“I’m not scared. It was just a question.”
“Well, I already told you to be thorough,” he reminds me. “Like you were before…”
“Okay…” A cock massage it is. “Did you want more soap?” I ask softly, noticing the water has well and truly washed all the suds from my hands.
He nods. “Yeah. I like the soap.”
I quickly lather up my hands again and then move them to Jackson’s groin, gently massaging his flaccid cock and balls.
“Mmm…that feels good,” he murmurs.
“I think your junk’s pretty clean now,” I say softly after a minute or so. “You want me to stop?”
He gives a little shake of his head. “No. Or…maybe not my balls. Just my cock. This feels nice.”
“Okay.”
I slip my hand away from Jackson’s balls, moving it up his torso as I brush kisses to his neck.
“Mmm…yeah…that’s nice…” he murmurs. I’m not sure if he’s referring to the kissing or me touching his cock, although I guess it’s not that important considering his pleasure response is similar to both.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, I feel Jackson’s cock start to stiffen under my gentle touch. He might not be turned on, but manual stimulation is still going to cause an arousal response in most situations.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask him.
He’s silent for a long moment, and I can sense that his body isn’t quite as relaxed as it was just a moment ago. My hand falls still, but I continue to hold his now hard cock in a loose grip, waiting for him to tell me what to do. “I—I don’t…” He lets out a heavy sigh. “Fucking hell, I was really liking that.”
A few weeks ago I probably would have hit back with some kind of smartass response about it being obvious that he liked it. But I know better now.
As far as I know, Jackson has never been aroused while we’ve been intimate together. And I suspect he prefers it that way. He doesn’t see what we do as sexual, and that’s a huge part or why he enjoys it so much. But just because he’s hard now doesn’t mean that has to change. The last thing I want is for him to feel like he has to deny himself any kind of pleasure just because his body produces a completely normal, biological reaction.
I move my hand from Jackson’s cock, but rest it against his inner thigh, stretching my forefinger out to brush gently over the base of his shaft. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Jackson lets out a soft sigh, and slowly starts to relax again. That’s better.
“This still isn’t sex,” I assure him, running my lips over his jaw. “I’m not going to pretend I’m not enjoying the sight of your gorgeous dick standing to attention like that. But I know it’s not putting on this parade for me. I’m just a fortunate bystander.”
He lets out a soft breath of amusement. “My dick’s in the Army?”
“Marines,” I correct. “They’re hotter.”
“If you say so. I thought you liked Navy guys?”
“Jackson, if there’s one thing we can be sure of, it’s that your dick isnotin the Navy.”
He grins, his body shaking with a rumble of laughter.
I press a kiss to his cheek, glad to see him relaxing further.
“Do you want to just keep doing this, or do you want me to give your dick a cuddle?” I murmur.
“Cuddle…?”
I shift my hand from his thigh and back to his cock, gripping the shaft with loose, relaxed fingers.
Jackson lets out one of those soft hums. “Mmm…cuddle. Yeah…”
I smile and nuzzle my temple into his ear, continuing to fondle his cock with a soft hand.
