my hand and Grier’s soft gasps, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“If you had lube, I’d have you finger your ass and open yourself up.”

“Shit,” Grier hissed, voice shaky.

“I wish I could see you,” I said, sliding my hand up and down the length of my dick. “I wish I had you spread out on my bed so I could watch you jerk off and finger your hole.”

Grier moaned, sweet and needy, and my hand on my dick stroked faster. I could tell he was close by his soft, breathy whimpers, but so was I.

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