Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
With an almost pained moan, Jeremy arched his back and came so hard the world went gray around the edges.
He heard Reg hiss, “Yes, so hot,” right after him and glanced up in time to see him throw his head back as his expression turned to bliss.
As if in sympathy, Jeremy’s cock pulsed again, releasing another string of seed and making him gasp. “Holy shit,” he said breathlessly.
“Good?” Reg asked, sounding similarly strained. He was still moving the toy over his shaft, but the speed of his strokes had slowed. “’Cause it looked fun from here.”
“Yeah.” Jeremy nodded, his chest heaving as he tried to get air into his lungs. “It was good.”
“Told you.” Reg smiled and finally pulled the toy off, leaving his dick exposed.
Even with his arousal waning, it was impressive—thick and long with veins running up the sides, which Jeremy had an insane desire to trace with his finger. Or tongue. He was losing his mind.
“The Fleshlight’s the bomb,” Reg said.
The toy was great. No doubt about it. But Jeremy had the sense that it wouldn’t have been as enjoyable if he’d been doing it alone.
“Look at you,” Reg said tenderly. “You came, and two seconds later, your eyes are closing.”
“No, they’re not.”
“Uh-huh, right.” Without warning, Reg reached over and pulled the toy off Jeremy’s softening dick. “Use the towel to wipe yourself off while I clean these up.” He held up the Fleshlights. “Then we can go to bed.”
Reg was off the bed and walking into the bathroom before Jeremy could be embarrassed.
With his body boneless and sated, Jeremy couldn’t bring himself to freak out over what he’d just done. Besides, Reg didn’t seem the least bit bothered, so he shouldn’t either. His internal musings must have taken longer than he realized, because suddenly Reg was back.
“You didn’t get dressed,” Reg said as he stepped over to the bed. Before Jeremy could apologize and get his clothes, Reg pulled up the blanket and slid underneath. “Cool. I like sleeping naked better anyway.” He reached for the lamp. “You ready to get under here, or should I leave the light on?”
Whenever Reg shared Jeremy’s bed, which had been every single night since the first one over two months earlier, he didn’t sleep on the other side and let Jeremy occasionally bump their feet together or touch his hip. No. Unlike any of Jeremy’s previous bed partners, Reg scooped him close and wrapped his muscular body around Jeremy, holding him tightly all night. With them both naked, it’d be impossible to avoid contact with each other’s private parts, and Jeremy was sure that should revolt him, but for some reason it didn’t.
“Stop overthinking things and get under the covers, JJ.”
His body was moving before his mind had a chance to refuse, and the next thing Jeremy knew, the light was off and he was being held against Reg’s strong chest.
“Get some rest,” Reg whispered as he ran his fingers through Jeremy’s hair. “You’ve had a long day.”
“Reg?” Jeremy whispered after a few minutes. “You asleep?”
“Nuh-uh.” Reg skimmed his hand down Jeremy’s back. “What’s up?”
“What we did just now, was it weird?”
Reg shifted, and Jeremy’s bare balls slid across his thigh. He hadn’t thought their nights together could get more intimate, but they had. “What do you mean weird?” Reg asked.
“I don’t know.” Jeremy stroked over Reg’s bicep and up to his shoulder, where he knew from memory his tattoo started. “But I’m pretty certain most people don’t do that with their friends.”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
“So isn’t that weird?”
“Did you have a good time?” Reg asked.
“Yeah,” Jeremy answered without hesitation.
“Me too. I got off hard. Looked like you did too.” He shrugged. “Why does anything else matter?”
It didn’t. “It doesn’t,” Jeremy admitted.
“Good.” Reg chuckled. “Because I totally want to do that again.”
Feeling his dick fill at the mere prospect of repeating that evening’s activity and knowing there was no way to hide it with it pressed against Reg’s hip, Jeremy reached for a topic change. “I don’t think I’ve ever asked about your tattoo. Does it mean anything?”
“Nah. I’m not that deep. I wanted a tat, so I sketched this out. It’s just lines and shapes, but I thought it looked cool, so I had it inked. Started with my shoulder and then added on a couple more times ’til I got to my wrist.”
“It looks good,” Jeremy said, tracing his finger over Reg’s arm. “Are you going to have more done?”
“Maybe. Depends if the urge strikes.”
Jeremy smiled. “That’s one of the things that amazes me about you.”
“My tattoo amazes you?”
“No.” Jeremy hugged Reg. “The way you’re so relaxed about everything. You never get angry or hysterical. You just take things as they come.”
“There’s no other way to take them,” Reg said as he petted Jeremy’s nape and back. “Getting angry won’t change anything.”