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daydreaming had prepared him for the tumult of emotions spiraling through him. His chest grew tight—as tight as his damn balls—and he had some idea of what it must be like to drown.
    Coming up for air, he snatched his mouth from Michael’s and thrust his hips forward. Shit, he wanted to rut, to get himself off by pressing his hard-on against Michael’s leg. Anything to have stimulation. “You said… You said you’d massage any part of me.”
    That had been his way of asking to be jerked off—he wasn’t as brave as Michael, couldn’t imagine saying it outright. Not yet. He pumped Michael’s cock faster, harder, hoping Michael got the gist of what he was after.
    “And I’ll stand by that,” Michael said. “But I need to get hold of you pretty quick because with you jacking me off like that? I’m not going to last long.”
    Michael freed Steven’s cock—blessed relief—and Steven stared down, watching how Michael’s cock fit in his hand. It was difficult to come to terms with the fact that his cock would fit in Michael’s hand any second—
    Now.
    “Christ. Almighty,” Steven managed before gritting his teeth at the near-painful spikes of pleasure that attacked his dick.
    The sight down there was awesome. Two hands curling around two cocks, working furiously. Their breaths and pants ensured that heat swarmed up between them, coating Steven’s face so that sweat popped out at his temples. Yeah, Michael had been right when he’d said this was hot. It was more than hot. Off-the-fucking-scale burning was what it was.
    “This is…” Michael shuddered, as though an intense wave of pleasure rolled through him. “Fuck, man, I’m going to come.”
    “Me too. Watch, Steven. Open your eyes and watch us come.”
    Where Michael got the courage to say that kind of thing Steven didn’t know, but man, he was glad Michael had it. Those words, what Michael had told him to do… So damn filthy. He’d never have looked if he hadn’t been given permission. The thought of doing what Michael had said had entered his own mind, but he’d resisted, thinking himself kinky for wanting to witness them jizzing.
    Steven glanced down again. While they jerked one another off, hands going so fast they appeared a blur, Steven’s balls throbbed. He was going to come any second, could feel it getting ready to jet up his dick and speed out.
    “Oh,” was all Steven got out.
    Extreme waves of ecstasy raided his cock and balls. His hips jerked, movements so sporadic it was as though his body didn’t belong to him. He let himself go, flew with the moment, and his spunk flew right with him, out of his cock and shooting upward. It fell, landing on the side of Michael’s hand, and fuck, Steven hadn’t seen anything so stunning in his whole life.
    “I’m…I’m going to blow too. Let my dick go.” Michael quickly pushed their cocks together then took hold of both, jamming his hands up then down.
    Another stream of cum left Steven at the same time Michael’s first jetted out. Cock against cock was heaven, the tight grip Michael had giving Steven the best jerking off of his life.
    “Oh, God,” Steven whispered. “I can’t stop coming. Ah, this…is…fucking…”
    He couldn’t finish. The power of his orgasm swept his mind of everything other than release. He had to snap his eyes shut—the intensity was too much, his eyelids too heavy. His balls emptied out string after string of jizz. He hung his head back, throat tight with suppressed emotion, and couldn’t tell Michael that he loved him now if he tried. But the words were there in his head—on his tongue too—waiting to be said when he’d come down from his high.
    Michael’s body spasmed and he grunted out a line of incoherent words. Steven peered through half-lidded eyes as the last ravages of his pleasure tingled in his dick and veins, lowering his head to see Michael watching him.
    “You look fucking hot when you come,” Michael said.
    Steven didn’t reply.