Page 30 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

I palm my cock over my shorts, pressing the heel of my hand against my base to slow down my building arousal.

It doesn’t help though, not with AJ’s dick standing at attention just inches in front of my face, his big, hairy balls hanging between his thighs.

The blue veins lining his shaft throb and pulse, and I’m mesmerized by the way his foreskin rolls back slowly to expose the glistening head of his cock.

“You’ve got a really pretty cock, bro.” My voice is husky, and I can hear the need dripping from every word. I think AJ can too, because his cock swells a little stiffer, the crown darkening with more pooling blood.

He wheezes out a laugh, curling his hands into fists on the couch cushions on either side of himself.

Trying to keep himself from getting too rough maybe?

Trying to fight the urge to grab my hair and shove his cock into my mouth?

I bite back a moan at the thought. That might be too much the first time, but I want to get to the point where we both know how rough we can be with each other.

Is that what he wants too? He mentioned dating someone, but I don’t know if he meant me or just the general idea of dating a guy at some point.

I shake off that line of thought. I can worry about labels and commitment later—right now the clock is ticking and I’m about to suck my first dick.

I lick my lips and wrap my hand around the base of his cock.

He drags in a sharp breath, his pupils blowing wide and heat rushing into his cheeks.

His hips flex again and his abs tighten.

With my other hand still on my own dick, I lean in slowly, not wanting to rush this moment, this building tension that’s sizzling in every cell of my body like a bomb about to detonate.

Instead of going straight for his cock though, I give in to the fantasy I had in the stairwell and I press my nose against his sac.

The sweaty, musky, masculine scent of him goes straight to my head.

I squeeze my dick through my shorts, rubbing and teasing myself as I open my mouth and drag my tongue over the rough skin of his balls.

AJ’s hips jerk and he lets out a startled, eager shout.

His sac tightens against my tongue, his balls shifting and pulling closer to his body.

I do it again, dragging my tongue over his sac, and his thighs tremble on either side of me.

He thrusts, his cock sliding through my loose grip, and there’s something so fucking hot about feeling the silky skin of his shaft move over the hard steel underneath, his veins throbbing against my fingertips.

I lick him again, this time dragging my tongue along the seam of his sac all the way up to the base of his cock.

As soon as my tongue touches his cock, I feel like a switch inside me has been flipped. I’m ravenous and fucking feral, starved for the taste of him, desperate to have my mouth stuffed full and his moans echoing in my ears.

I tighten my grip and wrap my lips around his cockhead.

His whole body jerks and quakes. He moans just like I imagined.

Does it feel different to have a guy’s mouth on your cock?

Maybe it’s just the mental part of it, looking down between your thighs and seeing a dude there.

I want to ask, but I have more important things to do with my mouth right now, so I focus on that.

I tongue his crown, slick with the salty-sweet precum that drips from his slit. I tease around his foreskin, using my hand to roll it back, then bunch it up to surround his cockhead with my tongue tucked inside. I wiggle my tongue inside his foreskin and his eyes widen.

“Holy fuck,” AJ rasps.

I make a mental note and keep exploring.

I lick and swirl and stroke, watching his face and the way his body shivers and arches when I do anything he really likes.

I take him a little bit deeper, slowly, one inch at a time.

The stretch of my lips around his cock makes my dick fucking throb.

I wish I had more hands so I could play with his balls and his nipples all while I suck him and touch myself.

Since I have to prioritize, once I’m able to take most of his cock into my mouth, I slide one hand down to cup his balls and I abandon my own dick so I can tease his nipples with the other.

I know I’m clumsy at first. I feel like I’m playing one of those stupid games where you’re trying to twist something while you bop another thing, all while you’re hopping on one foot.

The steady stream of gasps and moans falling from AJ’s lips is more than enough motivation for me to figure it all out though.

I manage to find a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down his cock, stroking my tongue along his shaft with every suck while I roll his taut sac against my palm and circle his nipples with my fingers.

He thrashes and pants, trying so damn hard not to thrust down my throat.

What a fucking gentleman. God, it makes me like him even more.

Not just want to get hot and sweaty and horny with him, but goddamn like him.

I pinch his nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and I’m rewarded with a thick, salty pulse of precum.

“I’m close,” he groans in warning.

I hum, meeting his eyes, trying to communicate without words that I want him to give it to me. I want his cum in my mouth. I want to know what it feels like to swallow his orgasm. Please, please, please .

My hips roll and jerk involuntarily, my cock dragging against the fabric of my jock.

It’s not enough friction to get me off, but just enough to make my balls ache.

I bob my head faster and pinch his other nipple.

That’s all it takes. AJ jackknifes off the couch, forcing his cock deeper into my throat without meaning to.

I gag at the sudden intrusion, my throat squeezing tight around his cockhead as my stomach clenches and my body convulses.

He wails my name, muttering curses and apologies as his fingers find their way into my hair and his cock pulses rhythmically against my tongue.

I pull back just enough to catch the last few volleys of cum on my tongue. It’s hot and sticky and bitterly salty… and I want to suck a gallon more out of his balls right fucking now. I moan, shoving the hand that was cupping his balls down my shorts.

I grasp my cock while his is still in my mouth, twitching against my tongue with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

As soon as I start to jerk myself, my balls tighten and the heat in my stomach starts to coil.

My lips are still wrapped around AJ’s softening cock, and that’s what pushes me to the edge in record time—the weight of his dick in my mouth, the lingering flavor of his release on my tongue, the flush of his skin and the unsteady rise and fall of his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

My toes curl and my cock stiffens in my grip, and I groan around him.

AJ’s eyes bore into mine with a satisfied, intense look as he watches me come, spilling ropes of cum inside my jock.

I suck his softening cock and fuck my fist, chasing every pulsing, dizzying wave of pleasure that washes over me until my balls are drained.

I finally release his cock and he makes a strangled noise. I slump forward and let my head fall against his thigh. The dark, coarse hair feels nice against my cheek, and the warmth of his skin radiates through me, making it feel like I’m wrapped in a warm blanket.

He groans after a minute and I pry my eyes open to look at him.

“I don’t want to go to work. I’d rather stay here and just keep… doing this,” he says with a weak, hoarse chuckle.

“Me too.” I turn my head and kiss the inside of his thigh, inhaling another dizzying hit of the musky smell that’s all AJ. “We can do this again later though.” I give him a teasing smile and nip at his thigh. He gasps, then laughs, his eyes locking on mine.

“Yeah?” he asks, like he really needs the reassurance that this isn’t something that’s about to end abruptly without any warning.

“Yeah.”