Chapter 8

Nolan had jerked off plenty of times. Imagining all sorts of hot guys. He’d gotten pretty good at self-satisfaction. But someone else’s hand on his dick was completely different. Leo’s hand on his dick. Working it, stroking it hard and fast, rubbing it against his own.

Fuck.

He clung to Leo, clutching at him, gasping from each devouring kiss. It was almost too much, the intensity. His mind might literally be blown.

And then he was coming, cum shooting all over Leo’s hand, his shouts swallowed by Leo’s mouth fused to his. Leo’s body shook against him and he figured by the amount of sticky cum he could feel that Leo had joined him.

They lay there together, Leo’s arms wrapped around him, for several long moments. Nolan didn’t know what to say. What did you say to your first? He sure as hell had no clue.

“You all right, Nolan?” Leo asked after a while.

“Yeah, I think my brain short-circuited though.”