“Jere, you’re going to kill me,” I rasped and dug my fingers into his skin to keep from grabbing my cock. “I feel like I’m about to combust.”
“Why?”
“You’re being honest and asking genuine questions, but it’s sending me over the edge.”
“Because you’re thinking about me using your dildos on you?” The water trickled,drip, drip, drip,as he reached for my cock. “Then go over the edge.”
I gasped as he gripped my erection and ran his thumb over the head, and I noted his uneven, ravaged thumbnail, the touch sending jolts of pleasure through me. I wasn’t small, but he made everything seem tiny in his meaty fist. My breath punched out of my lungs as my balls knotted. He played with my cock, tracing the veins, popping the shaft in and out of my foreskin like it was a damn game, and judging the sensitivity of my glans, with no real goal of relieving the fire raging inside me. I wasn’t going to complain. Having his hands on such an intimate part of my body was a dream come true and he seemed to be enjoying himself, which sweetened the deal.
“I like this,” he breathed out. “It’s like jacking myself off.”
“Do you like the way my dick feels in your palm?” I rasped, needing to confirm he liked exploring a cock other than his own.
“I do, but mostly because it’s attached to you,” he whispered against my ear before sucking my earlobe into his hot mouth. “Show me how you pleasure yourself, Danny. Please?”
How could I deny him when he asked so sweetly? My hand shook, I was sure from raw nerves, as I wrapped it around his fist and guided him to the way that felt best for me. After a few strokes, he batted my hand away and took over, stroking me from root to tip and twisting at the edge just the way I’d shown him.
“I don’t like to rush,” I gasped out as he reached around with his other hand and cupped my balls. “Like to…take my time. Feels better when I finally…get to…come.”
“I like that idea. I want to take our time too,” he said, his breath like a silken touch against my neck that sent shivers across my skin.
Grabbing onto the lip of the tub, I peeled my eyelids back and watched as he stroked me. The bead of pre-cum that oozed out of my slit got dislodged by my foreskin and every stroke made sticky sounds that seemed magnified by the space. I sucked my teeth between my lips to bite back the moan. I wasn’t going to last long.
I whimpered when he suddenly released me, my cock bobbing in the air, the head red and swollen and damp.
“Don’t stop,” I rasped. “Please.”
His tone was hardly more than a whisper now, as if the same fire burning through me had jumped to him, creating an out-of-control blaze. “I thought you wanted to draw it out?”
“I do, but it's been so long and it’s you… I reallyneedthis.”
Sucking my earlobe into his hot mouth, he started stroking me again. I wanted to close my eyes; I never wanted to stop looking at what he was doing to me. The urge to beg for more bubbled up, despite not knowing what I wanted to beg for. I got lost in a swirl of emotions and a rush of pleasure so potent, I couldn’t keep myself from voicing my pleasure as Jere brought me to climax. The orgasm was so explosive, my cum shot out and up, plopping in the cooling water and cascading down his fist.
I was dead and gone,slain by overwhelming pleasure,written across my tombstone. He made a little sound akin to satisfaction and I smiled dumbly as my cock slowly deflated in his fist. My cum was all over his hand, dribbling down the skin between his thumb and forefinger. It was damnbeautiful, in my opinion. The thump of a door followed by the sound of keys being laid on wood jolted me to the present.
“Oh crap, my mom is home,” I said hurriedly. “If she sees us like this, she will have questions. I don’t want anyone to know about us yet. I want you all to myself for a little bit.”
Jere set into action. He got up first, one arm tight around my body, while the other strained as he lifted us to our feet. He stepped out first then helped me out of the tub. Everything winked in and out for a moment, little black patches floating in front of my eyes as my blood pressure adjusted itself. Just as he tossed a towel around my shoulders, my mother was at the door, rapping on the wood.
“Danny? Jere? Are you two in here?”
“Yeah, Mom! Jere was helping me take a bath,” I shouted, trying not to laugh.
“Boys, you can’tnotanswer your phones when I call,” she chastised through the door. “I was afraid something might have happened when no one picked up.”
“Sorry, Mrs. B.”
I had to chuckle at the situation. My mom had rushed home because she thought we weren’t answering our phones due to something bad happening, while in reality, I’d been getting the best hand job of my life from my best friend.
It wasn’t until I had settled in bed later that night, I realized we’d crossedthatline—the one that meant we were more than friends, and dare I say,boyfriends? And it had come naturally. Jere was correct. It feltright.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jere
Bouncing for The Adonis wasn’t much different than working at a straight club. There were the dancers that flexed their goods, tight buns and bulging cocks nestled in shimmery silver or gold G-strings, and there were rowdy customers making a game of sliding a twenty into the thin string of a bikini. The bar, of course, was popular with a crowd around the counter nursing squat glasses and long-neck bottles. The atmosphere was set with hard techno music and flashy lights and the smell of sweaty arousal.
And you couldn’t leave out the assholes who thought they were above the rules, but so far those were few and far between. Normally a stern look reminded them they better behave. I knew it was only a matter of time before I encountered one that needed a little Jere-therapy.
