Boyfriend Goals

“Confusing, huh? My brain is weird. You should try living inside my head sometime.”

I chuckled but couldn’t get the thought of him jacking off out of my head—of the two of us jacking off together.

Milo grimaced, then shifted, and damned if my gaze didn’t travel down to the prominent bulge beneath his underwear that hadn’t been as big a few minutes before. “I’m hard.”

“I can see that.” My voice was an octave lower, deep and raspy.

“Oops?”

“I’m dealing with the same problem here.”

“You are? I want to see! Sorry. That was rude. So was telling you I wished I could watch you masturbate. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I would never do something against your will. Sometimes I open my mouth, and stuff just comes out.”

“Jesus, Lo. You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s hot…thinking of us jerking off together.”

“Together? I thought you didn’t want to see me naked.”

“Um…who said that?”

“Well, when we were talking about butts on Instagram, I said if you wanted to see me, just ask, but you didn’t. I would have asked if you’d told me that…just sayin’.”

Yep, totally hard now. Heat and desire surged through me, making my balls ache. His honesty was so damn refreshing. Even if I wasn’t attracted to him, that would’ve turned me on.

My gaze found Milo, but he was looking at my crotch like he was trying to see through my jeans, and hell, we were so doing this. I didn’t let myself contemplate if it was a bad idea or not.

“Can I see you naked?” I asked.

He bit into his lip, and fuck, I wanted to do it for him. I had to remind myself that wasn’t what he was offering.

“Yes. Can I see you naked? And masturbating, please. Thank you.”

“Yes,” I replied, hoping like hell this wasn’t a mistake, but wanting him too much to say no.

Milo didn’t hesitate. He pushed up on his knees and tugged his underwear straight down and off before flopping down to his ass again. He was…goddamn, he was sexy. He kept himself manscaped—his red hair, which was darker there, neatly trimmed. Milo was fully erect, long and thick, the head slick with precum that leaked from his slit. Jesus, I wanted to taste him, wanted to lick him from his balls up to the crown and take him deep into my mouth.

“Gideon! You’re staring and not stripping! Hurry! I want to see too.”

“You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

“Wait? My dick is little? It doesn’t seem like that from the porn I watch.”

I chuckled while pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the chair. “No, it’s not small. At all. That was just… I actually have no idea what that was. Note to self: don’t call you little thing again.”

“You’re still not getting undressed fast enough.”

“You only want me for my body,” I teased, then stepped out of my sneakers and unbuttoned my pants. I didn’t know why, but I thought he would be slightly shy for me to see him, which he clearly wasn’t. Milo leaned back on his pillows, legs spread out while he cupped his sac.

“I like to play with my balls,” he said.

“Well, it does feel good.” I wondered how many men he’d done this with, how many times he’d jerked off or blown or fucked guys, when I had no business thinking about that or caring.

When I pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Holy shit.”

“Extraordinary, isn’t it?” I teased.

“Mine is longer.”

“Way to boost a guy’s ego, Lo.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Am I supposed to? Wow…that’s a really hot cock…it’s so…big…you have lots of…hair.”

“First, I don’t have lots. I just don’t keep it quite as short as yours. And second, you don’t seem very impressed.” I hoped my playful tone showed through my words. I gave myself a slow, lazy stroke.

“I am…oh my God, I am. You’re thicker than me. I kinda want to come right now. You have a really nice cock. I’m just…taking it all in…and trying to make myself believe this is really happening. Lie down next to me. Maybe it’ll help if I can feel your body heat.”

My dick jerked, liking that idea.

“Holy crap. That happened because of what I said, didn’t it?” He leaned forward, his face so damn close to my erection I wasn’t sure I would survive this encounter at all. When he blew on me, warm air ghosting around my dick, I groaned. “Not good?”

“Really fucking good. I thought we were jerking off?” If he wanted to do more, I was game, but I needed it to be what Milo wanted.

“No, we are. Sit down.”

“Yes, sir.”

He scooted over, and I sank down beside him. I had to admit, he was right. This was better with the two of us lying beside each other.