“Can we… I want to try something.”
“W-what do you wanna try?” Nervousness tinges his voice, his fingers digging deeper into my back, his hands now clammy.
“You can say no. It’s fine if you’re not ready. But… I want to rub one out with you… together. Like… dick against dick. I think you’ll like it.”
A groan spills from his lips, and I pull back to look at him and make sure he’s on board. His eyes are huge, but his hard cock underneath me says he’s not completely opposed to the idea.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I want to lick it, but I hold back. Then he nods. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
“I’ll like it, Den,” he says with absolute certainty.
Fuck. Me.
I lean back and reach into the front of my shorts and underwear to grip my cock, but I don’t pull it out yet. He watches my every move as his hands slide out from underneath my shirt and hover over the button and zipper of his jeans.
It’s awkward at first as we fumble around, trying to get our dicks out, while checking outside to make sure no one sees us. The windows quickly fog up with our heavy breathing, which is probably a dead giveaway, but whatever. I bang my head on the roof of the car a couple of times before we finally settle, smiling against each other’s lips, our hard cocks hanging out, awkward and sexy.
His cock is smooth and only slightly darker than the rest of him, with a fat head. I gulp loudly, not because it makes me nervous, but because I’m trying not to drool all over it. Or just drop to the floorboards and suck him down. I can’t wait to get him in my mouth one day. I still can’t believe this is Mike, and I’m looking at his dick like it’s my next meal.
“Shit, Den… this is so fucking hot, and we haven’t even done anything yet,” he breathes, his hands now resting on my thighs, their clamminess heating my skin. I’m just as nervous as he is. He’s my first love, and I don’t want to fuck this up and scare him off. I want to make this good for him.
I curse myself for not bringing any lube, but it’s not like I was thinking about having some sexy fun times in his truck. I’ll just have to make do with a lot of spit. Hopefully, Mike won’t get grossed out.
“What now?” he asks, still staring at our dicks.
“We don’t have any lube, so… I’m going to have to use spit, okay?” He nods slowly, not removing his eyes from our lengths. “Then I’m going to fist our dicks together, you know, like a hand job, but rubbing up against each other.”
“That’s a thing?”
I can’t help but chuckle. He’s so damn cute right now. “Yeah, it’s a thing. It’s called frotting.”
“Frotting.” He says the word as if he’s tasting it.
“Yeah. Can I touch you?”
He nods as his hands slide up my thighs and toward my ass, resting there, hips thrusting upward like he has no control over his body. His eagerness is fucking hot.
I position myself before I spit into my hand a couple of times, then grab my dick and press it against his. I fist us together, slowly spreading the spit along our lengths.
Mike’s head falls back against the headrest, and his mouth drops open as a gasp escapes him.Holy shit, he’s responsive. Precum pearls on my cockhead from seeing what I do to him. I don’t think he even realizes his fingers have slipped inside my shorts and underwear, and his calloused hands feel fucking delicious against my heated skin.
As much as I want to close my eyes and just… feel, I don’t. I need to watch him, not only because he’s sexy as hell, but to make sure he’s okay.
My fingers tighten around us, and I stroke languidly, building up the pressure and tension. When my thumb swipes over his slick cockhead, his body trembles. His head is still thrown back, his chest heaving. He slips his fingers between my ass cheeks, coasting my crease, which in turn, pulls a groan from me.
Mike raises his head at the sound, his blue eyes blown black.
“You okay?” I ask.
Please don’t make me stop. I think I’d die.
“Yes,” he pants. “This is… Fuck, Den. I feel you everywhere.”
