Neither of us talked as he knelt in front of me stroking my cock. I didn’t think anything was going to happen when he first started, but after a little while, actually just a few strokes, I could feel my blood start to flow and my dick lengthen in his hand.
He looked up at me and smiled. I looked away.
He kept up his stroking and didn’t need any more spit. My pre-cum was soon lube enough. It was flowing freely from my cockhead, making his hand feel like silk as it stroked the full length of my now rock hard cock.
Now I had to look. This felt so incredible. Every inch of my big cock was alive with the strange action it was getting. I could see my cockhead smiling atop my tower of manmeat. Justin was smiling, too. Stroking long and easy. Up and down. Sliding in my oozing pre-cum. Keeping me close to the edge. Getting ready to pop my nut. He was making my whole body go limp as all my blood flowed into my cock. This did feel so much better than when I beat my own meat. He wasn’t jerking me off. He was caressing my cock long and slow. My cock seemed to fit better in his palm than mine. And it certainly felt better, bigger, hotter, harder in his palm. Why couldn’t it feel this way all the time? Ohhhh!
Even though I had just blown a huge load on Justin’s scooter and, I couldn’t forget, on Justin’s ass, I could feel the urges rising in my groin. My nuts were tightening.
“It won’t be long now,” I said in almost a whisper, my stomach tightening so much it was hard to talk, to even breath.
“I know,” he said softly, his face so close to my cock I could feel his warm breath on my cockhead. He quickened his pace, giving special attention to my cockhead.
Pre-cum was dripping off my balls and spotting the floor below. I couldn’t worry about the mess, I was feeling nothing but pleasure. Justin now had two hands wrapped tight around my aching eight inches and was stroking me faster and faster.
I gasped and instinctively reached for his head to steady myself. And then I started to cum. It was huge again. The first shot rose two or even three inches straight up. I could feel its release from my cockhead and at the same time Justin’s hands still pumping me. Pumping me for more. More of my hot cum.
Cum was flowing from my cock. I watched as Justin’s strokes slowed and my warm, creamy cum covered his fingers. Thick globs of cum dribbled down my cockshaft and my balls. Strings of sticky cum dripped down my legs. I came so much, some just splashed to the floor. It felt so good. Smelled so good. God, I was drained.
“Feel good?” Justin asked. He got up and absent-mindedly wiped his cum-covered hands on his abs and chest as though he did this every day.
“Oh, god, yeah.” I had to sit down, not even realizing at first that I was getting cum all over Justin’s bedcover.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock, comparing that feel to how Justin’s warm hands had felt. There was no comparison.
“Justin,” his mother called. “Are you up there?”
It snapped me out of my daze and back to the moment.
(An exert from "I Thought I Knew" by HardReader)