He complied, wrapping his fist around me just below my swollen mushroom head and gliding it down towards the base tantalizingly slow. When his fist met my pendulum balls he began the journey back up to the tip. He worked his arm through a few more even strokes.
“This might be a two handed job,” he mused, coming out of his shell a little.
I nodded, and he added his other hand in on the stroking. By this point, I was oozing enough pre-cum that the heaviness of the fat drop was causing it to droop off my tip and towards the floor. I noticed this as I looked down to admire Cody’s handiwork.
“Get that pre-cum and work it into my cock,” I instructed.
He was good at taking direction, stroking one of his hands up and wiping a palm across my tip before rubbing the slick sticky substance back down along my shaft as a natural lube.
“Go faster, bro,” I encouraged.
He complied, stroking both fists up and down in unison, picking up the pace as the slickness allowed. I leaned my head back and let out a low groan that probably carried out throughout the basement stacks. I felt him tighten his grip on an upward pump and was impressed to realize he was smartly squeezing out another fat drop of clear pre-cum from my tip like a giant tube of toothpaste. He used it to lube me up further, and his hands were really gliding. My hyper-sensitive organ was already tingling with the pleasure of the attention.
“Dude keep it up, you’re gonna make me bust my nut,” I breathed, untilting my head to catch his eyes as he looked up from his work and appeared slightly alarmed. He kept pumping his fists but dialed back. I reached my own hands out and gripped his forearms, forcing him to pick his pace back up. “Nah don’t stop, dude. I need my cock milked.”
I got him back up to speed and released his arms, pleased to see him keep up the pace. Autopilot was kicking in for me as I began humping my hips forward to match his pumping fists.
“That’s it, keep stroking it like that.” It sounded like a stern command, but honestly was also a desperate plea at that point. I could feel the lightning tickle sizzling up from the base of my shaft towards the tip. I was panting now and bucking my hips wildly to his strokes. I watched Cody’s hands pumping in a blur in my lap and then looked up to watch him staring down mesmerized at his own fists pumping the length of my pole.
“Fuck dude, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna blow my fucking load dude! Uhhhh fuck!”
At the last possible moment before blast-off I jerked my hips- turning myself away from straight on with Cody. He kept stroking with all he had as I started grunting and felt my massive cock and balls pulsing and jerking with contractions in his pumping grasp. I looked down in a glazed satisfaction and watched rope after rope of thick white semen explode from my swollen tip. My spray just narrowly missed Cody due to my quick body turn. Instead, it splashed on the shelf beside us, coating old book spines and splattering onto the floor beneath.
“Fuuuuuuuck…” I moaned throughout the ejaculation. As the excruciatingly pleasurable cock-contractions slowly stopped pumping, Cody finally released his two handed grip, looking on at the aftermath in amazed horror.
“Holy shit dude! that is going to suck trying to clean up,” he wondered aloud.
Hefty as the load I had just shot was, I could already feel that I wasn’t satisfied yet. Everything in me wanted to grab the cute oblivious nerd, tear off his bottoms, throw him down and mercilessly fuck the innocent shit out of him. The more rational part of my brain, absent as it often was lately, stopped me. I knew that I may very well tear this ass-virgin in half if I wasn’t careful. this would require a little more finesse.
Cody had yet to even recover from the sight of my massive ejaculation, still staring back and forth from my twitching, still rigidly erect cock to the the globs of my seed dripping off the bookshelf.
Before he had fully come to his senses, I was reaching and unclasping the button of his skinny jeans. I had his zipper coming down before he knew what was happening.
“Wha- whoa wait I-” He stammered.
“Relax man. It’s only fair for a bro to return the favor,” I explained.
“Uhh- yeah- sure okay, but we gotta hurry, someone’s bound to come down here eventually.”
“Relax,” I soothed while I reached into his open fly and pulled the waistband of his underwear down to bring the stiff shaft of his cock bobbing out of his pants.
He obviously paled in comparison to my pill-enhanced member. But what he presented was a decently long chubby banana curved cock with a plump purple head and a shortly trimmed patch of pubes at the base. I gave his pants a little tug just to pull them down with his underwear far enough to release the swinging balls still trapped inside. We both stared down at his hard bobbing cock between us, and I could sense self-consciousness radiating off of him.
“Nice, man,” I complimented. I could sense him relax a bit as he let out a breath. “We can take care of this, no problem,” I assured.
Hawking a quick loogey in my palm, I immediately went to work stroking my slick saliva into his shaft and tip. As I worked my slippery fist up over his head and twisted on my way back down, Cody let out a quiet shuddering moan. As I really started going in on the stroking, I got down on my knees in front of Cody, now staring eye level at my own handiwork. My other hand calmly reached out and gave his pants and underwear another slight tug, bringing them a bit further down Cody’s thighs and popping his tight round ass out into full view behind him. He was too busy enjoying the attention of my hand job to take notice.
He also probably barely noticed as I brought my freehand to my lips and stuck my pointer finger in my mouth, greasing it up with spit. I don’t think he saw anything but my fist pumping up and down the curve of his shaft as I reached behind him and probed between his thick cheeks with my moistened finger.
He definitely came to his senses and noticed when I popped that finger into his anus. His back went rigid, and he attempted to pull away from me in panic.
“Ooh-woah-woah-” He almost shouted in alarm.
I let go of his cock and grabbed him by the waist to keep him from pulling away from me completely, keeping my finger steady and still, pushed halfway into his ass.
“Dude it’s cool, it’s cool! Just a finger. It makes the hand job feel extra amazing, trust me.”
“It’s just, I’ve never had anything- or anyone- you know, up there before.”
“I won’t hurt you, promise,” I reassured.
I went back to slowly stroking my hand up and down the length of his cock, and ever so slowly sunk my pointer finger deeper into his ass behind him. He let out a barely audible hiss the first time I sunk my finger down to the last knuckle. I could tell he was already enjoying it as I pulled it mostly back out before pushing it back in.
Still stroking him off and picking the pace back up again, I also started exploring around inside his rectum with my probing finger. When I hooked it just a little and poked ever so lightly, I could tell I’d found the magic spot by the way he unconsciously rocked his hips backward as if he were trying to force my finger in deeper as he shuddered.