I could hear his breathing in my ear, also a bit ragged. His breath stopped, and I could tell he was holding it as his fingers wrapped around my cock.
I groaned out loud, squirming in his grasp. His free arm wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me tightly against him, pinning me down against his
chiseled body. I, personally, had no complaints.
He started to pump me. At first, his motions were slow, nervous, drawing out each one of my jagged moans. Each downward stroke would cause a surge of
electricity to fire through my veins. My hands reached behind me, gripping desperately at his pants, holding on for dear life as the water continue to
Suddenly, his pumps became more deliberate. His palm squeezed my shaft tighter, his strokes faster. I rocked my hips about, pressing myself into my
hands. "Oh… ohgod…" I muttered, feeling the tightness in my balls and the pressure build up inside me. His hands were skilled, twisting and
tugging expertly. He had, after all, had 3 years of practice on himself.
Asher could tell I was close. He leaned over and took my ear between his teeth, giving it a gently nip. I was struggling to hold on, wriggling against
him. The harder I squirmed, the tighter he held me down and the faster his hand became.
"Cum for me," I heard his whisper, as if he had not meant to say it outloud. That's all it took. He mixture of his hand working away at my crotch, his
teeth in my ear, and the sultry jolt of his words shoved me over the edge.
I cried out loudly, spilling rope after rope of thick white seaman into his hand. I was on cloud nine, lava flowing through my blood, my head spinning.
My legs gave out, and it was only Asher's powerful arms holding me up.
He held me up for a few minutes as I struggled to catch my breath. My mind was still racing: Did Asher really just jerk me off? I trembled as his hands
slide from overwhelmed body, and in a moment, he was gone.
I stayed in the shower for a bit longer, trying to wrap my head around everything that happened. There was evidence of it everywhere: the cum still
sliding down the drain, my pressure of his teeth resonating against my ear, the quarter opened curtains. It all still felt like a dream anyways.
The pleasure Asher had given me still lingered in my chest, and I fumbled as I reached for the towel. What did this all mean? Was he going to be my
boyfriend? Would I get to touch him, now? That thought made me blush and giggle. God damnit, I was turning into a school girl now.
I rode my cloud to my room, where Asher was just coming out of the door. I blushed again as I caught his eye. I bit my lower lip, leaning against the
wall, towel wrapped around my waist.
"I need to tell you something, Quincy." Asher stood up, the duffle he brought the previous day slung over his shoulder. The gorgeous boy saying my name
caused my heart to leap, and I smiled at him, the air around my swirling with joy and possibility. It was then Asher's perfect cherry lips parted and
said six words that ripped the cloud out from under my and crushed my soul into tiny, unfixable pieces.
"I can't be your friend anymore."
Thus ends part 3! Expect part 4 tome come out soon. I've received many great responses! I love reading what people have to say and try to respond to
every email I get. I've already started part 4. As far as sex scenes go, expect Quincy and Asher to have actual sex in part 5. Okay, cool. Lova ya'll!