Page 9 of Double or Nothing

“What?”

“Someone moved out recently, didn’t they? Did they go to all these places with you?”

“Let’s move on from the magnets.” He masks his shuffling with a laugh. “My dick is too hard for it.”

I go along with him.

“Drop your pants, then.”

Bryce does as he’s told this time, his green eyes burning mine as he casts off his shirt and drops his trousers. His cock springs right out of his boxers, and he casts them aside along with his socks. One hot naked man standing before me.

“Good call,” I say. “My turn.”

I’ve tugged my loose tie free from my collar by the time I cross the kitchen, planting my mouth back on his as I unbutton my shirt. My dick is out before my pants are down, and I grind my hard-on against his, taking control. Long, hard thrusts, cock to cock.

“Fuck,” Bryce groans. “I’m so out of practice. Don’t rush.”

“Let me take control and stop fighting it.”

“I’ll come if you don’t stop.” He grits his teeth as I keep thrusting my hips, grinding my dick against his.

“I know you will. That’s why I’m doing it.”

My hands snake down between us and take hold. I’m an expert with his dick, milking us both at the same time, with the head of his cock slick against mine. He’s so out of practice, he can’t stay still. His hands grip the counter, but he can’t stop squirming as he shifts against me. He’s trying to fight for composure but failing bad.

I love his struggle as I squeeze his hard cock. The powerplay when I jerk him fast then stop.

The way he closes his eyes as his balls tighten and get set to blow. He pinches his bottom lip between his teeth and his nostrils flare. He’s still fighting it.

“Do it,” I tell him. “Come for me.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t need to come yet, I can hold on.”

“I don’t want you to, sweet thing. You’ve been battling the urge to blow in your pants from the moment I gave you a handshake. I want to see how hard you can spurt.”

He opens his eyes, stares right into mine. I’m smirking as I lean back far enough to give him one last quick jerk, and his balls erupt in seconds to a soundtrack of curses.

Jesus Christ, the guy has been desperate. The first jet of cum flies so high it splatters his chin and his chest hair, and the rest is a thick boiling pot spilling out, caking my fist in so much beautiful cream.

“Impressive,” I say, and lean in to lick his chin. “I hope you’ve got another round in there.”

He’s still catching his breath. His forehead is sweaty as he nods.

“Plenty. I just need a chance to recover.”

“Good. Because now it’s my cock’s turn for centre stage.”

He’s not expecting it when I spin him around and press him face down on the countertop. He cries out when I use his cum as lube to push two fingers straight into his asshole. It’s so tight I let out a moan.

“What a treat I have in store,” I tell him. “Practically virginal.”

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to get in. Seriously, Jack, it’s been years.”

“Want me to stop?” I still my fingers inside him. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

His breaths are heavy. I wonder if he’s contemplating it.

“No,” he says, finally. “I don’t want you to stop. I’m just a bit… out of practice.”