Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I let my eyes scan down his body, his bare arms and chest, and… Well, hello there, bulge in Clark’s pj bottoms. I mean, it made sense. We were two attractive guys. Getting turned on in bed together made complete sense. It didn’t mean anything.
This was all Jesse, Dane, Seth, and Jake’s fault. All the kissing and touching and raving about being in bed together every night. Of course my body would be like, Wait, I have a hot guy in my bed too! Well, his bed, but still.
Clark was clearly feeling the same kind of desire I was, so…what could it hurt? Taking a chance, I ran my hand down my body and cupped myself. Clark’s chest, neck, and face flushed as the tent in his bottoms rose higher. “Let’s jerk off together.”
That woke him up, and his eyes shot to mine. “Wait. What? Oh my God! We can’t do that!”
We couldn’t? “I’m pretty sure we can. Obviously, if you’re not into it, ignore me. I can go to my room and then come back, but…haven’t you ever had a mutual jerk-off session with a friend before?”
“No. No I haven’t.”
I wondered if he realized that while he talked, his hand had lowered to his bulge and adjusted it.
“Do you want to get off?”
“Is that a real question?” he countered, and I chuckled.
“Then we can do it, if you want. It won’t mean anything. It’s just a little fun.”
He closed his eyes, bit his lip, and I could see it, that expression on his face that said I’d let him down somehow.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I crossed the line. You’re not feeling this, and it’s fine. I didn’t mean to sound like I was pushing. I’m gonna give you some space, okay?” I moved to get out of the bed, but Clark’s arm shot out, his hand wrapping around my wrist.
“Don’t go.”
“Are you sure?” My heart was thudding. Why was my heart running a damn marathon about staying in bed with my friend and maybe jacking off?
“I want to. God, I can’t believe I’m even saying that, but I want to. I don’t know what you do to me. You make me feel wild.”
Blood rushed through my ears, and my heart sped up. Christ, what was wrong with me? I was going to have a damn heart attack in Clark’s bed because…because I wanted to be that for him. I wanted to make him feel wild, but I also didn’t want him to change. I liked Clark the way he was. “Are you sure?” I asked again.
He took a deep breath, then rolled onto his back and hooked his fingers in his pajama bottoms. My cock throbbed as he pulled them down and his erection sprang free.
“Holy fuck,” fell from my lips. I hadn’t expected him to do that, but I liked it. I loved seeing new sides of Clark.
He kicked out of his clothes and lay there, naked and hard. His cock was a pretty shade of pink. He was long, with a slight curve and neatly trimmed pubes.
“Damn, that’s a pretty cock.” If I were honest, I’d admit I wanted to taste it, wanted to suck him until he blew his salty load into my mouth, but I couldn’t do that with him. It wasn’t fair, because he wanted a serious relationship. But maybe not with you. Why would Clark want something more with someone like you?
“Do I get to see yours too?”
“Shit. Sorry. I got penile distraction.”
Clark chuckled, then hissed as I pulled my pants and underwear down. My dick flopped against my belly, veiny and leaking and ready for action.
“You’re, um…wow…you’re really thick.”
“You say the nicest things.” I was on my back now too, so I turned my neck to look at him and winked. “Lube?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I guess I got distracted too.”
Clark rolled over and opened his nightstand. I took the moment to look at his ass, and damn, it was a nice ass—high, small, tight, and oh, he had a little birthmark on his left cheek.
He turned back, and I liked that view too. He opened the lube, squirted some in his hand, then handed it to me. I did the same, then dropped it on the mattress between us.
He didn’t move, just watched me. I wanted to do whatever I could to make him feel more comfortable. “No worries. I can start. You can watch me all you want. I like your eyes on me.”
I wrapped a fist around the base of my cock, stroked up, caressed over the head, and then back down again, getting myself all slick with the lube.
“Oh fuck,” Clark gritted out, grabbing his own shaft.
“Hell yeah, that’s it. Show me what you like,” I said, and he did. He jacked himself as I rubbed my cock. He fondled his balls with one hand, the other slowly working his cock.