Page 15 of Jacked
“We…could.” Fuck, did I really just say that? I lick my lips and consider taking it back.
AJ goes as still as a statue, and then out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand flex, squeezing his cock through his shorts.
“What? Jerk off together and see who can edge all the way to the end of the video?” He wheezes a laugh that sounds right on the edge of hysteria. His knee vibrates with a tremble against mine and he pulls it back.
I shrug. “Worried I’ll beat you?” I finally turn to look at him full on with a challenge in my smirk.
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and his chest rises and falls just a little faster than normal, like he’s trying hard to keep his breathing even.
“Isn’t that a little… gay?”
“How is touching our own dicks gay?” I scoff, finally giving in and squeezing the base of my cock. The pressure is just enough to make a moan tighten in my throat and my eyelids flutter.
AJ’s pupils blow wider, making his brown eyes look even darker, and his lips fall open with a look of surprise.
“Yeah, okay,” he says hoarsely.
“Yeah?” Holy shit, I didn’t think he would actually say yes.
He nods. “Can you put the video on the TV screen?”
The video…? Oh, right, the edging prompts. Duh.
I scramble for my phone. It takes me a minute to pull up my bookmarked videos and pair it to the TV thanks to the way my fingers are trembling and my thoughts are spinning. Are we seriously going to do this? Whip our dicks out right here in the living room and see which one of us can edge longer?
My cock jerks and a dribble of precum soaks into my jock. Fuck it, it’s just for fun, right? Guys jerk off; no reason we can’t do it in the same room. I finally manage to get my phone paired to the TV and the opening frame of the video fills the large screen, replacing the baseball game that was there just seconds before. I shift back onto the couch, making myself comfortable again.
“Ready?” I ask.
AJ is holding himself a little stiffly, but he nods without hesitation, so I hit play. There’s no pointless introduction or anything like that, just a naked guy in a chair, his cock standing hard and thick between his thighs. Shit,isthis kind of gay? The video, I mean.
I glance over to see what he thinks. Is it making him uncomfortable? His attention is trained on the screen and he doesn’t look freaked out or disgusted, so it must be okay. The first set of instructions appears across the top of the screen, explaining the edge-o-meter and the rules. It’s not exactly rocket science. You get yourself as close to the edge as you can before the meter hits green, and then the prompt changes and you do whatever it says next. If you bust before the end, you lose.
READY?flashes across the screen.
We both still have our shorts on. Is he waiting for me to take mine off first? I guess someone’s going to have to, and since this was technically my idea, I guess that someone is me. At least, I think this was my idea. Maybe it was both our ideas. Either way, I swallow any awkwardness and shove my shorts and jock down around my thighs.
My cock springs free, slapping against my bare belly. Is AJ looking? Fuck, I don’t want to check just in case he is. Wait, do Iwanthim to be looking? No… right? The heat pooling in my gut doesn’t give me a clear answer, so I shove the question aside for now and get down to what we came here to do.
The “first round” is already underway, so I wrap my hand around my cock and start to stroke myself. I grunt and sink into the couch, letting some of the tension ease out of my body, my attention zeroing in on my achy erection, which has been dying for a little attention all week. I drag my thumb across my cockhead, smearing a sticky dribble of precum over my crown.
Fuck,it feels good. I pull my hand off for just a second to spit into my palm, and then I’m right back to long, tugging strokes, picking up speed as the meter on the screen creeps closer and closer to green. My balls bounce between my legs and more precum leaks from my slit to trickle down the head of my cock.
AJ lets out a breath and finally lifts his hips off the couch to shove his shorts down too. I shouldn’t look, but curiosity gets the best of me. A quick glance can’t hurt anything.
To my relief, he’s not hung like that dude with the horse dick at the gym. I don’t think my ego could have taken it if he was. He has a very respectable cock though. Uncut and thick in all the right places. His balls are big too, furry with dark hair just like his chest and thighs are. And, fuck, he really is hairy, with even more dark hair surrounding the base of his cock and the upper part of his thighs. It’s surprisingly well groomed though, like artfully curated bushes instead of an untamed jungle.
Shit, I’ve officially been staring at his dick too long.
I jerk my gaze away and look back at the screen.
STOP.
TOUCH YOURSELF ANYWHERE OTHER THAN YOUR DICK.
I pull my hand off of my cock, glad for the reprieve. I’m drooling precum and my balls are already starting to ache and tighten. I run my hands over my body, teasing the sensitive spots on my inner thighs and cupping my balls roughly in one hand. AJ’s fingers wander immediately to his nipples.
My breath catches as I watch him grab them both between his thumbs and forefingers and pinch them roughly. He hisses between his teeth and arches off the couch just a little, his cock flexing and bobbing. Jesus, why is that hot? It shouldn’t be hot, right?
