I hadn’t touched another man’s dick in so long it felt wrong in some way. Even though it was what I wanted, it was…scary.
Uriah brought my forehead to his. It seemed to be one of his favorite things to do. His eyes looked down at where my hands were hesitating. “Do it, Austin. Please. I want to feel your hands on my cock.”
I let out a breath and trailed my hand down his hip, dipping far below the waistband, and slowly brought it back up, sliding it along his length.
Fuck, he was so hard. I pushed him up and slipped the waist off my wrist, the whole thing cascading to the ground. I left my hand there, pressing him against his stomach. He gave me no direction, but my hand wanted to feel him, so I moved my hand up and down him, slowly, enjoying the velvet steel feeling on my palm.
“God, yes,” he breathed a moment later. “Just like that. Enjoy it…”
I was. I really, really was. I moved my other hand away from his hip and cupped his heavy balls and rolled them slowly.
“Shit…”
A pearl of precum appeared at the tip, and I swiped it off, using it to lubricate my hand.
While my hand moved of its own accord up and down him, Uriah’s hands quickly dropped my own boxers to the floor and released my cock.
He gripped my cock lightly and moved up and down. I gasped, the feeling of his hand nearly buckling my knees.
Stepping just a little closer, he brought my hand down, still holding him, and lay our two heavy erections next to each other on the flat of his hand, then slowly wrapped around the two of us. His slightly short, but thick length rubbed up my longer, thinner, pale one.
I tossed my head back against the wall and let out a moan like I never had before. The feeling of his dick clenched tight against mine was a whole new world of sensation for my poor overloaded brain.
Then he started moving his hand up and down our cocks, clenching them just tight enough.
“H-h-holy shit…” I managed. I slammed my hand on the cabinet next to me and jerked it open. I groped, only partially blindly, for the bottle of lube I kept there. I found it quickly and snapped the cap open, dribbling just a few drops of the liquid slick on us.
It was cold for only a moment, and then the motion of Uriah’s hand was smooth, fluid as he pumped us together.
I actually yelled. Not any words, but just sheer pleasure made me cry out. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me while he worked.
“Fuck, Austin, fuck…”
“I want to come,” I breathed. I could feel the climax growing, the hot lightning starting in my back and heading straight for my balls. “Tell me you want that.”
“Come, Austin. God, please come on me,” he whispered.
I wrapped my hand around his, and moved with him, up and down, back and forth.
The climax stole my breath, my mind. I sobbed as my cock released my cum onto his balls, on his thighs. I trembled and shook, my legs dangerously close to folding as his orgasm took him, I felt his release hot on my skin as he slammed his mouth over mine and continued to pump both of us through the pleasure.
He slowed, but it took a moment for him to stop completely. He still kissed me, hard, thorough, his tongue both possessive and permissive as he tasted me.
We both slid to the floor, completely jellied. I pulled him to me, his legs sliding to either side and our now soft shafts resting between us.
His thumb traced the tears down my cheeks.
I chuckled weakly. “I have never had an orgasm that made me sob…”
“I’ve never seen it happen,” he whispered. “God, it was beautiful. Thank you for sharing that with me.” His lips followed his thumb down my cheeks. “Christ, what you do to me.”
“Aside from make you unbearably sticky?”
Uriah laughed. “Yes, aside from the sticky.”
I lifted the sticky, lubed hand he had used and kissed his knuckles. “I think I’m going to like being gay with you.”
“Good,” he said. “I kind of liked it too.”
