Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Jez picked up the TV rem ote, paused the film , and then m oved
closer to Mac so he could see the laptop screen better. Their thighs
touched, and the warm th of Mac’s leg, even through lay ers of clothing,
set Jez’s nerve endings alight.
There was an awkward silence as they started watching the action
on the screen. It was a straight-down-to-business kind of scene: no
distracting story line, backing m usic, or bad acting. There was sim ply a
sexy girl in office clothes and a guy in a suit kissing and undressing each
other. The only sounds were the rustle of their clothes and the wet noises
of kissing. Jez was aware of the sound of his own breath and of Mac next
to him . Neither of them m ade a m ove to do any thing, but Jez was
painfully turned on, and sitting here in uncom fortable silence, watching
porn and not j erking off, was getting seriously awkward. Som eone had to
get this party started, and as it had been Jez’s suggestion in the first place,
he figured Mac was probably waiting for him to m ake the first m ove, so
to speak.
The girl dropped to her knees, and the guy ’s dick was front and
centre on the screen. Porn-star huge, of course, and rock-hard. Jez finally
gave in to the need for friction and started to rub his erection through the
soft, stretchy fabric of his j ogging bottom s as the girl licked up the
underside, and the guy on the screen groaned appreciatively. He
im agined how it would feel to have som eone doing that to him . It had
been way too long: weeks… m onths, even.
Mac shifted next to him , his elbow bum ping Jez’s ribs as his hand
started to m ove over the bulge in his j eans. Jez snuck a quick glance
sideway s. That couldn’t be com fortable. Mac’s dick m ust be trapped
behind the zip if he was properly hard now.
“Fuck it.” Jez pulled his cock out of his trousers and started stroking in
earnest, nearly groaning with relief as his hand finally gripped and slid
exactly as he wanted it. He let his head fall back and bit his lip, and his
ey es fluttered closed for a m om ent before he opened them again to
watch the action as the guy on the screen got his dick worshipped.
Mac froze beside him , his arm stilling for a m om ent, but Jez ignored
him . There was no way he was going to stop now. His hand felt too good,
and Mac had had plenty of chances to duck out. If he wasn’t going to j oin
in, that was his problem . He could watch Jez getting off. Jez was past
caring.
The sound of Mac’s zip and the rustle of clothing cut through the fog
of Jez’s arousal. Jez couldn’t help his gaze sliding sideway s again. It was
natural curiosity to want to see what Mac looked like hard. He’d seen him
naked once or twice—in changing room s or the showers at the gy m
where they worked out together som etim es—and he knew Mac had a
nice-looking dick even when it was soft.
“Wow.” Jez stared in disbelief. Big Mac certainly earned his
nicknam e.
“What?”
“You’re hung like a donkey.” Jez stared, an uncom fortable m ix of
envy and arousal flaring in the pit of his belly.
“You’re supposed to be watching the porn, not m e,” Mac said, but he
sounded am used rather than uncom fortable and his hand m oved on his
cock, sliding slowly up and down, pulling the foreskin back to expose the
dark pink head.
“I’m j ust checking out the com petition.” Jez reluctantly tore his gaze
away and looked back at the screen, where the guy ’s rather less
fascinating cock was still getting worked over by the girl.
After that, they stopped talking. The silence was only punctuated by
the occasional m oan or “Yeah baby ” from the laptop, the rasp of their
own breathing, and the sound of skin-on-skin.
Jez was achingly aware of every part of him that was in contact
with Mac: the press of his thigh, the bum p of Mac’s elbow against his arm .
Jez couldn’t resist sneaking the occasional look sideway s. Mac’s dick was
fascinating in its thick perfection. The sound of Mac’s hand on it was
getting louder—sticky, wet sounds as he obviously got closer to com ing.
Jez was close, too, but he didn’t want to be distracted by his own orgasm .
He wanted to see Mac com e first.
Jez had no clue what was happening on the laptop screen any longer.
He was far too focused on Mac, on the sounds he was m aking and the
feel of his m ovem ents so close to Jez’s body. Even when he looked at the
screen, it could have been Match of the Day for all he cared. Finally Mac
gasped and stiffened, and Jez turned to watch as Mac cam e. Mac