Page 60 of When Ben Loved Tim

My mouth is too full to talk. All I can do is nod in encouragement. He picks up the pace, and when he growls, I make sure not a single drop is wasted. Even when he tries to pull out, I strain my neck to take him back in.

“Okay, okay!” Tim laughs before rolling off to the side. “Holy shit! That was incredible!”

“Yeah,” I agree after swallowing. “I’m up for a repeat. Anytime you want.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Tim says. “I’m a horny dude.”

“I can handle it,” I assure him.

Although I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself. A lot of the guys I’ve been with would pretend to fall asleep. Or make an excuse, like how their parents would be home soon, before getting dressed. Tim simply flops onto his back while panting. Normally I wait a few minutes and then excuse myself to use the restroom, so I can finish myself off. I guess that works.

“I usually last longer,” Tim says.

I smirk at this. “Prove it.”

“I will,” Tim says, stretching and sitting up. “Next time.”

“I can hardly wait,” I say, swinging my legs over the side of the bed so I can stand. I don’t manage to fully before Tim grabs my hand.

“Where ya goin’?” he asks while pulling me back into bed.

“I was about to get dressed.”

“No way!” he rolls on top of me and pins me down by the shoulders, a wicked grin on his face. “I wanna see you come.”

“Okay!” I say enthusiastically before reaching for myself.

He knocks my hand away and traps my cock in one of his strong fists. Then he begins pumping. “Weird!” he says. “It feels different than mine.”

“Uh…” I say, my body already writhing in pleasure.

“How do you jack off without foreskin? Everything’s so tight.”

“Lube helps,” I suggest.

“Oh right.” He stops long enough to spit into his hand. Then he wraps his hand around my dick again, this time loose enough that his palm can slide across my skin. “Does that feel good?”

I whimper in response.

Tim shifts and starts licking one of my nipples, which pushes me close to the edge.

“I usually last longer too,” I gasp in warning.

“Not with me you don’t.” Tim is grinning from ear to ear while locking eyes with me.

I bite my lower lip before my cock starts convulsing and doesn’t seem to stop.

“Holy shit!” Tim says with a laugh. “Do you always come that much?”

“No,” I say, looking down. I start laughing too. “Definitely not!”

His hand is so soaked that he does a flinging motion, hot drops splattering my torso. “Now I know where Warhol got the idea,” he says.

We both crack up. Tim grabs his T-shirt so I can clean up. He uses his underwear for the same purpose, wringing his hands with it. He seems to have no intention of getting dressed again, which is fine with me. He tosses the soiled clothing to the floor and crawls into bed.

“Will you hold me?” I ask.

“Hell yeah!” he says, sliding in behind me.