Page 26 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“I uh… ungh,” I groan as he gives me another exaggerated stroke. “I think I only do it when I’m overwhelmed.”

“This is overwhelming you? Should I stop?”

“Yes.No.” His fingers toy with my crown again, and I swear I see stars behind my eyelids when they fall shut. “Ohmigod, please don’t stop.”

Luca’s fingers dance on the head of my dick, swirling and stroking before he suddenly traps it in his grip with a solid tug. Back and forth, over and over, he alternates between gentle and firm touches, teasing me into a writhing mass as I grow increasingly restless. When I’m not sure I can take any more he grips both our shafts and grunts, “Fuck my fist. Hard.”

That instruction—or maybe it was a command—has me rocking my hips back and forth in an effort to plunge myself further into Luca’s grip. Though the lube makes moving easy, the pressure of being sandwiched between his fist and cock means I have to snap my hips back and forth to achieve the hard thrusts he’s asking for, and despite having a pretty strong core I feel the strain of my efforts after just a few pumps.

Leaning back, I brace my hands on Luca’s thighs so I have room to pull almost fully out of his grasp before plunging forward again. I feel a shock of cool air on my length with each retreat, only to be engulfed by heat as I drive deeper.

The sensations are eerily close to actual sex, although since I’ve never done that without a condom, I’ve never felt the slickness of it directly on my skin. Now that I have, in a manner of speaking, I’m definitely a fan.

Wondering if Luca likes this as much as I do, I open my eyes and bring them to his face.

His hooded gaze seems focused on our dicks, and for a brief second, I feel a pang of regret that he’s not looking at me the way he usually does. Then I notice his gaze isn’t so much focused as it is transfixed, like he’sfascinated by what he sees. And the way his lips are parted just slightly, like he’s on the verge of licking them…

My eyes drift down his sculpted chest, over the peaks and valleys of his abs, until they can take in the view that has him so captivated.

Wow.

Though we’re close in size, I seem to be a bit thicker while he’s a touch longer, and while I’m normally pale compared to his more olive complexion, right now my dick is sort of an angry red while the tip of his skews almost purple. And seeing them rub together, with his lean torso as a backdrop… It rivals the admittedly limited views I’ve had of naked women.

“I thought I’d miss seeing tits bounce, but watching your abs flex is just as hot,” Luca rasps between stilted breaths, almost as if he could read my mind.

Luca thinks I’m hot?

Something like a whimper passes through my lips, and Luca tightens his grip.

“You’re close.” It’s a statement, not a question, and when I lift my eyes to his I find my lust reflected back at me. “Let go.”

Luca starts pumping our shafts as I buck into his fist, and the added friction seems to suspend all feeling except for the sparks ping-ponging in my dick like a puck getting knocked around the ice. It’s wild. Unpredictable. And I want more.

Pushing myself upright, I grab Luca’s shoulders for leverage as I piston my hips back and forth almost violently, chasing the euphoria that’s hovering just out of reach. Sweat trickles down my chest, and my legs burn under the strain of supporting my weight, but I push through the discomfort. My one-track mind wants nothing more than to come from Luca’s hand. And when his thumb ghosts over my slit on a mercilessupstroke, I do.

Tiny little explosions radiate over my length as a near carnal roar bursts from my throat, the sheer force of my ecstasy rendering me virtually immobile. The full brunt of my weight collapses on Luca’s legs as my dick pulses in his fist, rope after rope of milky white liquid spurting on his hand, his abs, his cock. I have just a brief moment to marvel at how much there is when a ripple against my shaft tells me he’s found his release too, and I pull my eyes to his the way I always do in these moments.

Luca’s gaze is directed at our cocks just like mine was seconds before, but almost like he can sense me looking at him he brings his eyes to mine and holds them there.

Time seems to hold as still as we do, neither of us moving as a gamut of emotions rushes through us. Awe, bliss, contentment, confusion. Maybe even a hint of peace… Such a thing shouldn’t be possible when you’ve crossed what should be an uncrossable line with your teammate. Yet it is.

Even though we’re basically frozen, I can see the thoughts racing through his mind as clear as I can feel them racing through mine. At some point we’ll probably have to sort through them, but for now I’m too depleted to move much less form words. I just want to linger here, savoring the sensation of Luca’s warm hand wrapped almost affectionately around our softening cocks. And with my eyelids growing heavy I slump forward until my forehead hits Luca’s chest.

Almost as soon as I make contact I jolt back, wide awake, my hands falling awkwardly to my side. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay,” Luca chuckles, flexing his fingers around us though making no attempt to let go. “I’m pretty boneless too.”

“I feel like I’ve just played three periods.”

A wistful smile spreads over his lips. “Me, too. I love that about hockey, feeling exhausted and energized at the same time. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt that after sex though.” His smile becomes almost thoughtful.

“Does this make us gay?” I blurt.So much for saving the discussion until I have a clear head.

His brow furrows under the wisps of hair hanging over his forehead, and his hand falls from our spent dicks to rest on my thigh. “I think it makes us sexually fluid.”

“What’s that?”

“If we’re being literal, I think it means we can change labels, but in my mind, it means we don’t need labels. We just do whatever feels right in the moment.”

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