Chapter 22: Handy Pleasures
Abruptly, Pax rolled on his back and grabbed my hard tool with his fist. As he started to pump me, he said, “Grab my junk, Cal. Don’t be shy.”
I wasn’t timid, so I did as he suggested. I wrapped my palm and fingers around his c**k and started stroking his hot, pulsing d**k. I felt the blood rush through it, his heartbeat under my touch.
Beside me, the cowboy gasped for air and said, “Nice work. Keep stroking.”
“There’s no stopping me now,” I said, next to him on my small bed, mesmerized by his suggestion and relishing his return after our separation.
Our fists labored as we mirrored each other, jacking up and pulling back at the very same time. It was easy and natural. Our panting synchronized, our chests and abs rising and falling quickly as we inhaled
