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“Are you sure about this?” I whisper against his lips as he unfastens the button on his trousers.

He nods his head as he uses my hand to pull down his boxers. “I’m sure,” he says, not a hint of uncertainty in his voice as his bare cock becomes exposed.

He gives me a reassuring smile that lights up his face, as he uses his hold on my hand to wrap it around the base of his shaft. Although his moan gets louder and deeper when he feels my fingers tighten around his hard length, as my groan mixes in there too.

Having my hand wrapped around a dick that isn’t mine should feel weird, but it really doesn’t. When I’m touching myself, I don’t exactly pay it much notice, other than how fucking amazing it feels. Yet, with my fingers curled around Jake’s length, I see it all.

The smooth skin of his shaft, the pulsating blood vessel that runs along the underside, and the way his head is red andswollen, almost angry looking, with beads of pre-cum dripping from him already.

With his hand still wrapped around mine, he moves me, demonstrating for me exactly what he prefers. We start slowly, from base to tip, and he shows me how to twist my hand over his head in a way that makes his eyes roll with pleasure.

Before long, my movements speed up, and he takes his hand away, so I’m the one making him feel good. It’s a powerful sensation knowing I’m the person responsible for making this man happy, for giving him such pleasure, and it spurs me on.

As my strokes get faster, I make sure when I reach the tip to swipe my thumb through the pre-cum, twisting my hand around the head as I coat him with it. He rocks into my fist as he throws his head back with a groan.

“So fucking good,” he mumbles, before capturing my lips again with a searing kiss.

When I feel his palm wrap around my throbbing dick, I cry out into his mouth, the fucking amazing sensation ruining the rhythm I was building with my hand on Jake.

He squeezes the base of my shaft hard, until I’m whimpering into his mouth, and he soothes me with his kisses. It’s taking every ounce of my control to let Jake have this, to let him lead, as normally I prefer to be the one in charge when it comes to sex.

Although neither of us has been with another guy, Jake’s a lot more skittish than I am, so I don’t want to push him too far by being dominant with him straight away. That’s why I’m allowing him the freedom to experiment, to let him test the waters, until he’s comfortable, and then I’ll take over.

But tempering down my natural instincts, when all I want to do is push him to his fucking knees and make him worship me, is hard. Particularly when he’s working his hand up and down my dick like a pro.

As his lips move from my mouth to my neck, I focus on the way I stroke his cock, and the feel of his hand wrapped around mine. It’s not long before my strokes match his, and we’re both moaning with pleasure as we move faster, each chasing that ever-approaching release.

His hand on my dick feels fucking amazing, and he seems to know exactly what to do to get me going. Given the sexy little noises he’s making, I think I’m having the same effect on him. I can feel his body trembling as his release grows nearer, and when my balls begin to ache, I know I won’t be far behind.

I press my lips against his mouth in a searing kiss, pulling his lust-filled gaze back to me. Once those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes meet mine, my heart races and my cock throbs. His mouth falls open and his eyes flutter as my hand works him over.

“Are you going to come for me, Pretty Boy?” I whisper into his ear, my voice deep and raspy.

A shiver ripples through him as he nods his head. “Yes, please,” he whimpers, rocking his hips to meet every stroke of my hand.

I match his movements, and I can tell we’re both getting closer when our strokes become chaotic and uncoordinated. “I’m so fucking close,” I tell him, as I suck on the spot just below his ear—hard enough to leave my mark.

“Please,” he begs, his moans and pleas pushing me closer.

As I tighten my hold around his cock, squeezing him as I work him up and down, he throws his head back and closes his eyes, lost in the moment. I quickly release my hand and his eyes fly open again, looking confused.

“Eyes on me, Pretty Boy. I want to watch you fall apart in my hand,” I tell him as I resume my work.

It only takes a couple of quick pumps, and Jake’s orgasm hits. “Fuck. Fuck… I’m… Oh shit, I’m going to come,” he shouts,struggling to catch his breath as he rocks his hips, chasing his release.

As he groans loudly, ropes of cum erupt from the tip, coating my hand. A few stray bits even hit my cock, and I watch with amazement as he massages it in, continuing to pump.

The sight of Jake falling apart, his cum hitting my dick, and the feel of his hand around me, is too much, and my orgasm hits me like a truck. My body shudders, my balls tighten, and my abs contract as I find my release.

I throw my head back with a loud moan, only to smack it on the wall I’d forgotten was behind me.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I grind out.

I drop my gaze down just in time to see ropes of my cum hitting Jake’s hand, mixing with his. He slows his movements the way I did with orgasm, and we both lazily draw out every last drop of cum, like we’re not quite ready for it to be over.

When I look up from our softening cocks, I find Jake staring at me, his big brown eyes wide, like he can’t believe what just happened. I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face, as I lean forward and kiss him.

“That was fucking amazing,” I say against his lips, my heart racing when I feel them turn into a smile as he nods in agreement.