Page 38 of Back Room Host

I had no choice but to adjust my penis. Of course, Juri noticed what I was doing, and I tried to awkwardly laugh off the situation.

“Sorry, someone seems to have a mind of its own.”

I would have expected Juri to laugh, but his already penetrating gaze became darker. Juri reclined both arms on the sofa backrest and sat even wider than before. My eyes fell on his crotch, which was also prominently filled.

Is that … an invitation?

The way he sat seemed to clearly present himself to me. And then he licked his lips and smiled suggestively.

Or is he just messing with me?

He is definitely up to something.

He looked at me as if I were his prey. Greedy and attentive. While doing so, he frivolously placed a hand on his chest and ran it over his stomach. Just before reaching the waistband, he hesitantly bit his lower lip. As he reached into his crotch, he opened his mouth and groaned silently. He kneaded his memberthrough his pants and excitedly titled his head back, his eyes fixated on me.

Fuck, he’s sexy!

I didn’t know where to look anymore. I wanted to see him massage his penis through his pants, but his dark gaze held me captive. I savored every second. Breathless, I sat there, feeling a tingling sensation all over my body and enjoying the show he was giving me.

He possessed a cunning demeanor that captivated me, clearly enjoying playing with me, though it didn't look like he was going to stop. With deliberate intent, he pushed it further, massaging his penis, running his other hand over his chest, up his neck, and through his hair again. It was all tousled now, which only made him even hotter. Throughout the whole time, his eyes were locked onto me, ablaze with desire, silently beckoning. Lustfully, he moved his lips, pushing his jaw forward.

Surrounded by utter darkness, the music dwindled into a distant hum, leaving only the faint echoes from the surrounding alcoves to fill my ears. Heat coursed through my veins, my pants feeling tight. I battled fiercely against the impulse to leap upon him, driven by the curiosity of what lay ahead, eager to see the extent of his willingness to proceed.

He opened his pants and slipped his hand inside.

Holy …!

Unable to contain my amusement, I ran a bewildered hand over my mouth before shaking my head. Juri responded with a lascivious grin, licking his hand before slipping it back into his pants. With an expression of pure indulgence, he surrendered to his desires, leisurely reclining as he revealed his toned stomach, illuminated by the dim light as if painted. Though not as muscular as me, the contours of his strength training were unmistakable.

My hand wandered into my crotch, and I massaged my hard-on. This elicited a reaction from Juri that I hadn’t expected. He lay down, rested his head on the wide armrest, and put one leg on the floor. He angled the other against the sofa backrest. Then he pulled down his pants a bit and freed his penis from the tightness. While he slowly and sensually stroked it with one hand, the other roamed over his naked stomach and chest.

I was mesmerized by him. When a sigh escaped him, I couldn’t control myself. I unbuttoned my pants and freed my erection. I straddled Juri, supported myself with both hands on the armrest next to his head, and leaned toward his face.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered.

I wasn’t lying on him yet, but I felt how he breathed heavily, and his chest rose and fell beneath me. I lowered my face and smelled his neck. A bitter and sweet scent of honey and vanilla filled my nose, raced through my bloodstream, and gathered in my center. A crackle ran through my body as our tips touched. And as I rubbed against him and felt his warmth on my belly, a chill ran down my spine. Juri stretched his neck as he touched my cock, pressing it against his. He massaged us together with both hands.

Fuck …

I lifted my head and searched for his gaze. When I found his lips and tried to kiss him, he turned his face away and let out a lustful sigh. I kissed his neck instead. While I continued to support myself with one hand on the armrest, I let the other roam. I had to touch him. I stroked his stomach and chest and played with the stud in his nipple. Then I leaned back a bit to lick his nipple. Juri exhaled and squirmed beneath me. But I missed his fingers on my cock, so I pushed my hips up again and pressed against him. This time, I held onto the armrest and took his hard-on in my hand.

And,God, did that feel good!

How could I have neglected this for so long?

I rubbed our two penises together, eliciting a moan from Juri. He thrust his chest forward and threw his head back, writhing beneath me and yearning for my touches.

Hunching over him, I sought his mouth, but once again, he turned his head away. He refused to kiss me—whatever the reason. But I was way too horny to dwell on that. Instead, I kissed his cheek, his neck, and his ear. Juri moaned, wrapped his arms around me, and clung to me. He repeatedly thrust his pelvis against mine, and I massaged our cocks faster and faster.

“Yes. Keep going like that,” he said, his face contorted in ecstasy.

I fixed my gaze upon him, unwilling to miss a single moment of his ecstasy, intensifying the pace of our shared pleasure. Unrestrained moans escaped my lips, beyond my control.

“I’m about to come,” he gasped. “Keep going…”

I was also steadily nearing climax, the wet sounds of our engorged cocks spurring each other on. Caught in a whirlwind of desire, there was only one thing I craved: to release. Upon him. Upon his flawless torso.

He threw his head back, showing me his beautiful neck, the masculine Adam’s apple, and his erotic lips. If I couldn’t kiss them, then I at least wanted to touch them. I stroked his cheek and ran my thumb over his lower lip. Juri kept his mouth open and let my thumb in. I touched his teeth and felt his tongue. Then I stroked his neck and gently wrapped my hand around his throat.

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