Page 35 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

“Uh, yeah. Kind of one of those canon moments in life.”

He chuckles softly. “You were, um… Well, you were fingering yourself.”

My stomach flutters and my cock perks up even more. “I was.”

“But you haven’t since. Not the times we’ve been doing our pre-game.”

My whole body flushes with a mixture of embarrassment and something else, something hotter.

“Right.” Where is he going with this?

“Because…? Are you embarrassed?”

“Uh, haven’t really thought about it. I guess.” I shift in my seat, tugging on my shorts and hoping he doesn’t notice how bricked up I am.

“It must make it feel better, right?” There’s curiosity shining in his eyes and that classic Travis smile tilting his lips.

I nod, licking my dry lips. “It’s amazing,” I rasp.

Trav nods, his gaze roaming over my face before settling on my mouth. He lingers there for a second before looking me in the eyes. “I want to see it again.”

His voice is tentative, vulnerable, and a spike of electricity shoots through me as his words land.

“You want to watch me finger myself?”

He nods. “Yeah, I do.”

Fuck. My dick is throbbing now, leaking precum and sticking to my briefs. Do I want to whip it out and get myself off in front of Travis right now? I sure the fuck do.

“Get the lube.”

A slow grin pulls at his lips. “I thought ahead.” He reaches behind the couch cushions and pulls out a small bottle. “I thought of it the last time you were here.”

“You gonna jerk off too?”

“Yeah.” He rubs himself through his workout pants. “You start.”

Awkwardness falls over me for a few seconds until I shake it off and tug my sweatpants down to my knees. Trav’s breath catches and my cock responds to the noise, twitching forward.

I grab the lube and pour some into my hand. I have to ignore Trav for now or I might blow as soon as I touch myself. With my eyes closed and my head back against the couch, I begin to stroke myself, slowly at first, before I crack my eyelids open to steal a peek at Trav.

He’s watching my hand, rubbing his cock through his pants.

“You too,” I grunt.

He nods, quickly shoving his pants down and off. There’s no sense in pretending I’m not looking at him, so I do so openly, appreciating everything about him, from his lean muscles to the colorful ink painting his flesh. Maybe this is just another evolution of our new pre-game ritual, but it doesn’t feel like it.

His plump lips are parted as his hand moves up and down his shaft, tortuously slow. My gaze moves to his dick, taking in the details. It’s swollen and thick right now, the head deep red and weeping. Another tendril of heat swirls through me.

“You look good, Trav.”

His eyes flit up to me and he grunts, “So do you.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Let me see you.”

I nod. “I’m getting there.”

Feeling weirdly confident, I slide my hand down to tickle my taint, then my hole, using my slick fingers to circle my rim.

“Fuck,” Trav mutters, but I can’t look at him now, it’s too much and I think I’m a little afraid of what I might see.