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I hit send before I could overthink things. Control of my body had been handed over to the caveman that lived inside me.
SAM: Fuck, Benny… that’s really hot.
BENNY: You have me stroking right now.
SAM: I’m jerking too.
Holy shit. I briefly considered inviting him over. Not like he’d have to deal with any traffic on his way, but the caveman ceased hisugga uggaslong enough for me to hold back. This didn’t need to be rushed.
BENNY: Close your eyes. Imagine it’s my hand around your cock. Spit on it. Stroke faster.
My breaths came in faster bursts. I fisted my full balls, cock leaking what seemed like a river of precum. I don’t think I’d ever gotten this fucking wet before. What was Sam doing to me?
SAM: I’m honestly getting close.
BENNY: Good, so am I. Keep jerking yourself off.
SAM: I am. I’m so fucking hard.
God damnnnn, he wants me to melt.
BENNY: Me too. I’m using my precum as lube, you’ve got me dripping.
SAM: Oh fuck, Benny, you’re gonna make me bust.
I jerked off harder, feeling the precipice slam into me as I read his words. My toes curled and my legs stretched out, cum shooting out of my cock, hitting my chin and chest. Just behind me, I heard the muffled moans of someone experiencing the same exact pleasure I’d just been given.
Then, without me asking for anything, Sam sent a picture. It showed his flushed pink chest covered in cum.
SAM: You made me make a mess.
His photo was enough to keep me hard. I sent him a picture showing him just how messy he made me.
BENNY: We’re even then.
SAM: Haha guess so.
SAM: Thanks for keeping me entertained. Maybe coming back wasn’t such a bad idea after all ;)
I huffed out a laugh.
BENNY: Clearly it wasn’t. Alright, get some sleep. You have to be up at six with the rest of us.
SAM: Six?! I haven’t woken up that early in years.
BENNY: Well then welcome back, buddy.
SAM: Right. Six it is. Night.
I locked my phone and laid in bed for a while, both basking in the afterglow of such a great orgasm and questioning what the hell I was doing with my life. I’d been feeling like I was in a rut for a while now. Was this just me trying any way I could to break out of that? Was I asking to get hurt again? Or was this something entirely different? Could this be the beginning of something new?
Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to figure it out tonight.
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SAM
I wipedthe sweat off my brow with a corner of my already drenched T-shirt. Thankfully it was black, so I didn’t look like a splotchy and melting mess.
