“Yeah, that feels good. Just do it the way you would with anyone.”
“I haven’t done this, or well, anything, with anyone other than myself.”
Gideon stiffened. “You’re a virgin?”
I stopped, looked at him probably like he was an idiot because, “Yes, how did you not know this?”
“I don’t know, because you didn’t tell me?”
“Gid! This is me!” He smiled. “What?”
“You called me Gid.”
Oh…I had, hadn’t I? “That’s odd. I don’t usually have that kind of nickname for people. I mean, you were Tattoo Guy, but that wasn’t the same kind of nickname, and we didn’t know each other. It was just my preconceived way to describe you, and it stuck. But you called me Lo, so I think I’ll call you Gid; not all the time, but sometimes. If you don’t hate it. If you do, tell me. If not, can we get back to me masturbating you?”
“Yes, as long as you don’t ever say masturbating you again.”
I loved that he trusted me, that Gid clearly had questions but didn’t make us stop or push them on me, making me feel like he didn’t trust me to make decisions for myself.
I ran my hand up and down him again, savored the feel of him against my palm.
“You can squeeze a little tighter if you want.”
“Okay. I’m gonna play with your head the way you like.”
“Jesus, Lo. You might kill me.”
“Please don’t die. I might never have this chance again.”
He chuckled, but I didn’t know what was so funny about me killing the first guy who let me touch his cock. I played with his crown, rubbed my hand over it and down his shaft. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling…
“I know I said this before, but you’re really, really sexy, Gid.”
“So are you.” He rested his hand on my thigh, making my dick twitch. I almost felt like my balls might pop; they were so full, which wasn’t a pleasant image. “You flinched. What’s wrong?”
“I just had an uncomfortable vision of my balls exploding and cum covering the room.”
“Ouch.” I reached with my other hand and teased his sac. “Fuck yeah…like that. You feel so good.”
Oh God, he was doing the sex talk and…so far, I didn’t care. It didn’t bother me at all.
“You’re so hard, but your skin is so soft. It feels awesome. I mean, I know what a dick feels like because I touched mine all the time before moving here, but it’s not the same with someone else. Whoa…you’re leaking a ton of precum now.” I swiped it with my thumb, and, huh, Gideon’s fluid wasn’t so bad. That was a good sign. “Every time I stroke up, your thighs tighten…and I like your tattoos…and I hate tattoos, so that’s just strange.”
“I want to touch you too.” Gideon’s hand slid up my leg, back down, then up again. “I want to make you come, Lo. Will you let me make you come?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Lie down again.”
I did as he said. He was the expert here. Gideon rolled onto his side, facing me. My hand was still on his cock, but I wasn’t moving it, and then… “Fuck…fuck.” My eyes rolled back when he wrapped a tight fist around the base of my shaft and slid up. “I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s okay.”
“This is amazing.” The urge to close my eyes was there, but I wanted them open too. I wanted to watch Gideon touching me. Pleasure pooled in my groin, shooting off like fireworks from there, exploding all through my body. “How can it feel so different to have someone else touch you than it does with yourself?”
“Maybe I’m just that good,” he said playfully.
“Could be. I don’t have it in me to argue. Um…tighter, please…and a little faster.”
“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what you want.”
I rolled onto my back, and when Gideon changed positions, using his other hand to cup my balls, playing with them and rubbing my taint, I realized I’d let go of him, that I was just lying back and taking the pleasure he gave me.
“Okay…that’s good…pull them some. I like that.” He did, and I almost surged off the bed. “Yes! Like that.”
“Bossy, aren’t you?”
“Please make me come.” I thrust into his fist. This was maybe the best moment of my life. My whole body was sensitive, but I felt safe…safe and cared for because it was Gideon and he was my friend. I could say anything to him, and he didn’t judge me or make me feel like there was something wrong with me.
And so far, it seemed like he enjoyed touching me too, so that was a plus.
“I can’t wait to see you shoot. Can’t wait to see the look on your face when I make you blow your load all over yourself. That’s it, fuck my hand.”