Page 50 of Shift Change

Relief washed over me, but my heart still pounded. “You were too, and I loved it.”

He turned onto his back, and I reached for the water bottle on the nightstand. I took a sip, then offered it to him. After he drank, he set it aside and laid back with a moan.

“I never came so fucking hard in my life as I did last night,” he said. “Bothtimes.”

I smiled and lay down beside him. “Same.”

We grew quiet and let the moment hold us. His hand found mine, and our fingers tangled. The room was heavy with the smell of what we’d done—our cum, our sweat, our breath. Everything in the air was us.

I rolled onto my side, and my dick got harder. I ran a finger up Nate’s shaft.

He smirked. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I laughed. “Can’t stop thinking about you. How can I with you lying there like that?”

“Same.” He glanced at my dick and chuckled. “Looks like we’re both ready to go. What should we do this time?”

“Hm.” I made a show of thinking it over, like I hadn’t already been. “We talked about jerking off, but we haven’t done it yet.”

He bounced his eyebrows. “Why are we wasting time, then?”

We sat against the headboard and positioned ourselves with our shoulders pressed together and our legs stretched out in front of us.

“Jesus,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around my cock. “After last night, I don’t know how I still have anything left.”

“Shut up and stroke it,” he said, already palming himself and watching me.

We started with slow, lazy pulls. My hand slid up and down, pausing at the top to spread the precum around and work it in. Nate was doing the same, and the sound alone was filthy.

“Your cock should play hockey, Dog. He’s a real warrior.”

“Like yours fucking isn’t?”

“They should make their own team, the Cock Warriors.”

“I think they already did. Yours is the captain.”

He snorted. “Does that make yours the goalie?”

“Fuck no. He doesn’t want to stop any of your shots.”

We laughed, then grew quiet again as we upped the tempo. I jerked with my right hand and used my left to play with my balls. Nate noticed and did the same. Without trying, we synced—jerking at the same speed, down and up several times, followed by a pause to play with our precum.

“When did you start jacking off?” he asked.

“Twelve. Don’t think I’ve missed five days since. How about you?”

“I was twelve too. I’d been playing with it for a while, but nothing ever happened. Then one day, it felt a lot better than it had been, and I shot everywhere. Surprised me so much I yelled.”

“Fuck. Somebody hear you?”

“No, thank God I was home alone.” He stopped jerking long enough to spit in his hand, then switched to a backhand grip. That had never worked for me, but judging from the way he moaned, he loved it.

He was sweating, and his face was flushed and slack with pleasure. His mouth hung open, and his breath caught every few strokes.

“You like watching me jerk it?” he asked.

“Fuck yes. You’re gorgeous like this, all spread out for me.”

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