“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.
Good! thought Luigi. It’s getting better. He’s getting better.
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