He licks his lips as I keep playing with myself, and I wonder why he asked me to keep my underwear on. Maybe it's a kink of his? My cock throbs beneath my hand, and more pre-come oozes out of my slit. I cannot remember the last time I was this aroused.
My eyes meet his.
He smiles.
But it's not his usual boyish smile. This smile is the smile ofa man. A man who clearly likes what he's seeing.
I know Buzz almost as well as I know myself, but I know virtually nothing about him when it comes to sex and what he's into. Is he adventurous? What does he like? Is he a top, bottom, verse, or not into anal?
I'm completely clueless.
Well…maybe not completely.
He does seem to be enjoying the little show I'm putting on for him. I keep applying pressure to my throbbing, dripping cock and grin. "If I keep doing this, I'm going to come."
His eyes light up. "Do it. I want to see."
"Yeah? This turns you on?"
He nods vigorously. "So much."
"Should I take these off?" I hitch the waistband of my briefs up slightly.
"No. Please don't. Unless you need to."
I grin again, the combination of his deep voice and his nervous politeness ever so charming and filthy at the same time. "I can work with this."
I haven't jerked off like this since I was a teenager, but I'm pretty sure it's like riding a bike.
I stroke up and down the length of my cock, using the material of the briefs as added friction. I find a particularly good angle, and I wasn't lying before. I am close.
"You want me to come?"
His eyes light up. "Fuck, yeah."
"Okay. I'm close. I'm close. Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuuuuuck!"
My ass hikes off the chair as cum seeps into and through the material of my underwear. Buzz doesn't take his eyes off me for even a second.
"That was so hot," he says when I sink back down and lift my hand.
White gooey cum is webbed between my fingers. "I, uh, should probably clean up. Did you want to…?" I point toward his dick.
He shakes his head. "No, I'm okay."
31
Buzz
I'm curled up on the coach, nursing my second cup of coffee and watching the snow fall outside, reflecting on last night.
Despite not coming myself—heck, despite neither of us getting all the way naked—it was the single hottest sexual experience of my life. There's something aboutnothaving seen Court fully naked that is such a turn-on.
Not because I don't want to see him fully naked at some stage, but I've always liked leaving something to the imagination. My love of the underwear section of shop catalogs extended into not ever really getting into hardcore porn as a grown man. Once you see it all, it's game over. But until then, the anticipation and buildup is nothing short of delicious.
I take a slow sip and let the warmth of the mug seep into my fingers.
But we did cross a line last night. A pretty major one. And I pray it hasn't damaged our friendship.
