Page 23 of The Holiday Boyfriend

JIM

I made the comment half as a joke, not expecting Austin to actually agree. He was drunk the last time it happened, after all. But I didn't hesitate when he gave his permission.

My hand fell to the crotch of his jeans. The feeling that pressed against my palm wasn't a foreign one since my hands were well used to jerking myself off, but the sensation was different when it was someone else's erection.

I was going with the flow last time, and I wasn't able to go as slow as I’d wanted. I would do things differently this time around. I wanted to explore his body that was biologically similar to mine, yet so different.

Unzipping his jeans, I released his cock through the slit of his boxers. I didn't know much about dicks, but I would say Austin's fit him perfectly. It was, well, proportional to the rest of his body, a sexy pink color, and leaking as much as it had when he was drunk.

Palming his cock, I gave it a small squeeze. Austin sucked in air between his teeth. His eyes were shining as he watched me. My skin burned under his gaze.

I'd never held another man's dick before, and I never thought I would in my entire life, but strangely, it didn't repel me. In fact, with the way Austin looked at me like he was really into this and his dick leaking proof of how turned on he was, my own erection pressed tightly against my pants.

I continued to stroke Austin, switching between going fast and slow, and twisting my hand the way I liked doing on myself. It seemed to work if the way Austin was squirming in my lap was anything to go by.

His palms gripped my shoulders hard, and the slight pain had me moving my hand faster. Austin's breath came out in heavy pants. His eyes were glazed as he watched my movements. Squeezing his base one last time, he cried out as his cum spurted all over my hand.

I liked seeing my partner get off, and the twist in their expression as they experienced the height of ecstasy only fueled my own pleasure. But that made sense since women were sexy, their faces while orgasming would be sexy as well. I wasn't prepared for Austin's orgasm. His features became softer, and all the tension in his facial muscles relaxed as his eyes rolled back. The sight had my dick throbbing with want and need that I'd never felt for a man before.

I continued to stroke him through his orgasm until he stopped my hand from the overstimulation. He trembled through it and eventually fell against me in exhaustion. His hot breath tickled my neck, making myhardsituation feel even more strained.

The back of my brain felt numb, and all I could was hold Austin while he calmed down from his high. My hand stained with his pleasure was hot, and as I stared at it, the strange thought of tasting it passed through my mind. It was a ridiculous idea that I wouldnotact upon.

Jerking a friend off was considered lending a helping hand, but tasting their cum? Austin would be so weirded out, so I flicked my gaze away and tried to ignore how hot my hand felt.

Austin's breathing calmed, and he pulled back. I reluctantly let him go. “That was…just wow,” he said with a cute little blush forming up his neck.

“So good I left you speechless, huh?” I teased, and the blush spread to his cheeks.

He caught sight of my hand still covered in his sperm and pulled it to him. “Shit, sorry. I came all over you,” he said. The words sent another wave of heat to my dick along with the images of him actually shooting his cum all over me. The thought shouldn't have been as sexy as it was.

He looked around for something—probably a tissue to wipe my hand—but we didn't keep anything like that in our living room. Austin whipped his shirt over his head and used that to wipe my hand clean.

I'd seen him shirtless countless times. It was kinda unavoidable when living together, but I'd never been conscious of his naked torso like I was now. Austin was definitely a man, with his flat chest and the lean muscles that lay underneath his skin.

The more I looked at his body, the sexier his pink nipples and sensual curves seemed. His ma was right about him being too skinny. I bet I could wrap both my hands around his thin waist, though it did help that I had quite large hands.

I knew from experience that Austin wasn't weak, but his slim frame made him appear so fragile and roused the protective instincts inside of me to guard what was mine.

Austin wasn't mine, but I sure as hell wanted his body at this moment. What kind of person was I to be lusting after my best friend? But the dick wanted what it wanted, and nobody had to know as long as I didn't show it.

Once my hand was wiped, Austin threw his shirt to the floor. He still sat with my legs around him, and in this position, there was no hiding my erection.

The blush had reached his ears as Austin stared at the tent in my PJ pants. “C-can't I help you with that?” he asked in a soft voice that I had to strain to hear.

Was he uncomfortable but felt like he needed to reciprocate?

“You don't have to. I can take care of it myself,” I said, moving to get up to take care of my business in the bathroom.

Austin pushed my shoulders down before I could move him from my lap and shook his head. “I, um, I want to,” he said. He sounded determined but unsure at the same time, if that was even possible. His hand hovered inches from my cock. It wasn't like this would be his first time touching my hard-on, but he was drunk the last time.

I chuckled and took his hand in mine, pressing it against my chest. “You don't have to force yourself.”

“I'm not! I want to do this,” he insisted. Before I could try to persuade him again, he went in for the kill and pulled down my pants. The slightly cool air tingled my burning dick, causing another drop of precum to slide down the side.

Austin gulped, the sound loud in the silent room. I wondered what he was thinking as he looked at my privates. He wasn't the first dude to see my dick since I'd been naked around plenty of guys in the high school locker room, but his gaze felt different. There was almost a fire in them that shook me to my core, making feelings that I shouldn't have for my best friend surge through me.

He tentatively gave me a stroke. His moves were clumsy and hesitant. I resisted the urge to buck my hips into his hand and to release the pressure that was building up. I didn't want to scare him off when he already seemed on edge, so I let him take the lead.

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