Page 95 of Quinton's Quest

“Sliding my finger in.”

“Oh, Jesus.”

“I don’t hear you stroking yourself.” Whether I’d hear him actually doing so, it wasn’t entirely clear.

He groaned.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

“Quinton?”

“Yes?”

“I need you to stick two fingers inside. Like I do.”

“You’ve got big fingers.” Not much different from mine—except mine were skinnier and longer. All the better to find my— “Okay. Well then.”

“Found your prostate?”

“Yep.” And I touched it again. That feeling of rightness settled over me as I relaxed into the sensation of bliss.

“I’m there with you, Quinton. Kissing you and making you feel good. Do you feel good?”

“Mmm.” I blinked. “Are you stroking yourself?”

“Uh…I am now…”

I laughed. “Okay, I’m going to ride this dildo.”

“Oh, okay.” That might’ve come out a little strangled.

I lubed the dildo up and positioned it by my entrance. “I’m ready.” I considered. “Run your thumb over your slit.” That always got him revved up.

“Uh. Sure.” That might’ve come out like a squeak.

“Don’t come.” I issued the warning as I slowly slid the toy into myself. The initial stretch from the crown only stung a little and then I was able to work it in. Involuntarily, when the thing was seated, I moaned.

“All the way in?” His words were a little breathy.

“Mmm.” The full sensation was one of my favorite in the world, and it sparked electricity through me as I moved the dildo in and out—rubbing my prostate.

“Faster, baby. I want to hear you.”

Hear me what?I didn’t figure he could hear the squish of the lube, but everything else was up for debate. “Fuck, Leo.”

“Yeah. Now grab your cock.”

Unable to resist, I did just that. A bit of lube remained on my fingers, so the glide was easy.

“Run your thumb over your slit. Like I just did. The way I do with you.”

I did as bade. And moaned. Then blinked. “Are you jacking yourself?”

“What? Oh.”

“Leo—this goes both ways.”

“Twist the dildo.” He moaned. “And I’ll keep stroking myself.”