Dirty Boys

formulating sentences, but I knew what Connor was offering, and no way would I say no.
    He didn’t waste any time getting my jeans undone and fishing my hard cock out of my boxers. “Beautiful,” he said appreciatively, stroking my throbbing erection from base to tip in a tantalizingly slow movement. I bit the side of my thumb trying to distract myself from how embarrassingly close to coming I already was.
    Thankfully, Connor didn’t notice. He seemed to be in a trance, watching the head of my cock disappear and reemerge through his fist. A few slow jerks later and he looked up, giving me a devilish smile. “I was going to taste you.” I moaned at the images his words sparked, and then he continued. “But I think I have a better idea.” He finished his sentence by letting go of my cock and standing up. “It involves at least one of us getting naked.”
    “That” —I swallowed— “sounds like an amazing idea.”
    “Yeah?” he asked, slowly starting to roll his hips, tracing his hand across his denim-covered erection. “Since I’m already half way there,” he purred, slowly unhooking his belt and unsnapping his jeans, “and you have to go back to work…” He lowered his zipper sinfully slow. “I figured it should be me.”
    “Even better,” I said breathlessly, unable to take my eyes off him.
    He grinned, but said nothing as he continued to shimmy his hips to the teasingly seductive rhythm he had set. Spinning around, he hooked both sides of his jeans with his thumbs and slowly lowered them over his firm, rounded cheeks. He had on pink boxer briefs that were tight enough for me to see his ass dimples. If he had been performing his strip tease any closer, I would have reached out and squeezed them, but for now, I had to be content with just looking.
    “Come here,” I quietly stated, trying to sound commanding but sounding more desperate instead. He just smiled and shook his head while continuing his erotic dance. “Please?” I practically begged, badly wanting to touch him.
    Grinning over his shoulder, he said, “Not yet.”
    “Tease.” I meant to say it playfully, but it came out a growl.
    He let his pants drop and kicked them away before turning back towards me wearing just his underwear. I could see his cock was equally as hard as mine, and he had a nice wet spot spreading across the material. I licked my lips, wanting to suck my way to his luscious cock right through the thin cotton covering it.
    I knew this was Connor’s show, though. He was the one with the courage to initiate everything; I could wait and let him continue to do it his way. His very slow, but extremely sexy, way. God, the sensual way he moved! I could watch him grind his hips all day.
    I couldn’t contain my low moan when he pulled his waistband forward, letting his dick snap up and smack his stomach just below his bellybutton. The string of pre-come connecting his cock head with the briefs snapped as he continued lowering his undies. When he revealed his low-hanging balls, my mouth watered. The man I’d been fantasizing about for almost a year was standing before me in all of his glory, and I wanted to touch and lick every amazing inch of him. Still, I managed to stay in my chair not moving, not even touching my own cock, waiting for Connor to decide when it was time to take this to the next level.
    Dropping his underwear, he strode toward me with a comfortable confidence that showed he knew how badly I ached for him. “Lower your pants,” he said.
    Obediently, I lifted my butt off the chair and pulled my jeans and boxers down towards my knees. I was going to slip them completely off, but suddenly ended up with a lap full of Connor. He straddled my legs, positioning himself so our cocks could rub together. “Better get your shirt out of the way, too,” he said, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and lifting it over my head, hooking it behind my neck. It was tight, but not restricting, and it did leave my stomach and chest exposed. “Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively, thrusting his erection gently against mine while he started rubbing my nipples.
    My hands instinctively grabbed his ass, squeezing and caressing. Finally being able to feel him satisfied a craving that had been building since the first time I saw him. He smiled down at me, looking into my eyes as he spit into his right hand, sliding his left hand up to rest on my shoulder. Wrapping his fingers around my shaft, he slowly stroked up and down,