My own Stirrings …(Fast Sexual Action)

My hand moved faster, slick with sweat and pre-cum as I replayed Cory’s husked moans in my head—Johnny…yes, Johnny…—when the door creaked. I froze mid-stroke, my pulse slamming against my throat. The knob turned with agonizing slowness, and there he stood in the dim hallway light: Cory, bare-chested, his sweatpants slung low on his hips. His eyes locked onto my fist wrapped around my throbbing cock, his lips parting as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him without a word. The air thickened with the musk of his release still clinging to him, mixing with the salt-heavy scent of mine.

Cory’s eyes burned into mine as he crossed the room, the floorboards creaking under his bare feet. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, still glistening from biting it moments before. My cock twitched in my hand, pre-cum beading at the tip as he dropped to his knees beside the bed.

The first touch of his fingers tracing my inner thigh sent a jolt through me. His breath was hot and uneven against my shaft before his lips parted, taking just the head between them with a slow, wet suck. A groan tore from my throat as his tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, his hand wrapping around the base to stroke what his mouth couldn’t reach.

Cory’s mouth released me with a wet pop, his lips slick and swollen as he looked up through his lashes. “Your turn,” he murmured, voice rough—but before I could process his words, he’d already shifted onto the bed, straddling my hips. The heat of his bare thighs pressed against me as he leaned down, his hardened cock brushing my stomach.

“Wait—” I started, but Cory’s hand was already guiding my head up, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Just taste,” he whispered, pressing closer until the salty tip of him nudged against my mouth. My tongue flicked out instinctively, and Cory groaned, hips jerking forward as I took him deeper.

Cory’s fingers tangled in my hair as his hips jerked forward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. The musky scent of him overwhelmed me as his breathing turned ragged. “Fuck, Johnny…” he groaned, his thighs trembling against my cheeks.

I felt him swell against my tongue, the veins pulsing as his grip tightened. His moans pitched higher—****, broken sounds—before his whole body locked up. A hot burst flooded my mouth, thick and salty, as Cory shuddered above me. He gasped my name again, hips stuttering as rope after rope spilled down my throat.

I swallowed greedily, my own cock throbbing untouched between us. Cory’s hips lifted slightly, his breath hitching as he reached behind himself, fingers trembling against my slick cock. The tip nudged against his entrance, hot and tight, and he let out a shaky moan as he sank down inch by inch. His thighs quivered, his body stretching around me as he bottomed out with a broken gasp.

I groaned, hands gripping his waist as he began to move—slow at first, rolling his hips in tight circles, his rim fluttering around me. My fingers dug into Cory’s hips as his body clenched around me, the slick heat of him dragging against my cock with every **** roll of his pelvis. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat glistening on his collarbone as he arched back—his own cock twitching, flushed and leaking against his stomach.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, I thrust up hard, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm ripped through me. Hot pulses of cum flooded deep inside him, each spasm drawing a broken whimper from Cory’s lips.

Cory’s body arched as he lifted himself off me, his cock still twitching and glistening with a fresh bead of pre-cum. His breath hitched as he leaned forward, one hand gripping the headboard for balance while the other wrapped around his shaft.

"Open your mouth," he whispered, his voice rough with need.

I obeyed, tilting my head back as he positioned himself over me. His thumb swiped over the leaking tip, spreading slickness before his fist began stroking in slow, deliberate tugs. His hips jerked erratically—once, twice—before his whole body tensed.

Cory's fingers tangled tighter in my hair as his cock pulsed against my tongue, the first hot spurt hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed instinctively, the salty-bitter taste flooding my senses as his hips jerked forward. Another thick load followed, and I felt his thighs tremble against my ears as I worked my throat around him, swallowing every drop.

His moan was ragged, breathless—half my name, half a curse—as he finally pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet sound. A thin strand of cum still connected us for a second before breaking, glistening on his flushed tip.

Panting, Cory slumped forward, his forehead pressing against mine.