Page 155 of Floored By Love

With the first stroke, I bucked up into his hand.

“Not sure how close you are, but I won’t be able to nap unless I cum too,” Cam said. “Wanna help me out?”

Despite my overwhelming desire to just lay there and let him work a load out of me, I wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to stroke one out of the man I loved.

“At the same time?”

Cam nodded.

I pushed myself up onto my knees and watched as Cam pulled his socks and briefs off before joining me on the bed. We faced each other, our lips meeting for a few seconds before our hands found their targets.

We alternated between jacking ourselves and each other. Sometimes we made out for a minute or two, our strokes slowing down. Other times, we just leaned into each other, our breaths intensifying as we tried to sync our movements.

Cam pulled his forehead off my shoulder to whisper, “I’m close.”

I was there, too. I grabbed my shirt and quickly spread it out between us.

“Thanks, tiger.”

His hand stroked faster and squeezed harder. He was close. So was I. I let go of his hip and pulled down on my balls, tightening the skin on my shaft. The sensitivity increased as Cam’s hand continued stroking.

Cam’s hand let go of my neck and joined mine on his dick. It was large enough for the both of us and he matched my strokes. Our hands slippery with the massage oil.

“Fuck, Luke. Fuck,” Cam said. “I’m cumming!”

The first spurt crossed the gap between us and landed on my stomach. The second and third coated my hand and dick and that was all it took for me to unload.

“Same!” I managed to get out as I bucked with each intense jet of cum.

I had to push his hand away from my dick as it got sensitive post-orgasm. His was never like that. I was still holding onto it as it softened. I enjoyed doing that, and Cam had never complained.

Cam sighed.

“What?” I asked.

“I wish I knew what it felt like to have a foreskin.”

“Well, I’m not sure how to describe it. I don’t know what it’s like to not have one.”

Cam laughed. “I know. It’s just so different from mine.”

“It’s not that different. I just pull back the skin and it looks like yours.”

“True, but still...”

“Hey, I have no complaints about yours. Come here.”

Cam moved closer.

“Hold your dick straight towards mine.”

As soon as I said that, it stopped softening. I inched closer to him, holding my foreskin with each hand, stretching it. Cam figured out what I was doing.

“That’s right. Stick it in there.”

Cam pushed his dick inside my foreskin. I could only stretch it about an inch from my head, so it’s not like he went in very far, but I hoped it would give him an idea. Once his dick was as far as he could stick it, I told him to stroke himself as I held the skin in place.

“Oh fuck, that feels...different.”