Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Jude pumped himself slowly and Shawn watched the movement, matching it with his own hand on himself. When he dragged his gaze back to Jude’s face, their eyes met. Shawn’s cheeks heated and he looked away quickly, wondering what Jude could read in his expression. He felt vulnerable, exposed in more than just a physical way.
They jerked off for a couple of minutes in silence. The tension was already coiling tight in Shawn’s balls so he paced himself, careful not to take things too far.
“Are you ready for more?” Jude asked.
“I think so.”
Jude chuckled. “I was talking to the guys out there, actually. But good to know you’re on board, man.”
Fuck. Shawn’s toes curled with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
Jude pressed his knee against Shawn’s reassuringly. “Nothing to be sorry about,” he murmured quietly. Then he said in a louder voice, “So who wants to see me get Chris off? He said I can use my hands, and maybe my mouth. If you’d like to make that happen for him, we need more tips first.”
The chat box was going crazy now. It was impossible to keep up with the comments. But most of them seemed to be approving or complimentary. Shawn gave up trying to read them. Jude seemed to be in control of this, and he was the expert, after all.
“Okay, okay. I’ll get naked,” Jude said, presumably in reply to a comment. “You too, Chris?”
“Uh. Yeah.”
They raised their hips in tandem to slide off the rest of their clothes. Shawn glanced sideways to check out Jude again. Dark pubes, with heavy balls hanging below that amazing cock. He looked even better in the flesh than he did on camera.
By the time they settled back down, the tips had passed one hundred.
“So, it’s time to get hands-on. How are we gonna do this?” Jude asked.
Shawn snorted. “If you need me to show you, then you’re less experienced than I thought.” The bravado was to cover his nerves, which had ratcheted up at the thought of Jude touching him. It was a relief in a way, because the anxiety took the edge off his need to come. One of Shawn’s fears was of coming as soon as Jude laid a hand on him. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen while he was feeling so tense.
Jude gave a surprised huff of laughter. “Hey, less of the sass. I meant how we’re gonna work it so the guys at home get a good view.”
Shawn shrugged. “Like this works for now.”
“Okay, then. In that case, let me help you out with that.”
And with no further ado, Jude twisted around to sit cross-legged with his side to the camera. He reached for Shawn’s dick, batting Shawn’s hand away so he could curl his fingers around him and stroke.
Shawn felt it like a jolt of electricity. Not that it was very different to his own hand, but the sight of it, the knowledge that it was another guy’s hand on his cock was overwhelming. It felt good, shockingly good as Jude’s strong fingers and slightly calloused palm slid over his sensitive skin. The weirdest part, though, was how right it felt. Shawn had been expecting to feel something like guilt, or maybe shame, because he’d suppressed these desires for years. But nothing about this felt wrong. He clenched his fists where they lay resting on his thighs and bit his lip.
“Does that feel good?” Jude asked after a few strokes.
“Yeah,” Shawn managed, his voice a breathy gasp.
“How do you like it? Fast? Slow? Is this enough pressure?”
“Uh….” It was hard to think with Jude stroking him. “Like this is good. Slow—for now.”
Jude used his louder voice for the camera again. “I hope you guys at home are enjoying this. I can’t keep up with chat while I’m focusing on my mate here, so I’m sorry to neglect you. But I’m sure you can find ways of keeping yourselves occupied while you watch.” His tone turned intimate again. “Hey, dude. You okay there? If you bite that lip any harder, you’re gonna draw blood.”
Shawn laughed, amusement making him relax a little.
Jude stroked a little harder. “That’s better.”
But now that Shawn’s nerves were dissipating, his orgasm was already starting to build. He tried to fight it down, not wanting to admit he was embarrassingly close already.
But it was a battle he’d never win. “Stop!” he bit out, muscles tensing.
Jude froze, hand gripping tightly. “What’s up?”
“Just… getting close. I need you to slow down a little.”
“Yeah?”
Shawn glanced sideways and saw Jude’s smile. “There’s no need to look so smug about it.”
Jude’s grin widened. “Yeah. Well. Anyway, you’re in good hands. I’m an expert in delayed gratification. So just sit back and trust me. But tell me when you need a time out, okay?”
“Okay.” Shawn let his shoulders drop and uncurled his fists. He took a deep breath. “Carry on.”