Page 106 of Icing on the Cake

My cock twitches under his heated stare and spurts out a healthy dollop of precome.

“It’s so…”

“Big?” I finish for him. “Yeah. I’ve been told.”

He steps closer and hovers his hand over it. “Can I?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” I quip.

Elliot shoots me a dirty look, and I know I’ll pay for that later.

“MayI?”

My mouth goes dry. No one has touched me intimately before. How will it feel? How will I respond? Will I immediately cream my pants, or can I hold out for a while longer? Because, holy snickers, I really need to nut. “Yes, please.”

Elliot cups my erection, and I groan. His nimble fingers explore every inch of my penis, from the leaking head and the sensitive spot under the shaft to where the shaft meets my balls.

“How big is it?”

Most guys tend to lie about their size to impress their partners. But I know Elliot will sniff it out if I do. So, through gritted teeth, I answer him honestly. “Eight and a half inches.”

Surprised, Elliot grips my cock, and my eyes cross. I buck my hips in a silent plea for him to use more of his hand, more of his fingers, more of his everything.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying the control he has over my reactions. “You’re so responsive. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already leaking like a faucet.”

Since I’ve already been honest about my measurement, I might as well be about the other stuff, too. “I’ve always been a leaker. Always been a shooter, too.”

Elliot hums, pleased. He grips me more firmly and strokes me through my pants with long, slow pulls. The fabric, now damp and clinging to my penis, creates the best kind of friction.

“I need more,” I all but whine.

“More what, Gerard? I need you totell mewhat you want. Use yourwords.”

I swallow hard before croaking out, “Touch me, Elliot. Please. I want your hand on my dick.”

At first, I fear he’s going to refuse. But then he tugs my pants down to my ankles and frees my aching cock. It springs up, slapping against my stomach and leaving a smear of precome on my jersey.

Elliot stares in awe. “Holy fuck. Gerard, you’remassive.”

I preen.I’m a guy—sue me.

His fingers wrap around my bare cock, and I become putty in his hand. I thought I knew how to masturbate, but my goodness, what Elliot is doing makes me question everything.

He twists his wrist on every upstroke, and I let out the strangest gurgle. His thumb swipes over the sensitive head, and my toes curl. His fingers get lost in the thick bush of pubes, and it tickles, only heightening the pleasure.

Everything Elliot is doing to me is absolute heaven. I don’t want it to end. I want him to keep stroking me until the day I die. Yet, all too soon, that familiar tightening in my balls makes itself known.

“Your balls are massive, Gerard,” he says as he cups them in his small hand, making me gasp.

I glance down and realize he’s right. I’ve never given much thought to their size.They’ve always just been there, chilling out with my penis.

“Elliot,” I hiss, thumping my head on the door. “I’m gonna…”

“Do it, Gerard. Come for me.”

My whole body tenses as the orgasm crashes over me. A guttural groan that sounds more animal than human rips from my throat. Pleasure explodes through every nerve ending, setting me ablaze from the inside out as my cock pulses in Elliot’s firm grip.

Elliot gasps in surprise as the first thick,creamy rope erupts and splatters loudly on the hardwood floor. The sound of my load hitting the floor, accompanied by the slick, wet noises of Elliot’s hand working my shaft, only intensifies the sensations racking my body.

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