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    “I… I’m touching my chest,” he said. “My nipples are hard already. I’m brushing my fingertips over them, and it makes me shiver. I can feel it in my… in my balls.” He flushed at the words spilling from his mouth, but that only made him more determined. “My cock is so hard already.” He pinched a nipple and moaned. “I’m pinching my nipples now. Not really hard, just a little. Feels so good.”
    “Sounds good too,” Cory replied. “Love hearing you like this.”
    Mikey moaned again and let one hand wander down from his chest to brush through the top of his pubic hair. “I want to touch myself so bad,” he murmured. “But I don’t want it to be over that fast. I want it to last.” He pinched a nipple again and spread his legs wide so he could slide his hand lower, to cup his balls.
    “You take your sweet time, baby.” Cory’s voice had gone raspy, the sound making Mikey shiver. “Just as slow or as fast as you want. Don’t worry about anything except what feels good.”
    Mikey did just that. He let go of everything and just felt.
    His hands moved as if he had no control over them, caressing and touching every sensitive spot, drawing out his arousal and ramping it up to a fever pitch. Cory’s voice washed over and through him, telling him how and where to touch himself, painting a picture of Cory’s own arousal, encouraging him to let Cory hear him. By the time Mikey went to work on his dick in earnest, jerking himself hard and fast, he’d lost any remaining hesitation on anything that came out of his mouth. Cory’s appreciative encouragement and his own need for release pushed everything else aside.
    “Oh God… oh God oh God oh… ahhh!”
    His climax barreled him over, sending him spinning, unable to tell top from bottom. If it weren’t for the distant awareness of the bed at his back, he’d be certain he was flying through the air, untethered from the world, surrounded by nothing but pure sensation.
    When he floated back down, sounds were coming from the phone speaker, and it took him a moment to resolve them into words. “… the hottest thing I’ve heard in ages. Jesus. Came so hard I think I broke something. Wish I was there to clean you up. With my tongue.”
    That made Mikey laugh, though it was a bad attempt considering he had barely caught his breath. “Wow,” he forced out, and Cory laughed in reply.
    “‘Wow’ only scratches the surface, honey.” Cory let out a breath. “I think we’re both gonna sleep well after that.”
    Mikey roused up a little. “Ugh. Was supposed to do homework tonight.”
    “It’ll still be there tomorrow,” Cory replied. “Or if you wake up at three in the morning, like I’m probably gonna do, because I’m about halfway to sleep already.”
    Mikey couldn’t argue. He did manage to grab the box of tissues and make a halfhearted attempt at cleanup, though he’d probably be scraping off dried-on cum in the shower later. Or in the morning, he thought, as he tossed aside the tissues and reached for his phone.
    “Gotta sleep now,” he murmured into the speaker.
    “Sweet dreams” came the reply.
    Seconds after the call ended, Mikey was asleep.

Chapter 3

     
    D ESPITE THE brave façade he’d put up for his friends over the weekend—the one they’d seen right through—Mikey’s hands shook as he pulled into a parking space outside the shining office building that housed Charles Day’s legal practice. He’d managed to distract himself for brief periods on Sunday with homework, but sleep had proved elusive the night before.
    With the car in park, he turned off the engine, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and forced himself to breathe—in and out, slow and deep.
    You did nothing wrong , he reminded himself. Tell the truth. Trust your friends to know what they’re doing. It will be fine.
    He still didn’t quite believe himself, but at least he felt like he could get out and go inside without shaking to pieces. Mr.