30
Courtland
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs to take them off.
"Don't."
Buzz stops me in my tracks, his voice gravel-thick and low.
"Keep 'em on but keep touching yourself."
"Uh, okay."
My heart is pounding so hard I can feel the drumbeat in my throat, my mind struggling to process how a normal, run-of-the-mill Thursday-night dinner turned into this.
I for sure thought something bad had happened at work.
From the moment he stepped into the apartment, he seemed frazzled. I was relieved nothing bad had happened, and when he confessed he got sprung jerking off over me, it stirred a fire that's been burning inside of me for so many years.
It doesn't mean he loves me. It doesn't mean he wants to be with me. But it does confirm there is a physical attraction between us.
And for now, I'll grab that…with both hands.
I play with my cock and balls through the material of my briefs, which only makes me leak even more. Buzz is transfixed. His arms have fallen to his sides, which is kind of a shame since I was enjoying the gun show, but I get that it's a weird position to hold for long.
Unlike me rubbing myself at the dining table. Nothing weird about that at all.
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 of a 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."