Page 27 of The Holiday Boyfriend

I may not be a pro at all things gay sex, but I knew that men did it in the ass. Austin and I hadn't gone further than bjs, but it wasn’t that I haven't been curious. I didn't know how these things went. Did friends with benefits get ass privileges? Did Austin even bottom?

Though I was almost certain that he did. The night before he left for the city, he'd straddled my lap and ground his hard dick against my abs. With each thrust down, my erection nestled between his ass cheeks and teased his hole. Austin looked glorious as he enjoyed himself with his eyes closed and thrusted hard down on my dick. I felt his tightness squeezing the tip of my cock, and that had already felt amazing. How mind-shattering would it be to be completely inside of him?

He’d been loose and wet from my precum smearing all over his ass. I thought I'd slip right in if he'd kept up his movements, but to my disappointment, Austin had sat back and brought our dicks together. With a single stroke, he’d covered both of us in his cum.

Point being was that I was more than curious about his tight hole but didn't know the proper way to express my thoughts. But now that I was staring directly at his pink pucker, my brain decided it didn't want to think about anything else.

Austin pulled a bottle of lube from his bedside table and dribbled a healthy dose on his cock. We rarely used lube when jerking each other off since we were usually so turned on that our precum was more than enough to slick our glide. A little flutter passed my stomach at the thought that he needed some external help without me beside him.

He started with a long stroke up and down that had the lube dribbling down his taint and covering his hole. His pucker squeezed again, causing some of the lube to be sucked inside of him.

My cock twitched in my hand at the sight, wanting to be sucked inside his hole instead of the lube. Could someone be so obsessed with something that they act like a total fool?

The answer was yes.

“So, do you play with it?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. If I was clear-headed there was no way I would’ve asked something so personal. Austin and I may partake in sexual acts together, but we never talk about sex before. That was how it had been throughout our entire friendship.

Austin's hand never paused as he curiously looked at me. “Play with what? My dick? ‘Cuz if you can't tell…” he said, pointedly looking at where he was still stroking himself.

While the sight was taken straight from heaven, I had a one-tracked brain right now. Since I'd already thrown myself into the pit, I might as well continue on.

“No, I mean your asshole,” I said.

Is it me or is it getting stuffy in here?

Austin looked back at the camera, his gaze piercing me still through the phone. “Do you want to see?” He said it in almost a whisper, his voice sounding gruffer than it usually did.

My mouth went dry, the words not forming in my throat. I could only nod my head, shaking so much that I probably looked like a bobblehead.

His earphone mic picked up even the smallest sounds—like the hitch of his breath or the click of the lube cap opening and closing. I wondered if he could hear how heavy my own breaths had turned.

“Watch carefully,” he said before slipping a lubed finger inside his ass. His body opened willingly and before long, he was adding a second digit. His hole greedily sucked them in as excess lube leaked out with each glide in.

Austin shifted the angle of his hand, causing his low moans to evolve into mouth-watering shouts. I watched intently, memorizing his actions and wishing that it was my fingers making him feel this good instead of his.

Even more precum spurted out of the head of my cock, making my glide even smoother. I held my hand still as my hips thrusted up in time with his fingers. Tightening my hand, I could almost imagine that I was inside him.

“Fuck, you're so fucking sexy. I wish you were here right now. I wish I was the one fucking you,” I said. The words came out in rambles as I continued to tell Austin how amazing he looked and how much I wished it was me making him feel this good.

Austin stayed silent. His gaze was locked on me as his breaths came out in pants. His hand moved fast, thrusting to hit the sweet spot inside of him as he buckled his hips in his pleasure.

“I want to see you come,” I breathed out. I was close, but I didn't want this to end until I saw him completely unravel.

Tears were gathering at the corners of his eyes. Austin looked so fucked and so ready for a release as well. His other hand came into the frame as he grabbed his neglected dick. With one stroke, his hips shot up in the air as his seed spurted everywhere.

I watched with relish, taking everything in and wishing I was there with him to hold him, kiss him as I ran toward my own pleasure. I could only imagine the taste of his sweet lips on mine as I came into my hand. Loud groans echoed in the room as I milked my dick till every last drop of cum was released and my cock had softened.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I flopped back on the couch, taking the phone with me so that Austin was only able to see from my chest up. He whimpered in protest, and I peeked an eye open to find him with an out-of-character pout.

“I wish you were coming inside me,” he grumbled as he picked up the phone so that his face took up the entire screen.

His words stirred a chuckle out of me as I also brought my phone closer to get a better look at him.

“I miss you.”

I didn't think I'd ever get tired of looking at him, especially at the way his eyes warmed when I said those words.

My head felt dizzy from how perfect this moment felt,at how perfect Austin and I felt together.

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