7. Camden #3
I held my hand out. Luke placed the lube packet in it. “Good boy.”
He wiggled on the bench, happily. “I like where this is going.”
His dick wasn’t as long as mine, but it was thicker. “Let me know if I do anything wrong.”
“It’s a dick, Cam, not a computer. Up, down, up, down.” He demonstrated by stroking his dick.
I blushed. “I know...it’s just…”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “I know you don’t have a lot of experience.
That doesn’t matter to me. You’ll do great.
If I need you to do something different, I’ll tell you.
Think of my foreskin as kind of a sex sleeve.
It feels good when it gets pulled back and then pushed back over the head.
The lube will be extra,” he said, looking down.
I could see a drop of precum glistening at the slit of his dick.
I knelt down, reached out and smeared it around the tip of his dick, ripping open the lube packet a moment later.
Water cascaded down my back and splashed onto where Luke was sitting.
I squirted some of the lube into my hand and started coating his dick with it.
I had to admit the foreskin was fun to play with. I mean, I had a dick, thought I knew it pretty well, but Luke’s dick was extra. I could pull the skin all the way back, and I did, and then I could cover the head back up.
“Make sure you coat the head with lube next time you pull the skin back. It’s a little sensitive,” he said.
“Got it.” I emptied the rest of the packet into my hand and pulled his foreskin down, swirling the lube around his head at the same time. He hissed and bucked his hips up. I think he likes that. I started pumping again. He would buck every time my hand went down his shaft.
“You’re doing so good, Cam, but I don’t think I can cum like this.”
“Like what? Am I doing something wrong?”
“Uh, no...your hand feels great. I...uh…”
“Spit it out, Luke. Your dick is literally in my hand. You don’t have to be bashful. Though it is kind of cute.”
He blurted, “I usually jerk off standing or kneeling. It’s kind of hard for me while sitting.”
“Oh. That’s it?” I said. “We can do that. Stand up. It’s probably good practice for me anyway, having you in a dominant position.”
“Yeah?”
I asked, “Can you put your arms behind your head for me? I know it’s silly…”
“It is not a problem, Cam,” he said, putting his arms behind his head.
“Jesus, that makes your body look even more incredible.” I moved closer to him, as I continued to jack him off, just slipping his skin back far enough with each forward stroke that my fingers would catch under his frenulum every time.
“If you keep this up, Cam, I’m going to cum on your-”
“Chest?” I asked. “Why do you think I moved closer?”
“Fuuuck,” Luke said as his cock erupted in my hand.
Jesus! The first spurt went over my shoulder, the next few landed on my face, and the rest was on my chest and hand as it dribbled out.
I kept pumping slowly. “Hold it, Cam,” he said, as he pushed my hand away.
“Too sensitive right now.” He exhaled loudly, finally opening his eyes, and smiled down at me.
He offered me a hand, and I took it, lifting myself up.
“Come here, handsome,” he said.
“I have cum all ov-”
“Don’t care.” And then he kissed me, and pulled me under the water, laughing. “That was amazing, thank you. And thank you for opening up to me.”
“Thank you for listening, Luke. I had a great time tonight.”
"Me too."
We finished washing up, toweled off, and went back to the bedroom.
“I guess I should head back to my room.”
“I definitely don’t want you to go, but we probably shouldn’t take any chances for your sake,” he said, grabbing my briefs. He knelt down and held them out.
“Oh, you’re going to dress me, huh?”
“Just want to take care of you, Cam,” he said, kissing me. He helped me into the rest of my clothes, threw his towel on the floor, and flopped onto his bed.
“Have a good night. Sleep well,” Luke said.
I stared longingly, and it took a lot for me to drag myself from his nakedness.
I leaned down and gave him one last kiss.
“You too, tiger.”
I opened the door quietly, checked the hallway, then tiptoed over to my door. Scanning the card, I slipped in and smiled, leaning against the door. I could definitely fall in love with him. I was nervous it would fall apart after I told him about Za-.
You can say it, Cam.
Zane.
But it didn’t. He was so sweet and understanding about it. I don’t know why I was surprised. I knew what kind of guy he was. I should’ve expected he would be respectful. My phone dinged.
Luke: You make it home okay?
Cam: Yeah, thanks for checking. ;)
Luke: I meant what I said. It means a lot that you trusted me with your story. I want you to know that I respect you. A lot. I’ve said it before, but this is all at your pace. Tell me what you want or need, and you got it. I’m having a lot of fun, but I definitely don’t want to hurt you.
Cam: That means a lot, Luke. I will be more open with you. I know I can trust you, and that’s why it feels so good for me too. Good night. ;-*
Luke: xoxo