Page 5 of Ex-Factor
The rim of Nicky’s scalp sizzled, and another layer of sweat broke out all over his body, causing his snug clothes to cling to his feverish skin. He flexed his hands again. His crotch swelled and his dick leaked. Jack drew a deep breath, pulling Nicky’s eyes to his face.
“Your turn.” Jack’s words were thick and raw as he opened his hand, his thick cock resting on his palm. He didn’t take his eyes off Nicky’s face even as Nicky’s stare dropped to his heavy rod, the tip shiny with cum juice. As he watched, more juice bubbled from the tiny hole and oozed into Jack’s hand.
Nicky inched closer, mesmerized by the dick he had fantasized about during his entire time with Evan. Jack’s younger brother was of adequate size and got the job done, but he couldn’t compare to Jack.
With a discreet clearing of his throat, Nicky hesitantly reached out and curled his fingers around Jack’s shaft. It pulsed against his palm, spiking his heart rate. His fingertips smeared through his juices as he took full possession of Jack’s member, squeezed just enough to make the man gasp, then began stroking him with a firm grip.
Jack clutched the edge of the desk, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck…Evan wasn’t lying.”
Hispraiseurged him on, unleashed thedirty boywithin. Nicky smiled and took him in both hands, working his delicate fists in spiral strokes up and down the shaft. Precum trickled out in a steady flow, wetting his cock, and slicking his taut skin.
“Fuck…”Jack gripped the desk harder and dropped his head back, eyes closing, hips thrusting. “Yes, baby…oh God, that feels good.”
Getting into the spirit of things, Nicky stared at him, eyes cool. “So, what kind of benefits will you give me if I suck you off?” he cooed low and suggestively.
Jack’s eyes popped open, and he raised his head, eyebrows cocked. “Show me what you can do, and we’ll talk.”
Nicky smiled and licked his lips, sensually sliding the wet appendage along his plump lower lip, drawing Jack’s eyes along for the ride. His cock twitched in his fist and thickened, stretching longer. Nicky sank to his knees, stroked him a few more times, then dragged his soft tongue up the underside of Jack’s shaft, bumping over the rope of muscle. When he reached the tip, he teased the sensitive slit beneath his cock head with the tip of his tongue then swirled it around the plump, swollen crown.
“Oh fuck…” Jack shuddered. His legs parted, and his hips arched. “Oh, fuck yeah…tease that cock, baby…” Nicky flattened his tongue against his dick as Jack slowly rocked his hips, rubbing it up and down the velvet soft surface. “Fuck yes…” he swallowed hard, drew back, and plunged his cock head into his mouth. His hand sank into his short strands, gripped with his fist, and fucked Nicky’s willing mouth. “Uuhhh! Holy Shit…fuck!Suck it, baby…oh God…take it…”
Though it was Nicky on his knees, swallowing the man’s cock,Nicky—not Jack—was the one in control, he sensed it with each desperate thrust of Jack’s hips and the tremors racing through him as he surged toward orgasm.
Nicky squeezed his cock with hands and mouth, suctioning his rod as he sucked the full length of his dick in and out of his throat.
“Fuuck…”Jack wailed.
Nicky took him to the edge of orgasm, fondling his heavy balls, tugging them firmly until Jack was trembling all over and declaring – “Fuck—I’m right there!”
He sucked up his shaft, pinching with his strong lips, and popped the head from his mouth. He commenced licking up and down his wet, glistening rod of pulsating meat, now fissured with plump veins.
“My benefits?” Nicky murmured against his dick and blew softly, then stood, peeled off his pink jacket, and began unfastening the front of his tight white pants. He cocked an eyebrow at him.
Jack panted heavily, his cock swaying stiffly between them and dripping juice onto the carpet. He watched with pure lust asNicky peeled open his fly and his erection bulged out against his fiery red jockey shorts.
Jack rasped coarsely, “Let me fuck you and you can have whatever you want.”
“I thought you didn’t like me?” Nicky cooed; feigning hurt. “When I was with Evan, you ignored me. Didn’t like it when I was around.” He palmed his crotch and massaged his bulge. “You don’t like me, but you still want to fuck me?”
“Who said I didn’t like you?” Jack’s burning stare locked on Nicky’s fingers as he worked his hard cock through the open fly. Jack dropped a hand to his own cock and stroked.
“You did… in more ways than one,” Nicky murmured and pressed forward so Jack’s cock head nudged his open fly and his engorged erection within. An instant wet stain formed from their cum juices and Jack pushed firmly against him, poking him with barely restrained urgency.
Nicky gasped softly and he moved forward a hair, rocking against his cock. “You weren’t very nice to me,” he moaned shakily. “Not like you’re being now.”
“I liked you.” Jack clenched his cock in his fist, index finger and thumb squeezing the base of his shaft, holding his orgasm at bay. “You have no fucking idea howmuchI liked you.”
“Then why weren’t you nicer to me?” Nicky shoved down the front of his jockey shorts, freeing his pulsing dick. Jack’s cock pushed beneath Nicky’s shaft, slipping between his thighs, digging into his tight balls. “Uh!” Nicky gasped and clutched the man’s chest as Jack stroked his cock against the underside of Nicky’s throbbing member, nudging his full balls again and again.
“Because…” Jack panted heavily. “I was fuckingjealousof Evan. Every time he fucked you in his bedroom, I beat off to the sound of your moans and screams, imagining I was the one making you cum so hard.”
Nicky whimpered and smiled. “Youwere.”An orgasm was imminent, and he bit his lower lip fiercely, his breath hissing around his teeth. “Oh, fuck, Jack…I’m gonna cumnow.”
Jack drew back and stared at him, perplexed. “What do you meanIwas the one making you cum so hard?” His chest heaved, and dick pulsed in his hand, but he ceased all attempts to get at him while he waited for his answer.
The orgasm was right there, the waves ebbing his loins. He felt dizzy with ecstasy and struggled to collect his fragmented thoughts long enough to focus and answer Jack’s question. “I, uh…” he breathed unevenly. “When Evan and I fucked…I was…I was imagining it was you fucking me…I would close my eyes and pretend I was in bed with you, that it was your cock thrusting inside me. And it…it made me so hot…made my orgasms so fierce and it made me cum so hard.”
Jack just stared at him for a long moment, a stunned look on his face. Then the trance broke, and they practically tore the clothes from each other’s bodies. Nicky’s back struck the desk, knocking shit to the floor with a crash and clatter. Jack shoved his legs open, and he hurriedly raised them, hooking his feet on the edge of the desk.
