I can feel his muscles shift beneath my fingertips as he moves, his legs spreading invitingly and I have to fight a groan of my own even before I look down, before I see what he looks like all hard for him.

His dick is... honestly, as often as I've seen it soft in the locker room and as often as I've felt it more recently in our heated make-outs, I never quite imagined it looking so big. The tip is almost purple and it's all curved upward toward his belly, shiny at the tip.

"Goodness, Jack," I breathe, still shaking as I finally wrap my hand around him. It's absolutely nothing like touching myself, nothing like my own skin that I've had memorized for years. I swear I can barely get my fingers all the way around him and I have to suck in a breath as I feel all the way down to the root of him and then back up, tightening my grip a little up near the tip. "I've, uh. Can you tell me how you like it? I've never done this before."