Josh said, “If we were doing the science on me, I’d be starting the timer right now. But then again, I know what’s about to happen, and it gets me going every time.”
I rearranged myself a bit on the couch, gauging my hardness without touching or looking. The fullness was increasing, but I could tell I wasn’t totally hard. “Not yet,” I said.
As the woman’s cheek and tongue roamed over him, she also started to move the leg that was on top of him. Her knee was gliding across his crotch, back and forth, up and down. She seemed so focused on his chest, but I could only imagine what that friction down lower must have felt like. I felt a throb in my own cock at this, but it still wasn’t enough to start the timer. Meanwhile, the guy didn’t move his hands an inch, content to let her enjoy herself.
After another moment, the woman rolled completely on top of him, her knees straddling his waist. Earlier I had admired the fabric of her bikini top against her cleavage, and now I had a stellar view of her from the rear, especially with her legs parted so widely. The outside half of her butt was visible, beyond the limits of her bikini bottom, and I soaked in every second of her gently wiggling it on top of that dude.
There was another cut in the video, the chaise now visible from the side. And then the woman surprised me again. She scooted her body down, put the tips of her fingers in his waistband, and with one quick motion tugged his trunks down. He lifted his ass off the cushion, about the only action he’d taken since lying down, and in the next second his trunks were around his legs, his manhood out in the open. Still not a hint of hair anywhere below his neck.
A smile crossed her face, and she repositioned herself with her face at his crotch. He was still mostly soft, but she sucked him into her mouth like she was determined to change that. Finally this got a reaction out of him. His eyes closed again, and there were slight shifts in his head and arms, his body clearly enjoying this. There was still no indication that he had any intent to reciprocate.
“Right there,” Josh said, “is what does it for me. That hot, wet mouth on my soft cock. I can almost feel her tongue going around the head.”
The woman continued to make love to his cock with her mouth, and I was glued to the screen. “Um, yeah,” I said, still embarrassed about the subject matter despite how this couple had broadened our typical TV viewing. “You can start the timer now.” My rod was straining against my jeans now, unquestionably at full mast.
Josh laughed and tore his attention away from the action long enough to tap his phone a few times. “Done. Twenty minutes and counting.” He turned back to the screen and moaned as he watched. “God, I love this. When I’m soft, the whole thing fits in her mouth, at least for a minute until I stiffen up. I love having my whole entire cock inside her mouth. Don’t you love that?”
“Well, I’ve never had anything remotely like that happen to me.”
“Alex, you have to try it. It’s so hot. We have to get your cock inside someone’s mouth.”
“I mean, yeah, it’s freakishly hot. The timer wouldn’t be running if I didn’t think it looked fun.”
That got another half chuckle out of him. “It’s more than just fun, though.”
I said, “I honestly can’t understand how that guy is still partly soft when I’m about to bust out of my pants, and I’m not even there.”
“Just wait.”
The woman pulled her lips away from his cock and teased the tip with her tongue. She let her tongue move lower, circling all around the head and the top part of the shaft. It was clear the guy was enjoying himself now. His hips were moving around, and his breathing was deeper and quicker. And he was finally starting to look as hard as I was.
She moved one hand to the base of his shaft, then impaled it inside her mouth again. Since it was thicker and longer than before it wouldn’t go in as deep, but she made up for it by plunging it over and over, eight or ten times in a row, before pulling away and licking the tip again.
“God, she knows exactly how I like it,” said Josh.
As the blowjob continued, the guy started to take over more and more of the motion. His hips were moving almost imperceptibly at first, but after a minute he was the one thrusting in and out of her mouth, and she was staying mostly still. They had found a rhythm.
Out of the corner of my eye, movement caught my attention. I reluctantly turned away from the screen to see Josh’s palm rubbing the bulge in the front of his sweatpants in exactly the same rhythm as the couple on TV. Actually, his hips were moving as much as his hand was. Even though he was fully clothed, the sight of him actively masturbating forced my view straight ahead again, like a reflex. It seemed awkward that he was being so open about it, but I could definitely understand having an urge to touch.
I glanced part way back at him, trying to keep both him and the TV in my line of sight. He was deliberately matching the pace and movements of the guy on the screen, thrust for thrust. When the woman pulled off of him and the guy’s thrusting paused, Josh paused too. When she ran her tongue around the tip of his anxious cock, Josh ran a finger around what must have been his own tip, as near as I could tell under his baggy sweats.
I was sitting with my hands at my sides, acting like a statue even though I was throbbing inside my jeans. Seeing Josh play with himself was almost like permission for me to do the same. I moved my right hand away from my side and let two fingers run along the front of my jeans, right along the line of my cock. It was subtle, but it felt fantastic, and I did this over and over again while watching both the TV and my big brother.
Without turning away from the video or changing what he was doing, Josh said, “Feeling anything yet? Precum, I mean?”
“Um, I haven’t noticed any yet,” I said. “But it’s weird. Sometimes I don’t feel a drop but then I look down and I’m oozing. Other times I can feel it coming out.”
“Why don’t you open up your pants and see for sure.”
“Um, I don’t know.”
“They have to be off in-” he glanced down at his phone- “seventeen minutes to do the science. Might as well be comfortable until then.” The woman was using both hands to hold the guy’s crotch still, and she had her mouth over just the head of his dick, sliding him in and out only a half inch to stimulate the fleshy part at the base of the head. “Here,” Josh continued, “I’ll start.”
He stood up from the couch and peeled off his sweatpants, quickly pulling them off one leg first and then the other. The bulge at his crotch was much more clearly defined now that there was just one layer of thin fabric concealing it-dark red boxer briefs. He sat right back down on the couch and palmed the bulge like before. “Mmm,” he said, “this is so much better.”
I didn’t like the idea of taking off my pants in the front room of Josh’s house, but I was getting just turned on enough that my brain wasn’t very actively involved in decision making. I knew Josh was right that my fingers on my cock would feel so much better with my jeans out of the way. And I would still have on my underwear. With that I unbuttoned and unzipped the fly, then scrunched them down and off. My legs were scrawny and pale compared to Josh’s, but I was self-conscious about this only for a second.
Fortunately I had picked out decent underwear that day. They were boxer briefs like Josh’s, but mine were pale gray, and thankfully almost new. I had plenty of threadbare underwear with holes that I was glad not to have to show off in front of someone else. There was a good-size bulge in my shorts too, and, sure enough, the first hint of a wet spot.
On the screen, the guy finally reached a hand over toward the woman, but he didn’t touch her, as I thought he would. Instead he grabbed the string holding up her bikini top and slowly started pulling. The woman stopped playing with his meat and looked him dead in the eye, their first true moment of eye contact. He pulled slowly, and the string was long. We could see the loop in the knot getting smaller and smaller as they stared at each other, his cock glistening with her saliva and throbbing in the fresh air.
The loop disappeared completely and the guy had to put more tension on the string, then at last the knot pulled free. Her top was hanging by her shoulders. Finally-finally!-I could see my first hint of a nipple as the cup barely pulled away from a tit. A smile crossed his face, and she grinned back at him. As casually as anything, he reached up and pushed that white strap off her shoulder, and the whole bit of fabric fell away.
Her breasts were stunning. They weren’t as dark as the rest of her skin, but there was no distinct tan line. Her nipples were beet red and distinctly protruding from areolas that were just slightly paler red. She reached down and grabbed the strap of her bikini top, tossing it out of the camera’s view. When she did, she turned toward the camera and we got a good look at how those stunning mammaries bounced and swayed in the open air.
“Now those are some tits, am I right?” Josh said.
“Yeah,” I said, “very nice.”
“What would you do with those if you were there, Alex?”
A few things came to mind, but I was too overwhelmed by shyness to say anything out loud. “God, I don’t know.”
Josh reached under the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his cock, yanking it up and down. “I would open my mouth as wide as it would possibly go, then suck as much of it into my mouth as I could get in there. Lick around it over and over, feeling that nub every time my tongue hits it, getting a little firmer each time.”
Josh pumped himself with long, deep strokes as he fantasized about this woman’s chest. “C’mon, Alex, what would you do?”
I touched two fingers to the front of my boxers, feeling my thick member. The wet spot was growing. Almost without thinking about it my fingers slid up and down the outside of my boxers, and this time I could feel a droplet of precum dripping its way out. “I guess I would put one in each hand, massage them,” I said.
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