My mouth waters. My dick leaks, and I have to pinch the base of my crown to keep from blowing my load before I even start stroking myself.
It can’t be legal to be this sexy.
While I’m trying not to come, Jesse reaches around himself to untie the bow at his taint, and the middle of the panties unravels to show bare skin, lace framing the perfect view of his spread cheeks and perfect, tight pink hole.
“Goddamn Jesse,” I groan, as his body starts to rock, his right arm shaking with the movements of jerking himself. I start stroking in time with him, quickly working myself up to an edge.
Jesse rolls over on his back, with his feet on the bed and knees bent. He starts thrusting up in to his hand, and the dirty words come tumbling out of his mouth.
“I miss you so fucking bad, baby. I want you so much. Fucking me, filling me up. I want your cum dripping out of me,” he rasps, voice getting higher and shakier as he gets closer to release. “And I want to fuck you. I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you cum so hard for me, you scream my name and milk the cum into your tight ass.”
“Oh, fuck, Jesse–”
I’m half bent over, with one hand on the dresser so I can get as close to the phone screen as possible, not wanting to miss a single detail. My orgasm is coming, but I try to slow down, to stave it off until he’s pumped the last bit of cum from his balls. I don’t want to chance my eyes crossing when I finally bust.
“Fuck. Come for me, Jesse. Soak those pretty panties.”
“Loooooosssssssss–”
He lets out a long, guttural moan and strokes faster, until he shoots into the air and spills down the sides.
Shit. Shit. Shit.I can’t hold it anymore.
“I can’t see!” he cries, scrambling to his knees to watch me, and I have just enough cognitive function to adjust how I’m sitting right before I spray all over my chest and stomach.
“Fuuuuucckkk,” he moans, still stroking himself, and we ride out the aftershocks of our orgasms together, muttering barely intelligible things to each other.
I almost want to cry from the release when we come down. It’s still a pale shadow of what it’s like to be touched by him in real life.
When I can breathe a little easier, I unbutton and toss my filthy shirt away and scoot back onto the bed. For a while we just lie there, both lying on our sides as if we were in bed next to each other.
“I came out today. To my team.”
“No shit?”
I shake my head, smiling as my cheeks heat.
“Ugh, don’t do the blushing thing. It’s too adorable. I’ll just get hard again, and I am close to chaffing with how much I’ve jerked off since the smile that broke America’s brains.”
I scoff and put a hand over my face.
“Luc?” I open my fingers to peek at him, and he laughs. “Did you really?”
“Yeah. It was kind of an accident,” I say, and give him a brief rundown of the conversation. “I didn’t want to lie. And it’s not even that I’m closeted, I’m just a private person and don’t like talking about myself. Besides, I didn’t really know for sure until now anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“I never really thought about what label to use. It’s never been important. Will made a joke, and I thought about it, and I’m definitely into you in a big way, so I think it’s okay to use gay as the closest thing.”
“I assumed you were bisexual. I know you’d never been with a man our first time, but what kind of people have you dated since then? Just women? Or was it a mix?”
I clear my throat and avert my eyes, trying to think of how to say I’m not into anyone else that I’ve met so far in my twenty-seven years.
“Luc?”
“I mean, I went on a few dates with someone, but there wasn’t a connection for me. Besides, I only went out with her in the first place because AJ set us up.”
“What about hookups?”
