This incredible piece about watching him touch his cock in bed in the dead of night is written by David of The Big Gay Review, and it is read aloud here by Luke.
I was awoken by the gentle trembling of the bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the bedroom, I looked over to his side. What I saw was not what I was expecting. I lay there in complete silence as I observed the scene.
I could make out the silhouette of his body, arched, in the throes of intense pleasure. His head was pressed back into the pillow, and he was quietly moaning. I could make out his fist, clenched tightly around his cock, as he stroked it deliberately, firmly. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I lay there completely still. But already, I could feel my own cock stirring.
I let out a soft cough, and the bedside light switched on. He looked over at me, with a smile on his face. His cock was twitching, glistening. I went to speak, but he pressed his finger to my lips. I could taste him. He simply went back to stroking his cock, but this time, he was angled so I could see everything. I pulled the duvet away so I could expose myself. He looked at the bulge in my boxers, that were struggling to contain my excitement. He smiled, and gestured for me to remove them. I did so, without taking my eyes off him.
As my own cock burst free, he let out a deep moan, but said nothing. I lay back, and began to stroke myself. The only sound I could hear was our breathing intertwined with the occasional groan of pleasure. And yet, still not a word was said; but our attention was focused solely on each other. I wanted to reach out and grab him. I made to do so, but he pushed my hand away, and gently shook his head.
I could see he was getting close. Beads of sweat were forming on his brow, and his stroke had become faster, more intense. His other hand was clutching at the sheet. I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, timing my strokes with his. I decided to move position. I turned myself around and lay at the foot of the bed, so I could look directly into his eyes. Our legs, entwined together.
And still, silence. I could feel myself getting closer to the brink. And I could tell he was too. He looked at me, and softly nodded his head. It was time. I got on my knees and moved in between his legs. I pressed my cock against his, and then gripped them together. And I began to stroke.
Both cocks in one hand, together.
He arched his back, and tilted his head right back, and at that moment, I could feel his warm load in my hand. It was all I needed to push me over the edge, and I came all over his cock and his stomach. And still, silence.
I leaned in close, and kissed him on his lips. Again, I opened my mouth to speak, and he placed his finger on my lips again and smiled. I collapsed next to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. It was wet, and sticky but I didn’t care. He pulled me close and nuzzled his face into my neck. The only sound was our breathing. And with a smile on my face, I closed my eyes…
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