Page 23 of Saved By the Pitcher

“Ha! I knew that’s where this was leading.”

“Hmm, another thing that draws me to you. You’re smart and perceptive. So, what do you say? You know if we don’t, you’ll end up whacking alone in bed when we disconnect anyway. Don’t deny it. I know I would. So, why not do it together instead?” Mike reasoned.

James blushed with a shy smile. “God, you’d think I was the same-sex virgin and you were the experienced one.”

Mike ignored James’ procrastination, reaching down to start stroking his cock through the fabric of his boxer-briefs. “Mm, so good, James. I wish you’d join me.”

James’ eyes hazed—he couldn’t hide his desire at watching Mike pleasuring himself. Mike knew he’d won when he saw James’ hand slip below the view of the camera. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Take your trunks off,” Mike commanded. “I want to know your hand is stroking your bare skin.”

James seemed past protests as Mike watched his partner bend forward, using his arms to push down the unseen fabric. James sat back up with a dreamy expression. “They’re off.” He held them up with his right hand to prove it to Mike.

“Oh my God,” Mike muttered, before reaching down to remove his own underwear. He grabbed onto his engorged dick and began stroking it, watching the panting and chest-heaving on the other side of the camera.

“I won’t last long,” James whispered. “I haven’t jerked off in a couple of days.”

“Me either,” Mike concurred. “Brush your fingers over your hole. It’s how I pictured you stroking with me when I masturbated to images of you.”

James blushed. “Jesus. Are you sure you’re a novice at this?”

“Just do it,” Mike growled. “I want to see your face when you’re touching your most private places.”

James hesitated, but Mike knew he had given in when James’ eyes fluttered and he emitted a soft moan.

“Are you doing it?” James ventured after a moment

“You want me to?” Mike asked. “You want me to breach myself?”

“God, yes!” James replied as he leaned back in the chair. Mike used the index finger of his freehand to penetrate his hole. “You’re so fucking hot,” James managed through his pants. “My dick is leaking like a burst pipe.”

“Mm. I wish I was there to see it. To lick it,” Mike gasped.

That statement put James over the edge, and he shot several hot spurts up his belly and chest. Mike was in awe, seeing the white cream splattering James’ torso, propelling his own intense orgasm. He felt the liquid creating mini-puddles into the crevices of his six-pack abs.

“Christ!” James shouted as he finished his orgasm.

Mike gasped as his ejaculation was ending. “Fuck. I needed that.”

Both sat looking at each other, watching the other’s breathing begin to slow. After a couple of minutes had passed, James managed to smile. “You need to clean the cum gutters now.”

Mike chuckled in return. “I’d say I hate when that happens, but I promised no more lies.” He looked at James’ messed-up stomach and chest. “And speak for yourself. You shoot high. That’s fucking sexy. I can’t wait to see you come in-person.”

James gave him the bashful smile that Mike was starting to love. “Maybe.”

Mike pursed his lips. “Nah. It’s a definite. And you know I’ll savor licking every drop.”

James was wiping himself dry with tissue, but he looked up with eyes wide at Mike’s comment. “Don’t get me hard again.”

“Why not?”

“Because, there’s a matinee tomorrow and I should be in bed already,” James reminded him. “Then I have an evening show, too.”

Mike frowned, beginning his own clean-up. “So, I can’t see you tomorrow, can I?”

James shook his head. “It wouldn’t be possible. Sorry. It’s more than just the two shows. I have rehearsals and physical therapy between performances.”

“Injury?”