Page 9 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

“Uh… yeah.” I yank my hat off and run my fingers through my hair, then stuff it back onto my head.

“I can send you the link. It’s… There’s just a dude in the videos though,” I warn him, just in case he missed that part last time.

“But it’s not like watching a guy jerk off .

” I scramble to explain again. “There’s these prompts that pop up on the screen and you both follow along with them.

In my head it’s more of a contest to see if I can outlast him…

except he always makes it to the end, so I guess it’s kind of a shitty contest.” I laugh awkwardly, dropping my hand over my lap to hide the fact that my dick is fully hard now, tenting the front of my shorts.

AJ huffs what sounds like a laugh and closes his thighs a little, his hand falling over his lap in a similar position to mine.

Is he getting hard too? Fuck, that’s kind of hot.

Not in a gay way, but just in the way that people being horny is always hot.

Like it reminds your body that orgasms are awesome or some shit.

“Is it fucked up that the competitive part of my brain is totally into the idea of turning it into an actual competition?” His lips twitch and he glances at me out of the corner of his eye.

I’m facing the TV, but I couldn’t tell you the score right now if my life depended on it. I’m too distracted by the effort of trying not to grab my dick and the energized buzz building inside of me. Nerves? More adrenaline? Just plain-ass horniness?

“We… could .” Fuck, did I really just say that? I lick my lips and consider taking it back.

AJ goes as still as a statue, and then out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand flex, squeezing his cock through his shorts.

“What? Jerk off together and see who can edge all the way to the end of the video?” He wheezes a laugh that sounds right on the edge of hysteria. His knee vibrates with a tremble against mine and he pulls it back.

I shrug. “Worried I’ll beat you?” I finally turn to look at him full on with a challenge in my smirk.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and his chest rises and falls just a little faster than normal, like he’s trying hard to keep his breathing even.

“Isn’t that a little… gay?”

“How is touching our own dicks gay?” I scoff, finally giving in and squeezing the base of my cock. The pressure is just enough to make a moan tighten in my throat and my eyelids flutter.

AJ’s pupils blow wider, making his brown eyes look even darker, and his lips fall open with a look of surprise.

“Yeah, okay,” he says hoarsely.

“Yeah?” Holy shit, I didn’t think he would actually say yes.

He nods. “Can you put the video on the TV screen?”

The video…? Oh, right, the edging prompts. Duh.

I scramble for my phone. It takes me a minute to pull up my bookmarked videos and pair it to the TV thanks to the way my fingers are trembling and my thoughts are spinning. Are we seriously going to do this? Whip our dicks out right here in the living room and see which one of us can edge longer?

My cock jerks and a dribble of precum soaks into my jock.

Fuck it, it’s just for fun, right? Guys jerk off; no reason we can’t do it in the same room.

I finally manage to get my phone paired to the TV and the opening frame of the video fills the large screen, replacing the baseball game that was there just seconds before.

I shift back onto the couch, making myself comfortable again.

“Ready?” I ask.

AJ is holding himself a little stiffly, but he nods without hesitation, so I hit play. There’s no pointless introduction or anything like that, just a naked guy in a chair, his cock standing hard and thick between his thighs. Shit, is this kind of gay? The video, I mean.

I glance over to see what he thinks. Is it making him uncomfortable?

His attention is trained on the screen and he doesn’t look freaked out or disgusted, so it must be okay.

The first set of instructions appears across the top of the screen, explaining the edge-o-meter and the rules.

It’s not exactly rocket science. You get yourself as close to the edge as you can before the meter hits green, and then the prompt changes and you do whatever it says next. If you bust before the end, you lose.

READY? flashes across the screen.

We both still have our shorts on. Is he waiting for me to take mine off first?

I guess someone’s going to have to, and since this was technically my idea, I guess that someone is me.

At least, I think this was my idea. Maybe it was both our ideas.

Either way, I swallow any awkwardness and shove my shorts and jock down around my thighs.

My cock springs free, slapping against my bare belly.

Is AJ looking? Fuck, I don’t want to check just in case he is.

Wait, do I want him to be looking? No… right?

The heat pooling in my gut doesn’t give me a clear answer, so I shove the question aside for now and get down to what we came here to do.

The “first round” is already underway, so I wrap my hand around my cock and start to stroke myself.

I grunt and sink into the couch, letting some of the tension ease out of my body, my attention zeroing in on my achy erection, which has been dying for a little attention all week.

I drag my thumb across my cockhead, smearing a sticky dribble of precum over my crown.

Fuck, it feels good. I pull my hand off for just a second to spit into my palm, and then I’m right back to long, tugging strokes, picking up speed as the meter on the screen creeps closer and closer to green.

My balls bounce between my legs and more precum leaks from my slit to trickle down the head of my cock.

AJ lets out a breath and finally lifts his hips off the couch to shove his shorts down too. I shouldn’t look, but curiosity gets the best of me. A quick glance can’t hurt anything.

To my relief, he’s not hung like that dude with the horse dick at the gym.

I don’t think my ego could have taken it if he was.

He has a very respectable cock though. Uncut and thick in all the right places.

His balls are big too, furry with dark hair just like his chest and thighs are.

And, fuck, he really is hairy, with even more dark hair surrounding the base of his cock and the upper part of his thighs.

It’s surprisingly well groomed though, like artfully curated bushes instead of an untamed jungle.

Shit, I’ve officially been staring at his dick too long.

I jerk my gaze away and look back at the screen.

STOP.

TOUCH YOURSELF ANYWHERE OTHER THAN YOUR DICK .

I pull my hand off of my cock, glad for the reprieve. I’m drooling precum and my balls are already starting to ache and tighten. I run my hands over my body, teasing the sensitive spots on my inner thighs and cupping my balls roughly in one hand. AJ’s fingers wander immediately to his nipples.

My breath catches as I watch him grab them both between his thumbs and forefingers and pinch them roughly. He hisses between his teeth and arches off the couch just a little, his cock flexing and bobbing. Jesus, why is that hot? It shouldn’t be hot, right?

I lick my lips and forcibly stop myself from wondering what it would feel like to drag my tongue over his hard, hairy nipple.

Nipple play isn’t gay though. Women have nipples.

I guess the hairy part is a little more manly, but it’s probably just curiosity. Hell, I’ve never minded a woman who prefers not to shave. No big deal.

AJ grunts and wraps his hand around his cock.

Oh, right, the video…

SIXTY SECONDS - GO!

I grab my cock and a moan slips past my lips unintentionally.

Our eyes meet and… fuck… his expression is intense.

His eyes are dark and wild, there’s sweat beading on his forehead, and every stroke has his nostrils flaring just a little.

A masculine, musky scent surrounds us, and my thigh brushes against his.

My balls tighten as the heat builds and builds.

Precum pours between my fingers with every rough tug.

Close.

Close.

Close…

STOP .

AJ trembles and lets out a gasping whine, his fingers tightening around his cock like he can’t get himself to let go. Jesus. Now that is hot.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek and force my hand off of my dick.

I couldn’t even tell you what instructions are on the screen right now, I’m too mesmerized by how swollen his cock looks, pouring precum even faster than mine, jerking and twitching involuntarily as he clenches his fists on his thighs to keep from losing the game.

Fuck the game. When he finally finishes, how big of a load will it be? Is he going to manage to keep holding back all of his grunts and moans, swallowing them down and stifling them between clenched teeth?

The next round starts and my cock pulses eagerly as soon as I get my hand back around it.

No way am I going to make it the full fifteen minutes tonight.

Every inch of my skin feels like a live wire.

It’s more than just our knees bumping now; my thigh is flush against AJ’s, and even the way the hair on his leg tugs at mine is making sparks dance in my gut.

He strokes himself faster this time, a dazed look glazed in his eyes, his lips parting on throaty sounds.

Goose bumps rise all over my body, and everything inside of me gets hotter and tighter.

My toes curl against the wood floor and my thighs quake.

I lick my lips and the salty tang of sweat hitting my tongue sends my pulse skyrocketing.

I can’t…

I can’t…

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, my cock pulsing in my fist before I get the chance to let go and pull back from the edge.

“Fuck,” I grunt again, giving in to the way my muscles tighten and shiver, my balls throbbing with every volcanic spurt that sprays over my bare belly, painting me with streaks of thick white cum.

I sag against the couch and stroke myself leisurely, chasing every last wave of pleasure.

I let out a shuddering breath and peel my eyes back open. The guy on the screen is still going strong, following the prompt to tease his nipples now. But AJ is slumped on the couch, breathing hard just like I am, his tank top soaked with his release.

I missed it .

My stomach sinks with disappointment.

Wait, what?

No, I’m definitely not disappointed that I was too distracted by my own orgasm to see AJ’s O-face. That would be…

I shake my head and let out a laugh to ease the tension in my chest. He joins in, sharing an amused “did we seriously just do that?” look with me as we both tug our shorts back up in a hurry.

I wipe my hands on my shorts since I’m going to need to shower in a minute anyway, then fumble to turn off the video. AJ avoids eye contact, shifting to the edge of the couch like he’s about to get up too.

“So… uh…” What exactly do you say to another dude you just jerked off with in a totally non-romantic, completely straight way?

“No homo?” he says with a crooked smile, plucking the words straight out of my brain.

I bark out a laugh and nod.

“Right. No homo.”