I feel Marc grab my dick tightly and squeeze it lightly. I lean my head back against the tiles. Just before I close my eyes, I see Marc looking at me, as if he is impressed.
"You are pretty rock hard indeed," says Marc as he starts pulling on my dick.
I feel a warm tingling through my dick and balls. For a moment I think I'm coming already, but it's just the sensation that moves like a glow from my dickhead to my balls. My foreskin is pulled back and forth in such a way that I feel the edge of my dickhead with every movement. How he is pulling off this trick is a question that doesn't quite reach my thoughts in this state. But somehow he has such a grip on my foreskin that it slides back and forth around my dick like a slightly too tight collar. Like a tight ring, my skin shakes back and forth over the clearly noticeable edge of my dickhead. This rhythm fires itself like intoxicating gunshots at my brain. Just when I feel myself losing control of my legs and I slowly start to sink to my knees, I feel a second firm hand that now grabs me under my balls and holds me up. I feel a warmth surrounding my balls, while the throbbing rhythm around my dick continues to bounce back and forth.
The feeling completely intoxicates me. I never thought I would end up in this situation. But all I can think about is cumming. Here and now. I can imagine my seed shooting like a gunshot over Marc's forearm; of the right arm with which he's holding my balls.
But it doesn't happen. Not yet. I just feel my dick getting harder than I've ever experienced. I only know this feeling from in the morning when I wake up with a hardwood pole in my underpants. I feel every ridge and blood vessel as the stern hand moves back and forth along my dick. I feel the arm holding my dick hitting my right hip bone forcefully every time. Like the percussions of a war drum.
Just as the rhythm starts to feel mechanical, I feel the movement slowing down. While I still lean against the wall with my eyes closed, I feel my dick being slowly pulled downward. A soft breath of warm air blows around my dick and balls against my lower abdomen and suddenly I feel a warm, wet tongue against the underside of my shaft. As the warmth surrounds my entire dick, I feel the hand supporting my balls gently release. I suddenly feel the hand that had my dick in its grip pushing against my left thigh. My buttocks are held firmly against the wall, keeping me standing upright. Meanwhile, a slow massage starts rolling my balls back and forth.
A warm glow begins to grow from the center of my dick. I feel the glow growing bigger and in my mind I'm seeing a smooth orange glowing ball growing bigger and bigger until it completely surrounds me.
In a reflex I let go of my hands from the tiled wall where they had been anxiously trying to find a grip until now. In a flashing movement I grab Marc's head on both sides. I feel my fingers disappear between the soft curls of his hair. I feel an ejaculation shooting from the tip of my toes through my legs to my dickhead. Marc's mouth has released my dick again, and his right hand continues to pull, now slowly and very gently. While my molars are clenching violently together, above the buzzing noise in my ears, I can just hear the sound of my seed shooting like a graze shot against the side of Marc's cheek. I hear a thick drop of cum landing against the plastic shower wall behind Marc with a dull tap.
The throbbing orgasm I feel under my dick and in my balls keeps pounding away. I lose count of the number of pulses, while I now feel two warm hands resting on both my thighs. While my ejaculation has now stopped, I feel the dull rhythm in my balls still continuing and slowly drifting into slower and softer drums.
4.
The apartment door opens. While a bunch of keys jingles, Liz steps inside with a large paper bag in her other hand.
"Lunch, guys!" she shouts happily. As she shouts that, she sees that Jasmine is standing close to her, near the tap in the kitchen. "Oh, sorry," she laughs at Jasmine, "I only saw you now."
Jasmine nods, smiling. "Just put that down there for a second, girl." she says calmly.
"Oh okay." Liz says hesitantly. "Hey, where did both of those guys go?" She looks towards the closed shower door. "Has Lucas gone home already?"
"Ssshhh...!" Jasmine hisses softly. "They are over there sucking each other's dicks. Just leave them alone for a moment." she says with a wink.
Liz's mouth falls open as she cannot suppress a half smile and looks at Jasmine with wide eyes. However, her pleasantly surprised facial expression cannot hide a heavy blush on her cheeks.
"But that's a good thing, says Jasmine." She takes a step forward and pulls the paper bag from Liz's hands. "Just put that there." She reaches forward and grabs Liz by the neck under her right ear. As Jasmine throws her curly hair behind her shoulders with a quick movement of her head, her hand quickly slides to the back of Liz's head and she grabs her firmly by the ponytail. "I've been waiting all day to give that tail of yours a firm tug." Jasmine says with mock frustration. She pulls Liz's head back with a short tug on her tail.
Liz looks at Jasmine in shock, who is now almost nose-to-nose in front of her. Her startled expression is still seeping away as she gently bites her bottom lip.
As Jasmine gently places her left hand softly on Liz's cheek, she smiles from ear to ear.
