Page 21 of Bad Pucking Roommate

I take a moment to consider my feelings, and while my mind still isn’t sure what to think, my body doesn’t have any objections. I suppose that’s because it’s never objected to the presence of another man before. Superstition aside, after analyzing my actions for the past month I think that’s my preferred scenario. It definitely makes my release more intense, and while I can’t recall ever wanting more than just an audience, I have to admit the sheer size of Justus’s grip is a nice change from the small hands most women have. I like it.

Maybe I should’ve tried this sooner?

“Honestly, I’m a little surprised it hasn’t happened before now since I’ve had men watching me for the last decade.”

“Don’t just hold it.” Staci—who I almost forgot about while I was focused on Justus—says before licking her lips suggestively. “Move your hand over it. Squeeze it. Play with it to see what he likes.”

Justus lets his eyes drop back to my dick and tightens his fist, pulling a shocked inhale from my lungs. “Too hard?” His eyes dart to mine as he loosens his hold.

I shake my head. “I’m not used to such a firm grip.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I kind of like it.”

Justus takes a fortifying breath and contracts his hand, giving me a long, slow pull. Sparks radiate from the base of my cock to the tip, through my stomach, into my chest, even stretching to my fingertips. It’s such a powerful sensation, an explosion of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, that my knees nearly buckle from the shock.

What the hell was that?

Then Justus strokes me again, just as firm and deliberate as the first time, and a throaty groan passes through my lips.

“Ooh, I think he likes that, cutie,” Staci says to Justus. Then she takes my hand in hers and guides it toward Justus’s dick. “Let’s see if you both like it hard.”

I wrap my fist around my teammate’s cock, pulling on it exactly the way he’s tugging on mine. He takes a startled gasp that ends in a contented moan, which makes me think he appreciates a firm touch just as much as I apparently do.

Staci watches appreciatively as Justus and I continue to rub each other, muttering about how hot the view is, and adding the occasional commentary.

“You guys are positively dripping. Don’t let that go to waste.”

Since I’m sort of digging this new experience, I don’t hesitate to swipe my thumb over Justus’s tip and smear the precum over his shaft. He mimics my movement, sucking in a startled breath when he passes over myforeskin.

“You’re… You’re not cut?”

“You’re just now realizing that?” My mouth pulls into a coy smirk. “We’ve been sharing a locker room for over a year.”

“Yeah, but I don’t…” His finger dances over the delicate skin, just barely slipping underneath it, causing my eyes to flutter. “I try to give people their privacy.”

“Such a nice guy.” I grip him and tug, hard enough that he rocks to the balls of his feet, chasing my hand as he groans with what can only be described as satisfaction. It’s not unlike the sound Charlie would utter when he watched me with Jessie, although it was his own hand, not mine, that pulled it from his throat.

I kind of like that it’s my hand causing Justus to make noise. It makes my cock twitch in his grip, the same as his is twitching in mine.

“Step closer,” Staci commands. “I want to see you rub your dicks together.”

I cock an inquiring brow toward Justus, who, other than heaving like he’s chasing the puck, doesn’t object. I wonder briefly if that’s because he’s into this or he just doesn’t want to be the one to say no. Maybe if my cock weren’t in charge, I’d think on that a little harder, but since it seems to be enjoying the friction of Justus’s large hand sliding over it, I push that question aside.

As I step into Justus’s space, I let go of his shaft and take his hand off mine, so that our cocks can brush together. And when they do, we both shudder.

My dick has rubbed up against the soft skin of a woman time and time again, but it’s never slid along the rigid length of another man. And truthfully, I don’t hate it. I like that there isn’t any give. No resistance. I especially like that I can see my tip poking out from my foreskin as I push my shaft along his. Add some lube to this equationand… I shudder again, imagining what our slicked cocks would feel like moving together.

“Holy hell,” Staci mutters as she wraps both hands around our combined girths. “I thought I might want to take you both at once, but I’m not that ambitious.” She flexes around our shafts as Justus and I pump into her hand from opposite directions.

I stifle a laugh as I glance at her awestruck expression. “And here I thought you found a new kink.”

“Well, I may have.” She squeezes us again. “But not the one I came here expecting to try.”

Another chuckle forms in my gut, but I swallow it back when I catch sight of Justus, eyes heavy with lust, jaw locked tight, punching his hips rhythmically back and forth.That’s…kind of sexy.

Without understanding why, I reach out and cup his balls, rolling them around my fingers. He sucks in a breath and freezes, gaze locked on mine with a mixture of need and uncertainty. It’s a look I recognize, having seen it on countless men when they’re close but trying not to finish too soon.

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