Page 58 of Out of the Storm

“Stop,” Jeff said, nudging Gary with his elbow. “Take off your pants.”

Maybe that had come out a bit more forcefully than Jeff had intended, but, well, whatever moved them forward.

“Okay.” Gary moved his hands to his waistband but then paused, exhaling a shaky breath. “Jeff, I’m really nervous.”

“Don’t be.” Jeff tapped Gary with his foot. “We’ll start small.”

“How small?”

Furrowing his brow, Jeff thought for a moment.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” Jeff finally said. “I’ll touch myself too.”

“Phew, yeah, okay, we can try that,” Gary said, his tone noticeably less anxious.

Jeff supposed he couldn’t blame him. Back when they’d first started having phone sex, Jeff had made it sound like he’d never be up for more than that. So, yeah, it made sense that this change was probably freaking Gary out a little.

“I’ll be fine, Gare. I want to try this. I want more with you.”

“Okay,” Gary said, and he smiled one of those perfect smiles of his, perking up a bit. “Great!” Once again, Gary started to removehis briefs but then stopped. “Ugh, this is embarrassing, but maybe I can run into the bathroom for some lotion first?”

Gary Goddamn Graham. Always something new with him.

Smirking, Jeff tapped Gary’s foot once more and said, “Adorable.”

“It’s not. It’s weird. It’s probably even weirder to someone like you since I see that you’re... intact... which is really hot, by the way. I mean, I love your penis. It’s... yeah, wow, it’s impressive, but, uhm, sorry, what was I saying?”

With a laugh, Jeff raised a teasing eyebrow. “Something about lotion?”

“Oh! Right! Okay, well, I know not everyone needs or even likes lubrication for, uh, self-play, but I come faster when I have it.” He let out an embarrassed-sounding groan. “Ah, shoot, I’m a real weirdo, aren’t I?”

“You’re not.” Jeff nudged Gary with his foot again, and Gary’s slightly reddened cheeks became even redder. “I want to see you, radio man. Take ’em off.”

After a short pause, Gary pushed his briefs to his knees, revealing his half-hard cock with the most beautiful pink tip. Jeff’s breath caught in his throat, and his own cock started to throb.

“Jesus, Gare.”

“Yeah?” Gary’s fingers brushed over his own cock. “I, well, you too, Jeffrey. I like the look of you too. I already said that, though, huh?” After a moment, Gary said, “So, uh, should I... uh... lotion?”

When Jeff opened his mouth to tell Gary to go find some, the strangest Goddamn idea popped into his head instead.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

Tentatively, Gary held out his hand, and then Jeff leaned over and spit into his palm.

“Holy hell, Jeffrey,” Gary spluttered. “I think that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He rubbed Jeff’s spit over his shaft. “Geez, I won’t last long. Not with that in my brain. Not when I know it’s your spit on my—” Stroking himself, Gary sucked in a breath, his eyes screwing shut. “Shoot, I-I mean, wow.”

Heat rushed to Jeff’s cheeks. How was it that Gary could somehow make him feel so much better about himself? Even now, even when they should have been touching each other? Somehow, Gary was making him feel like this pathetic excuse for intimacy wasn’t pathetic at all.

“You liked that?” Jeff asked, wrapping a hand around his length and starting to stroke.

“God, yes.”

Gary’s eyes locked with his, and they smiled at each other, both of them continuing to pleasure themselves. Christ, Gary was beautiful. After one more minute or so, Gary stopped stroking himself and held out his hand.

“Can I have a little more?”

Jeff’s stomach tumbled. “Yeah. Of course.” Jeff spit into Gary’s palm again, and Gary let out the most needy whimper, as though seeing Jeff unload that wad of spit was nearly enough to unravel him completely. “You’re so fucking cute, Gare.”

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