Page 55 of Try Me

Chet:Yes

I answered with the simple truth.

Mark:Want me to keep going?

Chet:Fuck yes.

He could’ve stopped, could’ve blown me off and left me high and dry and wanting. I could tell it crossed his mind, could see how it narrowed his eyes briefly. And I could see when he decided to go all in.

Well, almost.

He gave his semi-hard dick a few tugs, then put his fist to his mouth, trying to cover a smile as he shot a sideways look at oblivious loner dude. That was when his smile faltered.

Mark:Shit.

Chet:Nervous?

I didn’t need to ask. The expression on his face and the way he held his shoulders said as much.

Mark:Yup.

For some reason the plain admission, and the way he kind of laughed self-deprecatingly behind the press of his fist was just as hot as his hand moving under the table.

Mark had been awkward as fuck when we were around thirteen. Glasses, braces, features too big for his face. I guess I had been, too. But now he was…shit, he almost hurt to look at, and it wasn’t because he was perfectly symmetrical or proportioned according to the golden mean or had dazzling eyes. They were a nice blue, and his upper lip was more pronounced than his lower, very slightly off-kilter due to the micro cleft palate he told me he’d been born with. A stray lock of golden-brown hair was plastered in a curlicue shape along his temple.

But everything about him seemed to work in some kind of crazy magnetic harmony. At least on me.

A few more languid tugs and he swelled back into action. The crown of his cock flushed with blood, his shaft thickened in his grip, and his eyes went distant with a lusty cast as he rubbed his thumb around his tip.

Chet:I’ve imagined this before.

It was an admission made in the heat of the moment.

Mark:Jerking off in a library? Perv.

Chet:What you look like when you’re doing it alone. If you’d ever do it in front of me.

Chet:Or with me.

His expression sobered as he met my eyes.

Chet:Pull your pants lower. I want to see everything.

Mark:Uh-uh. I’m driving now.

Shit. I liked that, too. More than anticipated, and when Mark tucked his dick back in his pants but kept stroking it through the fabric, my own cock gave an achy twitch in response.

Mark:Maybe I’ll just blow my load right here in my pants. You’d like that wouldn’t you?

I would, but…

Chet:That’s old hat. I think we need to move on.

Mark:Yeah? Well, figure it out because I’m horny as fuck right now and it’s all your fault.

I shifted my open laptop around a bit, then nudged the chair in front of me aside and squeezed my erection through my shorts. Just touching it had me biting back a groan. The skin was hot, and a delicious jolt moved down through my shaft as I teased the head of my cock.

Mark’s hips arched slightly, and he gave me a quick shake of his head.