Page 70 of Topping the Jock
“Yes. It’s called the FleshJack Ice.” I popped open the lube and squeezed some into the sleeve, sticking my fingers down to make sure it coated the inside. The toy was transparent—like ice—which was supposed to add visual stimulation.
Monty watched my hand in fascination, and the twitching of his cock told me he liked what he saw. “Are you… gonna use that on me?”
Shit. His voice sounded so heavy and thick. Needy.
I replaced his hand with mine, stroking him. He sighed and rested back, a relaxed smile tugging at his lips. I only gave him a few strokes before placing the tip of his cock at the opening of the toy. I didn’t push down. I stayed in place.
Monty shuddered. “Oh shit. This isn’t going to be a fun time with a Fleshlight with a super-quick ending, is it? You’re gonna torture me first.”
“The journey is the best part,” I said, loving the quick rising and falling of his chest. He could’ve easily thrust his hips up and inserted himself into the toy, but he was giving me control. “I heard this one feels damn good too.”
“You haven’t used it yet?”
I shook my head. “I bought it for you.”
“Aw, Specks.” Monty flashed a lopsided grin. “I’m touched you—” He moaned as I pushed the toy down. “Fuck. That…” He swallowed hard. “That feels amazing. It’s cushioning every part of me, even gripping my base.”
“Oh yeah?” I slowly moved the Fleshlight up and down and watched his cock through the clear case.
He nodded, gripping the blanket under him with both hands. Slick, wet sounds filled the room as I jerked him with the toy. I alternated between fast strokes and slow ones, shallow ones that mainly focused on his tip, then deep ones that enveloped his whole cock all the way to his base. The sleeve was ribbed for pleasure, and given Monty’s euphoric expression I’d say it succeeded in that promise.
“Faster?” I asked.
“Hell yeah.”
Instead, I went slower.
He released a frustrated whimper and clawed harder at the blanket, angling his head back and exposing his sexy neck. “You’re killin’ me.”
“You’ll live,” I said.
Eventually, I gave him what he wanted and jerked him faster, the wet sounds increasing. Monty bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his moans at bay, but a few slipped through anyway.
“Don’t hold back,” I said. “I want to hear you.”
I was rewarded with a deep moan. Brown eyes peered at me through long dark lashes, filled with lust and yearning. A softness shone in them too.
“I’m close,” he said a while later, arching his back a little off the bed. I pulled off the toy. His slick cock slapped his lower abdomen, the tip swollen and pink. He hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck.”
“You need to come?”
Monty nodded. “But you’re not gonna let me yet, are you?”
I grinned and bent forward, licking the underside of his cock all the way to the tip. It pulsed beneath my tongue and twitched. He blew out a shaky breath and ran his fingers through my hair. Still so tender with me even when aching with need.
“Ready for more?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Bring it on, Specks.”
“Sure you won’t regret those words?”
He cocked a smile. “I can handle it.”
“Famous last words,” I said, then laughed when his eyes got big.
After adding more lube to the sleeve of the toy, I pushed it down again on him, nice and slow. His lips parted as a satisfied sigh escaped them. He watched me as I reached down with my other hand and unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down and freeing my cock. I stroked myself as I used the Fleshlight on him.
The sight of his dick through the crystal case, being softly cushioned as the toy glided up and down his slick shaft, aroused me even more. Soon, we were both groaning, thighs quaking.
