Free Helping Hand by Jay Northcote Page B

here.” Mac patted the bed.
    Instead of going to lie beside Mac as Mac probably intended, Jez
    crawled over him instead. Lust m ade him bold, and Jez straddled Mac’s
    hips, his bare arse resting on Mac’s softening dick as he started stroking
    him self.
    “You turn m e on,” Jez said, the adm ission spilling out unchecked.
    “It’s hot… having y ou in m y m outh, m aking y ou com e… I never knew it
    was som ething I could like that m uch.” He was breathless, the sweet grip
    and slide of his hand pushing him close already.
    Mac stared at him , his gaze flickering between Jez’s cock and his
    face. Mac’s cheeks had flushed and his ey es were half-lidded and sexy as
    hell. His expression didn’t give m uch away, but Jez figured if he wasn’t
    into this, it was up to him to say, or to push Jez away.
    Mac didn’t push him away. Instead he brought his hands up to Jez’s
    arse, palm ing the globes of his buttocks, stroking and squeezing. He hadn’t
    touched Jez like that before, and it felt dangerous, but so dam n good at the
    sam e tim e.
    Jez’s cock throbbed, wet and slick in his hand as he j erked him self
    faster. The sound it m ade in the otherwise silent room was obscene. He
    m oved his hips, fucking forward into his fist with a groan, and as he
    m oved back, his perineum dragged over som ething hot and firm .
    Oh God. Mac was getting hard again. Having Jez j erk off over him
    wasn’t a problem , then.
    Mac’s obvious arousal sent Jez spiralling higher. He carried on,
    m oving faster, fucking harder into his hand.
    “Yeah, com e on,” Mac said hoarsely, and he readj usted his grip on
    Jez’s arse. His fingers slipped into the crack where Jez was slippery with
    sweat, and a fingertip grazed over Jez’s hole, first accidentally. Jez
    gasped, and Mac did it again, circling with careful, deliberate pressure as
    though he was testing to see whether Jez’s body would let him inside. An
    unbearably sweet j olt of sensation surged through Jez, and he cried out as
    he cam e in a series of m uscle-tensing, body -shaking pulses that left him
    weak and trem bling. Legs aching and exhausted, he flopped forward onto
    Mac’s chest, sm earing his com e between them as Mac slid his hands up
    Jez’s back and held him tight as Jez slowly cam e back to earth.
    “I’m gonna need another shower now.” Mac’s voice was warm , a
    low rum ble in his chest.
    Jez let out a huff of exhausted am usem ent. “I’ll m ove in a m inute,”
    he m uttered.
    “That good, huh?” Mac sounded am used.
    “Yeah.” Jez wasn’t capable of m ore than m onosy llables. He loved
    being in Mac’s arm s. Mac was so strong and powerful, y et gentle too. The
    steady thud of Mac’s heart vibrated through his ribcage. The beat was
    slow com pared to Jez’s, but as Jez lay there, the frantic beat of his heart
    gradually calm ed, pulled into sy nc by the rhy thm ic lub-dup, lub-dup,
    lub-dup of Mac’s.

    Later that night, Jez showered before bed. As he soaped him self up
    and washed away the sweat and com e from earlier, he paid m ore
    attention to his arse than he usually did. Curious, he probed his hole with a
    slippery finger and m et resistance. Pressing harder, he m anaged to
    breach the ring of m uscle with a fingertip. It felt weird—stretched and
    uncom fortable—and triggered the urge to push. But when his m uscles
    acted reflexively, they softened and his finger slipped in further.
    He hissed in surprise, tensing again at the burn and surprised by the
    strength of his m uscles as they clam ped tight around the intrusion. It
    didn’t feel good exactly, but it didn’t feel bad either. Mostly it felt strange.
    He im agined how it would feel if it was Mac’s cock instead. He found it
    hard to believe taking som ething that thick could be pleasant, prostate or
    no prostate. But he supposed it m ust do, otherwise why would people
    bother?
    Done with experim enting for tonight, Jez withdrew his finger,
    wincing a little at the