Page 8 of Strictly Curious
In what was probably another moment of poor decision making I moved against him, pressing my ass into him. His hold tightened, and he groaned softly, the rush of air stirring the hairs at the back of my neck.
He was so hard. It honestly wasn’t the first time I’d woken up with him wrapped around me and sporting wood. I’d never been weirded out by it, and maybe that should have been my first clue, but this was the first time I wanted to act on having it there.
Just as suddenly his arm around me moved, gripping my hip with his hand to hold me in place, preventing me from wiggling against him any further. “Shit, Tyler. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I groaned because he was awake, and my fun was done. He’d made it clear last night that this wasn’t something he was willing to explore. I wanted to change his mind because he was the only person I trusted with my curiosity.
“You’re hard,” I said, stating the obvious.
He grunted when I tried to push into him again. “No shit, normal male response. I was plastered against you all night.” He released my hip, and I turned to face him.
“You won’t let me help you with it?” I meant it. I’d do it if he’d let me. The desire to put my hands on him was strong. I wanted to see how different his cock felt from my own, how heavy it’d feel in my hand, see the skin stretched tight around the length. Whoa… what the hell?
His eyes were hooded with sleep and his brown curls were a mess, making me want to run my fingers through them. His full lips were parted open, and staring at them had me remembering my attempt at kissing him last night. They’d been soft yet firm. Not like how Maisy and I used to kiss. The scruff on his face did weird things to me, and I wanted to feel more of it. How strange since I never thought about Garrett like this, not until I saw Toby sucking him off. My view of him completely changed. Now all I saw was a need to explore with him. What would it feel like to touch a guy? Have sex with a guy? More importantly, how would it feel to be with Garrett that way? I couldn’t get these lustful thoughts and curious needs out of my head.
He chewed his lip and rolled onto his back, the way his erection tented his shorts was borderline comical. “It’s a bad idea, Tyler. We talked about this.”
I nodded. I knew he’d turn me down, but I had another idea. “Can I see you?”
His eyebrows shot to his hairline, and he turned his head back toward me. “What do you mean, can you see me?”
Feeling brave again, and maybe extra stupid, I flopped onto my back. Garrett watched me with interest as I trailed my fingers across the T-shirt I’d worn to bed. They crept lower until I reached the hem of my sweatpants. I tugged gently, pulling them down enough to expose a small patch of pubic hair, and slipping my hand inside.
“I want to see you,” I groaned as I gave my dick a squeeze. I’d been hard since I’d felt him pressed up against my ass.
Garrett’s eyes pinched closed as he turned his face to the ceiling again. “Fuck, Ty…”
“You don’t have to touch me, and I won’t touch you. I just want to see you touch yourself. I’ll show you how I touch myself too.” This was wrong. I knew it was. I was pushing him so far out of his comfort zone, but yesterday had awoken something in me.
“Shit,” was all he said before he grasped the waist of his shorts and shoved them down. They sat mid-thigh and his cock stood hard and proud from his body. The small patch of pubes at his base was trimmed and neat. He was long and had a good girth to him. I’d never considered another guy’s dick like this before, but it made my mouth water just looking at him.
His hand wrapped around his length and he let out a shuddery breath before he looked over at me. His cheeks were pink, and he licked his lips and watched me, not doing a damn thing further. I knew what he was waiting for and all my former bravado escaped me.
I wasn’t as impressive as him. I liked to think I had a nice dick, but mine wasn’t anywhere near as big as his. It still did its job, and it was proportionate to my size, but would he think less of me for being smaller? Toby hadn’t been very small, either.
Now wasn’t the time to let my insecurities get the best of me. I was getting what I asked for. My stepbrother was going to let me watch him pleasure himself, in exchange to see me do the same. Guys did this right? He’d mentioned mutual hand jobs. Maybe that required actually touching each other and not what we were about to do.
Faking all the confidence I didn’t have, I pulled my hand out of my sweats and pushed them down, exposing myself. My cock sprung free, and Garrett’s eyes widened as I wrapped my hand around myself just as he had and gave him a nod. A weird “Let’s do this.”
Garrett grunted as his hand slowly worked up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip to swipe the pre-cum that gathered there. I was so distracted by what was happening in front of me I almost forgot I was supposed to be doing this as well. He nodded his chin at me to show that I should get going.
Drawing a shaking breath, my hand moved. I slowly matched his pace, the friction was almost uncomfortable, however. It looked like he was a leaker, whereas I didn’t produce a lot of pre-cum. I let go for a moment, spitting into my palm, working my saliva over my dick. It lessened the friction a bit, but this would be so much better with lube. I had some stashed strategically in the back of my bedside drawer, but I wasn’t sure about grabbing it with him watching.
It was common knowledge that dudes jerked off. We all did, and if someone tried to say that we didn’t, they were lying. This was already intense, having him watch me as I watched him.
Gritting my teeth I gave in, sitting up and yanking the drawer open. I stuck my hand in the back and pulled out the small bottle and popped open the cap. I drizzled it over me, stroking it over my length. I dropped it on the bed, laying back again. Garrett’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
He scooted closer and my breath hitched. What the hell was he doing? This whole no touching each other thing had been his idea.
He grabbed the bottle, snapping the lid closed and tossing it to the foot of the bed. On his next upstroke, he gathered more pre-cum before his hand left his dick entirely and I watched in awe as he reached over and swatted my hand out of the way.
“Oh, sweet, Jesus,” I gasped as his warm hand wrapped around me. The knowledge that his pre-cum accompanied that hand made my head spin. It shouldn’t be hot, but God, I didn’t want him to stop touching me. I watched as the pink, swollen head of my dick popped in and out of his fist as he worked his hand up and down. This wouldn’t last much longer.
It all ended so fast and without much warning. I didn’t have time to warn Garrett properly. All I got out was a strangled, garbled cry. My balls drew up, and I felt a tingle race up my spine and I gasped as stream after stream of hot cum spilled over his fist. Had that really happened? I stared at his hand around me as he continued to milk me. I looked over to find that he’d continued to stroke himself.
He shuddered as his release hit him and I watched in amazement as he came against my sheets. This wasn’t like the handjob I remembered getting from my ex-girlfriend. This had been so much better, so much hotter.
So much for not touching.
