He sits up with his hands on my sides. My hand slides down from his chest. Across the planes of muscle, over each rib, the lean hard surface of him contracting under my fingers. I reach his stomach and press flat and feel the muscles tighten. His stomach is taut and the faint trail of blonde hair below his navel is soft under my fingertips. I follow it down.
He holds his breath. His whole body goes rigid with anticipation. I can feel it coiling through him — the tension in his stomach, the way his thighs are gripping my sides.
My fingers reach the base of his cock. I don’t wrap my hand around him yet. I trace the length of him with my fingertips. Light. Barely a touch. From the base up the shaft to the head and back down, my fingers trailing over the hot smooth skin.
“Damn, Mickey,” he groans.
“There it is,” I say. “That’s the sound I remember. Tell me what you want.”
“Your hand on me. I think about your grip and the way you —” His voice breaks. “Touch me. Please. I can’t — I need —”
I wrap my fingers around his cock. He’s beautifully hard — big for his lean frame, flushed dark at the head, with a slight upward curve. A fresh bead of precum wells at the tip and drips down the shaft. I rub it with my thumb.
“Spit in my hand,” I murmur.
Benji leans forward and spits into my palm twice. I spread it over his cock, mixing it with his leaking precum until everything is slick and shiny.
The first full stroke pulls a broken moan from his throat.
“Fuck…”
I stroke him, loving the weight and heat of him. His cock is perfect in my fist — silky skin stretched tight over hardness, the head swollen and sensitive. Every time I twist my wrist over the tip, more precum leaks out, making the glide wetter.
“I love how you feel in my hand,” I say against his mouth. “So thick and hard for me. You’re dripping everywhere.”
Benji’s lean body rolls above me as his hips push forward. His toned stomach flexes with every movement, the faint lines of his abs visible under tanned skin. His face is flushed with pleasure — full lips parted, long lashes fluttering.
I hold him straddling my hips. My hand pumps him with long, firm strokes, thumb pressing and circling over the slick head on every upstroke. His cock throbs visibly in my grip, the veins standing out as more precum drips down over my fingers.
“God, look at you,” I murmur, unable to take my eyes off him. “So goddamn pretty like this.”
His head falls forward, forehead pressed to mine. I tighten my grip and speed up slightly, stroking him while my other hand runs over his narrow waist and hips.
“Mickey— your hand feels so good,” he gasps.
His thighs shake on either side of my hips as he gets closer. He’s slick and hot and every pass of my thumb spreads the moisture down the shaft and the next stroke is smoother, wetter, and his body responds to the change with a full-body shudder. His hips are moving, pushing into my fist on every downstroke, a rhythm building between us that’s half his body and half my hand.
I slow down, my hand dragging to a crawl, my grip loosening, and the noise he makes is outraged.
“No. No no no. Don’t slow down. Mickey, don’t you dare —”
“What do you want?”
“Faster. Tighter. I need — I need you to —”
“Like this?” I tighten my grip and pick up the pace. My fist moving in quick, firm strokes, my thumb catching the head on every pass. Both of his hands dig into my shoulders.
“Yes. Yes. Like that. Exactly like — oh God.”
I keep that pace and tighten my grip one more degree. My fist moving fast and firm, my wrist turning, my thumb working the head on every pass.
“I’ve got you,” I tell him. “Let go for me, beautiful.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His lean body locks up completely, every toned muscle going rigid at once. His back arches sharply, hips stuttering forward into my fist as a raw, shattered moan tears from his throat. Then he comes hard.
Cum spurts across my chest in powerful pulses. I keep stroking him through it, drawing out every wave. When he softens, I ease my hand off him, pressing my palm flat against his stomach. His chest heaves under my touch as the tremors move through him until they settle into nothing but heavy breathing.
