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By *c8484 OP Man
4 weeks ago
Dunfermline |
Paul's fingers fumbled with the zipper, the metal teeth parting slowly under his shaky grip. The sound echoed in the small office. Jax's cock sprang free as the leather pants gaped open, thick and veined, already half-hard and curving upward from a nest of dark hair.
"Stand up," said Jax. Paul struggled to his feet, his legs trembling with fear.
"It's okay," said Jax, sensing that Paul might have been about to vomit or tear out of the dealership in wild panic. He pushed his hand gently under Paul’s shirt, stroking his chest hair. Paul began to feel his breath slowing. A fantasy in privacy was one thing, but this was real, up close and personal. He wanted this so much though.
Jax gently slipped his hand out from under Paul’s shirt, taking Paul’s hand and guiding it toward his cock. "Just stroke it with me, nice and gently."
Jax began gently stroking, Paul’s hand resting on top of Jax’s. Before long, Jax was hard, and he slipped his hand away. He leaned in, whispering in Paul’s ear, "Just keep doing that. It feels so good."
Paul did as asked. He felt Jax move closer, his head leaning into Paul’s as he began kissing his neck. "I’m gonna unzip your jeans now," Jax whispered in Paul’s ear.
Paul opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He was surprised at just how gentle Jax was with him. He’d expected muscle and power, but Jax could feel Paul’s fear and was helping guide him past it.
Paul felt Jax’s hand moving down his sides. In return, Paul began stroking Jax harder and faster.
"Not too fast," Jax smiled. "We’ve not got to the best bit yet."
Paul wasn’t sure what Jax meant, but he did as asked. He was pretty sure Jax was close to cumming. Jax carefully unfastened Paul’s belt, then his button and zip, nudging his jeans and pants down a little. "Nice," he smiled when Paul’s cock tumbled out, stiffening in the cool air of the office, the tip already glistening.
Jax wrapped his fingers around Paul's shaft, giving it a slow, firm squeeze that made Paul gasp. The warmth of Jax's palm contrasted with the sudden exposure, sending a jolt of pleasure up Paul's spine. He tightened his grip on Jax's cock in response, feeling the heat pulsing beneath the skin, the veins twitching against his palm.
"That's it," Jax murmured, his breath hot against Paul's neck as he continued stroking. Paul's heart raced, a mix of nerves and excitement churning in his gut. This was happening, Jax's touch was real, confident yet tender, easing the knot of anxiety in Paul's chest.
Jax stepped closer, their bodies pressing together in the confined space. He guided Paul's hand to match his rhythm, both of them pumping steadily now, the slick sounds of skin on skin filling the quiet room. Paul's strokes grew bolder, his thumb circling the head of Jax's cock, smearing the leaking precum down the length. Jax groaned softly, the vibration rumbling through his chest into Paul's.
"You feel amazing," Jax whispered, nipping lightly at Paul's earlobe. The reassurance in his voice melted away the last edges of Paul's hesitation. He leaned into the kisses trailing down his neck, his free hand clutching Jax's shoulder for balance.
Sensing Paul's growing ease, Jax released his cock for a moment, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Paul's jeans and shoving them lower, down to his thighs. Paul's erection bobbed free, fully hard now, aching for more contact. Jax did the same with his leather trousers, letting them sag around his hips.
"Come here," Jax said, his voice low and inviting. He pressed his body flush against Paul's, their cocks aligning between them, hot, rigid lengths brushing together for the first time. Paul inhaled sharply at the sensation, the velvety hardness of Jax's shaft sliding against his own, the shared heat igniting sparks of electricity through his nerves.
Jax took both cocks in his large hand, wrapping his fingers around them together, squeezing gently to hold them side by side. The pressure was unbearable, Paul's sensitive skin rubbing directly against Jax's with every subtle shift.
"Like this," Jax instructed softly, starting to slide his hand up and down the bundled cocks. The friction built immediately, smooth from the precum mixing between them.
Paul's hands found Jax's hips, steadying himself as he mirrored the motion, reaching down to grip them both with his own hand overlapping Jax's.
Their cocks pulsed in unison, the tips bumping and gliding, sending waves of pleasure radiating from Paul's groin. He could feel every ridge, every pulse, Jax's thickness pressing firmly against him, the shared slickness making the rub effortless and intense.
"God, yes," Paul breathed, his voice shaky but laced with want. The nervousness lingered, but Jax's steady gaze and reassuring squeezes grounded him, turning fear into focused desire. Jax kissed him then, soft and exploratory, their lips parting as tongues met briefly.
They rocked together, hands working in tandem, cocks sliding and grinding with increasing urgency. Paul's breaths came in short pants, the building pressure coiling tight in his balls. Jax's free hand roamed Paul's back, pulling him closer, their chests heaving against each other. The office faded away, the desks, the papers, the distant hum of the dealership, all drowned out by the wet sounds of their mutual strokes and the escalating gasps.
"I'm close," Jax admitted, his voice rough, hips bucking slightly to press their lengths harder together. Paul nodded, words failing as the sensation overwhelmed him, the relentless rub of cock on cock, the heat, the shared vulnerability. His thumb flicked over both tips in a stroke, drawing a deep groan from Jax.
The rhythm quickened, hands pumping faster, the friction at fever pitch. Paul's legs trembled again, but this time from the edge of release, not fear. Jax's reassurances echoed in his mind, gentle words amid the building storm. With a final, firm slide, Paul cried out first, cum spurting hot between them, coating their shafts and hands in thick ropes. The sight and feel pushed Jax over the edge, his cock pulsing against Paul's as he came too, adding his own warm jets that mingled and dripped down.
They slowed, breaths ragged, bodies still pressed close. Jax held him through the aftershocks, a soft kiss on Paul's temple. "You did great," he whispered, the words wrapping around Paul like a warm blanket.
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