Tongue-Tied – Franklin U Read Online Christina Lee

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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His blue eyes are shiny, his bottom lip wobbly, and his cinnamon-colored hair sweaty at the temples. “No fair. You made it seem like we would both be jerking off.”

“If you’re sure,” I say, and he nods.

I make quick work of taking my dick out of my pants. Knowing he’s watching me, I plump to full mast. There’s just something about having that hungry gaze on me.

As I grip my cock, I allow my gaze to wander down the front of him, and what I see makes me lose my breath. His shaft is thick, the head filled with blood and bulging, and I can just make out the nest of dark hair at his groin.

I’ve seen my best friend and ex-roommate in various stages of undress over the years, but we’ve certainly never stroked our own dicks in front of each other.

Fucking hell, is this real?

To break the tension, I say, “You’re bigger than me.”

“I sort of wondered once or twice.” He looks away. “Just curious. Not because⁠—”

“I think that’s pretty normal.”

I zero in on Austin’s mouth. His lips are parted and shiny from his tongue as he pants openly.

My fingers grip his waist, and I take a step toward him, for no good reason except that right then I have the urge to kiss him. But that would only blur the lines.

I get my thinking under control. This is a second date. It’s pretend. And right now, I want to get him off. This cute guy I’ve asked out.

As he intently watches me stroke my cock, I blurt, “You can touch me if you want.”

Fuck, did I really suggest that?

I bury my head in his neck so he doesn’t see how completely turned on and out of sorts I feel. That apricot scent from his shampoo warms my insides like a cross between comfort and desire, and I wonder what it might be like to devour him inch by inch.

“I want to,” he says against my ear, making me shiver.

I feel his hand slide over my own, so I let my fingers drop. His large palm grips my shaft, and then he’s hesitantly stroking me. “This okay?”

I groan, half shock, half torture. “Feels so good.”

His voice is raspy when he says, “You can touch me too…if you want.”

My fingers fumble as I reach for his cock, but when he trembles, it only makes me more determined to make this a good experience for him.

My lips rest against his throat as he moans quietly, and at least he’s in the moment and not freaking out about what we’re doing.

Austin hasn’t had many experiences like this, so he must be close to losing it. Pushing my own desires aside, I use his precome as lube, then grip him tighter, stroking him faster. All I want is to make Austin feel good.

“Ah fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warns a moment before he shoots over my hand. He shudders and buries his head against my shoulder while jerking me sloppily. Just listening to him is enough to make me lose my load against his fingers.

We pant silently as we slowly regain control of our breathing. We use toilet paper to clean up, then tuck ourselves back in. I can tell he’s feeling something, and I wonder if it’s regret.

“Everything all right?” My stomach feels unsteady as our eyes meet. “Hope I didn’t ruin anything.”

“You didn’t. It felt good.” His voice is soft and contemplative. “Made me feel like I was part of this whole dating thing for a change instead of being the wallflower.”

“You’re not a wallflower.” My fingers grip his neck. “That was so hot. You were hot.”

He swallows. “So were you.”

Unsure what else to say, I unlatch the stall and head out. We get some stares as we go to the sink to wash our hands.

When our eyes meet in the mirror, I burst out laughing and so does he.

I wink. “Best second date ever.”

20

AUSTIN

I groan as I stretch my achy muscles the following morning, then stifle a gasp, remembering what happened in the club restroom last night.

It certainly doesn’t help my morning wood. So fucking confusing. I’ve never thought of Dex in that way, and now I’m not sure I’ll be able to see him any differently. But I have to try because things have already changed so much this year.

Conversation didn’t come easily on the way back to campus after I’d entirely lost myself to his hand and the sounds of us jerking each other off. But in that restroom stall, I felt on top of the world and completely in the moment. Experimenting—or should I say pretending—in that way with Dex felt freeing because I trust him. His friendship has never wavered.

Which might explain why I felt out of sorts afterward despite it being fiery hot. Dex was unsettled too, though he played it off. “Best second date ever!”


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