34. Lucas #2
He pulled my shirt off, leaving me naked. He still had his briefs and socks on. “Lay on your stomach.”
I flipped over and watched him go over to the bedside table, open the drawer, and pull a bottle out. I adjusted my hardening dick, so it pointed towards my belly button and lay there in anticipation of Cam’s touch.
Holy fucking hell.
Cam had improved a lot.
“You okay?” Cam asked.
“Yeah. Why?”
“You’ve been moaning for a few minutes. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t painful.”
Apparently, I was moaning.
“Uh...no. It’s amazing actually.”
“Not gonna lie. I love touching you, but this is the least professional massage I’ve ever given.”
“I kind of assumed you didn’t finger the players’ assholes.” I turned my head to the side, trying to make eye contact. “At least, I hope not.”
“No, I do not. They aren’t usually bare-ass naked and on a bed either.”
As his hands swept over my ass again, I couldn’t help but grind my dick into the bed. I knew he’d see my cheeks clench, but I didn’t care. I already knew I was leaking. He probably was too.
“You wanna turn over now?”
I quickly flipped, almost throwing him off me. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Cam laughed, and sure enough, I could see his massive dick tenting his briefs. The wet spot was so significant, I could see his head through the fabric.
“Someone’s happy,” he said.
“Look who’s talking,” Cam replied, giving my hard dick a playful caress.
Cam spent the next ten minutes touching every part of my body but my dick. It was exquisite, but it was torture. I was practically dry-humping the air when he finally caved and touched it.
I couldn’t help but say, “Fucking finally.”
With the first stroke, I bucked up into his hand.
“Not sure how close you are, but I won’t be able to nap unless I cum too,” Cam said. “Wanna help me out?”
Despite my overwhelming desire to just lay there and let him work a load out of me, I wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to stroke one out of the man I loved.
“At the same time?”
Cam nodded.
I pushed myself up onto my knees and watched as Cam pulled his socks and briefs off before joining me on the bed. We faced each other, our lips meeting for a few seconds before our hands found their targets.
We alternated between jacking ourselves and each other. Sometimes we made out for a minute or two, our strokes slowing down. Other times, we just leaned into each other, our breaths intensifying as we tried to sync our movements.
Cam pulled his forehead off my shoulder to whisper, “I’m close.”
I was there, too. I grabbed my shirt and quickly spread it out between us.
“Thanks, tiger.”
His hand stroked faster and squeezed harder. He was close. So was I. I let go of his hip and pulled down on my balls, tightening the skin on my shaft. The sensitivity increased as Cam’s hand continued stroking.
Cam’s hand let go of my neck and joined mine on his dick. It was large enough for the both of us and he matched my strokes. Our hands slippery with the massage oil.
“Fuck, Luke. Fuck,” Cam said. “I’m cumming!”
The first spurt crossed the gap between us and landed on my stomach. The second and third coated my hand and dick and that was all it took for me to unload.
“Same!” I managed to get out as I bucked with each intense jet of cum.
I had to push his hand away from my dick as it got sensitive post-orgasm. His was never like that. I was still holding onto it as it softened. I enjoyed doing that, and Cam had never complained.
Cam sighed.
“What?” I asked.
“I wish I knew what it felt like to have a foreskin.”
“Well, I’m not sure how to describe it. I don’t know what it’s like to not have one.”
Cam laughed. “I know. It’s just so different from mine.”
“It’s not that different. I just pull back the skin and it looks like yours.”
“True, but still...”
“Hey, I have no complaints about yours. Come here.”
Cam moved closer.
“Hold your dick straight towards mine.”
As soon as I said that, it stopped softening. I inched closer to him, holding my foreskin with each hand, stretching it. Cam figured out what I was doing.
“That’s right. Stick it in there.”
Cam pushed his dick inside my foreskin. I could only stretch it about an inch from my head, so it’s not like he went in very far, but I hoped it would give him an idea. Once his dick was as far as he could stick it, I told him to stroke himself as I held the skin in place.
“Oh fuck, that feels...different.”
“In a good way?” I asked.
Cam nodded. “Thanks for that,” he said, letting his dick slip out of the sheath I had created. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Don’t say that. You were curious. And trust me, I’ve wondered about it too.
Most guys are cut and go out of their way to point out I’m different.
I hated being the only uncut guy in the locker room growing up.
Here I was, trying to not look at other guys’ dicks for fear of outing myself, and they were apparently free to look at mine and make fun of it. ”
“Your dick-” Cam said, pulling me close to him, our sticky bellies meeting, “-is amazing.”
“You should never question yours, either. It does the job, and then some.”
“It’s settled then. Both our dicks are perfect.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled back. “Well, yeah. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Nah, just wipe off with my briefs and let’s crash.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”
“What?”
“You always want to get clean once we’ve cum everywhere.”
“Well, I guess...not today. Today, I want to snuggle first and shower later.”
I wasn’t going to complain.
I wiped the cum off my stomach and dick as best I could with his briefs. Cam found his shirt and did the same before crawling under the covers.
I joined him, but only after setting an alarm for later.
We had eaten all the pizzas and were ready to leave, dressed in our official closing ceremony outfits - navy Chuck Taylors, white pants, and a white polo with USA on the front and an American flag on the back.
Cam looked good. They had fitted each of us for the outfit, but that was a few weeks ago. Apparently, Cam had packed on some additional muscle because I could see the outlines of his body underneath the shirt.
“What?”
“You look good,” I said.
Cam blushed.
“Y’all ready? We’re fixin’ to head down to the shuttle. It’s here.”
“Yeah, let me just text my mom.”