“Your turn”, said Cody, reaching for Luigi’s hand and tugging him up off the floor.
He moved his head towards Luigi’s cock.
“No,” said Luigi. “I want a good schoolboy wire pull.” He grinned at Cody. “Use that lube. It’s pretty good.”
So Cody squirted some lube on his hand and, his eyes never leaving Luigi’s face, he cupped Luigi’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it, slowly and carefully. Luigi was right. Having Cody pull his wire, his hand slick and supple with lube, was special. He could have gazed at Cody’s flushed sweaty face for ever, but then Cody leaned in to kiss him, still stroking and caressing his cock. Cody had always been a good kisser—Luigi tried not to think of how much practice he’d had—and all Luigi could feel was the warm urgent mouth and its mobile tongue and the hot slippery hand which squeezed his penis. His pleasure built and built but still he hadn’t climaxed. Then Cody reached up with his other hand and twisted Luigi’s nipple. Luigi felt his prostate ache so intensely it was almost painful, and his jism jetted all over Cody’s face.
“Jeez, you’re good at that, Coads.”
Cody’s smile was gentle, but it reached his eyes.