Page 48 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“Need to know,” he echoes.
“If…” I stop because the towel starts tenting, and fuck, is that the pink head of his cock? Is he getting hard? For me?
“If the scintilla is real?” he utters in a sultry tone. His hand lifts once again, and the middle finger stops on the edge of the towel around his waist, drawing circles there, making me burn and sweat. Body tingling. Balls filling. I want to see him so fucking much.
Now is my turn to repeat, “Scintilla?”
“The faint hint of attraction you feel toward someone, aguyyou just met.”
Fuck, but he’s right. I open and close my mouth like a damn fish, fidgeting on the sofa as I try to give my cock some relief.
He hums. “You are in need of a dude-on-dude exploration session. That’s the reason why you’re here.”
My eyes find his for a moment, seeing lust starting to darken them. I nod vehemently, uncaring of the consequences while so damn captivated by the sight of the leaking tip peeking through the white towel. Spencer tugs on it, and the fabric falls open on each side of his hips. His long, hard, slightly left-curving cock springs out in all its glory. And a shiver rushes down my body, ending in my boiling balls.
It’s not the first dick I’ve seen—I take daily showers with my teammates. But it’s the first one I want to touch, explore, maybe even taste. Spencer slides his hand between his legs to cup his balls, and pulls on them, letting out a rumbly growl that makes my cock weep.
“Ever been with a guy?” he asks.
“No,” I choke out, following the massage he’s giving to his nut sack. My hands flex and ball up repeatedly.
“But you’ve had sex before, right?” He finishes his beer, crushes the can, and tosses it on the floor. Now that his other hand is free, he uses it to pinch his nipple.
“Not a virgin,” I finally reply. I’ve even done some butt stuff, some experimenting with my fingers.
He releases his balls and wraps his hand around his uncut dick, giving it a slow, hard pump, pushing the foreskin further down. I almost jump off the couch. I’ve never felt this fucking horny in my entire life. He’s a fucking vision, legs wide open, eyes getting lost to the pleasure as he jerks himself off with purpose now.
“Take your cock out and beat it off,” he tells me without stopping his hand from going up and down. “I won’t touch you unless you ask.” I know he won’t, I trust him for some weird reason.
I pull on my jeans button and push down my boxer briefs, releasing my aching, dripping shaft.
“Fuuuuck! It’s massive.” He licks his mouth, and all I can think about is feeding him my nine inches, stuffing his lips with my fat cock until they stretch wide. He sinks his teeth into that larger lower lip, and holy shit, I want to suck on it.
His cockhead looks red now, so much pre-cum rolls down his shaft, making it easy for his hand to slide. He grunts sexily as his hips start to buck.
“See something you like?” he whispers darkly, letting out a small chuckle. His fingers pull on his nipple again, turning it pointy. I want to touch him so bad.
Instead, I spit on my palm and curl my fingers around my dick, and with my eyes on his pumping hand, I imitate his movements.
I can’t believe I’m getting off in front of another guy. But it’s really happening, and it’s by far the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
After a few seconds, he releases his length and extends his hand toward me. “Spit.” I follow his order without a second thought, or a first.
He gives me a smug smirk before opening his mouth and letting more saliva slowly fall on his dick.Holy shit.He moves his extended hand back to his cock, closing his eyes and opening his mouth as his fingers—slick with my spit—curl around it.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, upping the tempo. Jesus Christ, he likes it dirty. I can come just from the thought of that.
I spread my legs wider until my knee touches his. It's a small connection, but it sets my blood on fire. And his heated eyes tell me he likes it too.
Obscene, squelching sounds fill the room, and I fucking love it. All of it. So much that I keep grunting and groaning. So many images shuffle in front of my eyes: my dick in his mouth, on his tongue, my cum shooting on his face, chest, inside his throat, choking him as he begs for more.
God, I’m dying to come, but I want Spencer to do it first, want to see him losing control, shattering in front of me. I don’t have to wait long.
“Faster,” he moans. “Fuck your hand faster like you’d fuck my ass.”
Jesus. Christ. I want that.I so fucking want that.
He focuses his blown pupils right on my face and growls, “TJ.”My nameis on his lips before his body tenses, his back arches, and he lets out the sexiest moan as his dick starts to shoot on his chest. He keeps jerking and grunting until the last rope comes out. Cum rolls down to his abs, making his torso slick and shiny. He rubs his index finger in it, scooping some up and then sucks on it, making a pornographic sound I’ll forever replay inside my head when I beat one off.
