Rafael rolls onto his back, facing me and watching. His cock looks fat between his legs, and I feel his eyes all over my body. He starts to play with himself, too, just barely, and something surges through me.
“Tell me how you like it,” Rafael encourages again. “It’s hot to hear you say it.”
I pump my hand slowly and loosely. “Just like this, sometimes,” I tell him. “And then I start to squeeze, harder at the bottom.” My fist is slicked up, and the glide feels good. My breath catches when I see Rafael grip himself, pulsing as he watches me. “And sometimes I twist my hand,” I say, my voice breathy. “Just like this.”
Rafael nods, his eyes burning into me. He holds himself with his left hand but reaches out with his right. “Like this?” he asks, and his hand closes over mine. He squeezes my cock from the root, loosening his grip as he drags it out, and his fingers whisper torturously over my crown until he pushes his fist down again, tugging my foreskin back.
I whimper and twitch. It’s just like how I touch myself, but somehow so much better. The caress of Rafael’s hand surprises me, dancing away from the familiar rhythm of my own grip.
I twitch again and gasp his name. “Rafael,” I moan. He pumps me steadily, and his breath gets louder and greedy. “You’ll make me come.”
He gently slows and pulls his hand off. We kiss for a minute, our hands on each other’s shoulders, and when I remember to breathe, I finally stop shuddering.
“How do you like to be touched?” I ask.
Rafael leans back. He takes his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. “Like this,” he says and tugs lightly on his sack while he fists the top of his cock. His hand corkscrews his shaft, working the top hard, and I see the glisten of precum on his slit.
I reach out and take his balls. His sack is heavier in my hand than I expected, and curly dark hairs brush against my fingers. I pull down lightly, tugging, and Rafael hums in appreciation.
“Yeah, like that.”
I crawl up. Somehow, he’s ended up on his back, and I’m on his thighs, straddling him. Our hard cocks are only a few inches away from each other as Rafael and I pull on his sack together.
I grip his cock with my free hand. He stretches out on his back and gives himself to me, and for a minute I work him, just like he showed me. Rafael groans my name. His hips jut up, pumping his cock into my fist. He says that for him, that’s like when I twitch, so I squeeze his cock a little harder, pulling more from him.
Rafael grabs my hand, stilling my grip around his erection. “Do you like your balls played with?” he asks.
His shaft throbs in my hand. I try to think about his question, but I can’t think about anything but how hard he is, how hot his shaft feels in my palm.
Rafael grabs my balls and tugs lightly. It sends a shock of pleasure through me. I fall forward with the surprise of it, and our cocks grind together. I press my palm against his hairy chest, trembling, and push myself back up.
“Fuck, it’s hot to touch you there,” he chuckles.
I let out a raspy laugh. “I guess so.”
He palms my balls, pressing them to my body. The orgasm building at my core throbs, then again, even harder. I’m straddling him as we both stroke our cocks, slick and fast between our bodies.
We’re rubbing each other, tugging, gripping. His hand squeezes my fist around our cocks, and I drag my slick hand from his sack up our lengths.
I fall forward, banging against my climax with our rhythm but trying desperately to fight it off. Rafael kisses me with a wide mouth, wet and hungry. I feel his beard with my tongue, and I taste him as I kiss back, still stroking and pumping, now desperately close.
“Fuck,” he grunts, then thrusts his hips up hard. “Give it to me.”
The need in his voice rips through me. I cry out Rafael’s name, and my entire body seizes. An orgasm rips through me as his cock pumps against mine. We both come, spraying against our chests as the world spins, and Rafael pulls me down into his arms.
“Alexander,” he coos, then strokes the back of my head.
“Rafael,” I whisper back.
For just a moment, I feel shy. I’ve been wanting this forever, but the hookup was quick, and we didn’t get beyond our hands, and surely Rafael is used to more than that.
Then his hips buck beneath me. An aftershock rolls through my body, and I twitch in Rafael’s arms. We both laugh, giggling like friends, and he pulls me into another kiss.
“Touching you is so hot,” he says, his lips against mine. “I feel like I could lay here all night now.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Me, too.”
But deep inside, buried beneath all the happy feelings, I still know the truth.
