Page 26 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

“You avoiding the question on purpose?” He mirrors my movement with a slow roll of his hips this time. It tugs his jock down, and his cockhead peeks out just a half an inch, glistening wet with precum of his own and flushed a deep pink color.

“I’m good,” I murmur, hooking my fingers into the elastic of his waistband and pulling it down another inch.

I’ve seen his cock at least a dozen times now.

I’ve watched him fist it and stroke it in the full light of our living room.

I’ve woken up with my cock tingling and my jock soaked with cum after dreaming about watching him play with his cock.

I just never let myself wonder until right now what it would feel like for me to touch it.

It probably feels like a dick. Hot and silky and fleshy just like mine. But it’s not my dick, it’s Slater’s dick. It’s Slater’s dick, and I’m about to touch it.

If he’s impatient, he doesn’t show it, he just lies there quietly while I tug his jock down an inch at a time until his cock springs free. I meet his gaze again and he looks right back at me with lust and nerves and something soft in his eyes that makes my chest feel tighter.

“Same time?” I suggest.

He chuckles and nods, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jock. He doesn’t take his time though, he yanks it down in one swift motion, and then my cock is bouncing against his. Hot, bare skin against hot, bare skin. My breath catches and he lets out a quiet moan.

“On three?” He puts his hand on my stomach and I bob my head in agreement, swallowing hard and staring at his cock again. “One.” He moves his hand a little lower. “Two.” He runs his fingers through the thick, dark hair that leads downward from my belly button.

“Three,” I growl, wrapping my fingers around his smooth, hard shaft. He throws his head back and moans.

I was wrong, it’s nothing like touching my own dick.

I’ve played with myself billions of times and I’ve never once been fascinated by the way the silky skin slides up and down the hard steel of my own erection.

I’ve never felt my heart pound as I traced the throbbing veins that line my shaft.

My mouth has never watered as my fingers slicked through the hot pool of precum on my own cockhead.

“Fuck, bro,” Slater moans, his fingers squeezing around my cock at the same time. He pumps his hand up and down my length, exploring the same way I’m exploring him, tracing my veins and playing with my foreskin between his fingertips.

Every stroke, every touch, has my balls tightening and my nipples aching for his tongue again. As if he can read my mind, Slater shimmies down the bed just a few inches so his face is at chest level. My cock drags against his smooth, hard abs and his nudges between my thighs.

Yeah, if this is nothing more than a horny dream, I don’t think I ever want to wake up.

SLATER

I press my face into AJ’s hairy, sweaty cleavage and my cock jumps and throbs in his grasp. This is officially how I want to die—suffocated between the most massive pair of muscle titties I can find.

I moan and drag my tongue along the curve of his pec while I tease my fingers around the sleeve of his foreskin, fascinated by how slick and warm and soft it feels. A horny sound rumbles through his chest and he squeezes my cock eagerly.

I want to tease him by licking every inch of his chest except for his nipples until he fucking begs me for it, but I don’t have the patience for any teasing tonight. I just want to hear him moan for me. I want to make him squirm and buck. I want his cum painting my skin again.

I find his nipple with my tongue again and his cock spasms in my hand, spilling precum into my palm as I drag the flat of my tongue over the hard, sensitive bud.

His skin is salty and just a little sweet, distinctly masculine in a way I can’t describe.

I blow on his wet nipple just to watch him squirm a little, fascinated by the way I can see it tighten and swell, darkening with blood flow and practically throbbing right in front of my eyes.

A horny whimper tightens my throat, and I wrap my lips around his swollen nipple and start to suck.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, bucking into my hand.

His fingers flex and relax around my cock, his strokes stuttering, then finding rhythm again as his breathing goes wild.

“That feels so fucking good, dude. Don’t stop.

” AJ bucks his hips and shoves his chest towards me to force his nipple deeper into my mouth, dragging the sensitive bud against my teeth.

I hum around the taut little bud, sucking harder until I can feel it getting swollen and puffy against my tongue, and then I sink my teeth into it gently. AJ wails, thrusting wildly into my grip. The head of my cock rubs between his thighs and then catches against his heavy, swinging balls.

My eyes roll back and I jerk my hips forward with a moan. I release his nipple and he curses and whines, tangling his free hand in my hair.

“Please, please, please,” he chants, trying to tug me back to where he wants me, his glistening, throbbing nipple.

I grin and drag my damp lips over his cleavage again on my way to his other pec. I roll his already tender nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gently at first, then a little rougher as I wrap my lips around it and suck it into my mouth.

His cockhead drags against my stomach, drenching me in the gallons of precum he’s spilling as he thrashes and rasps my name over and over, humping into my fist. His tightening balls drag back and forth over my cockhead with every thrust. He’s so fucking gone he’s forgotten all about jerking me, but his hand is still wrapped around my shaft, squeezing it, pumping it in his twitching fingers as he howls with pleasure.

I wonder how long I could edge him with nipple play alone. Could I get him to the point where he would come from just my tongue on his hot, sensitive buds? Is tonight a one-time thing or will he give me the chance to find out?

I sink my teeth into his nipple, pinching the other one roughly and giving it the slightest twist. I’ll have to send an apology note to our garlic loving neighbor for the way AJ shouts at the top of his lungs, his whole body convulsing like I’ve electrocuted him.

His cock gets even stiffer in my hand and then starts to pulse.

My balls tighten at the same time and I fuck into his grip, nudging the sweaty underside of his balls with every thrust. His cum explodes across my belly, hotter and thicker and so much fucking better than I remembered.

Better because this time I’m not worried that I’m crossing the line.

Better because this time it’s on purpose. I earned his cum, it’s fucking mine .

I grunt and groan around his nipple, stroking him through every trembling wave of his orgasm.

My cock slips with my next thrust and drags along his taint and I’m fucking done for.

I release his nipple and let out a rasping moan as my balls draw up tight and I empty my load between his legs, on his balls and his taint and the insides of his upper thighs.

I gasp and pant and bury my face right back between his pecs as I ride out the endless waves of pleasure.

When we’re both drained, I crawl up the bed to share the pillow and we sag into each other.

I’m absolutely drenched in his cum, just like he’s soaked with mine, and there are a million questions running through my head.

How is he feeling? Was this a one-time thing or can we do it again? Am I allowed to sleep in his bed?

Words seem way too damn hard right now though, so instead I just grunt. The kind of grunt that clearly has a question mark at the end, even if it’s not actually words. AJ’s eyes are half-closed, but his lips quirk into a drowsy, satisfied smile and he grunts back.

I’m good, bro .

I don’t know how I know, but I’m sure that’s what the grunt means. His big, heavy arm falls over me and he pulls me closer again. So, I guess that answers the question about whether he wants me to stay.

We can figure the rest out in the morning. Maybe in the shower. Together.

I drift off with images of AJ’s body all wet and soapy filling my mind.