Emotions (g.d)

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We moved everything out of his room and laid some plastic film and newspaper sheets on the floor. After that, Gray gave me a big t-shirt that he doesn't use anymore and he just took his shirt off and let his jogging pants on, so that we wouldn't get paint on our clothes.

I can't believe we're actually gonna do this. We are definitely crazy. But I guess that makes us, us right?

One can had blue and the other had red paint in it.

"So what color do you want your room to be? Blue or red?", I asked looking at him.

"Both".

"Someone is feeling daring tonight huh?", I said, smirking.

"You have no clue...", he said, winking and smirking.

There he is being all sexy again...

I took the blue paint and started painting a wall. He started painting the other wall and it was very quiet. I decided that it shouldn't be so quiet so I dipped my finger in the blue paint and silently walked over him. I stroke my finger against his cheek twice and he had two blue stripes on his cheek now.

I started giggling because he looked funny. He started giggling too and took his brush and swiped it across my cheek. My cheek was completely painted.

"Oh you want a war? I'll give you war!", I said smiling.

I walked over my can, dipped my brush in it and splashed some of it onto his chest.

 He did the same to me but I had a shirt on so it wasn't that bad. After that, I said:
"Okay let's get back to work now..."

I continued painting his wall and suddenly I feel him turning around and having his lips on mine.

I let the brush fall on the floor and kissed him back. He held onto me by my hips.

By every second that passed, the kiss got better.

Since he was feeling down, I really wanted to pleasure him. And what better way to pleasure him than giving him a handjob? Maybe a blowjob with be more pleasurable for him but I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that. For me, a handjob is a cleaner version of a blowjob.

I'm crazy. Crazy for him.

I have never done either of these before but I'm ready to try it for and with him.

I moved away from him and told him to come out of the room and he did. I went downstairs and sat on the couch. He sat next to me and looked at me:
"What are you doing?", he asked while I looked at his dick area.

I licked my lips and looked back up. I got closer to him and undid his belt. He didn't say a word so I suppose he didn't want me to stop. I then looked at him not saying anything, just a little devilish smile on my face. He was biting his lips.

I slowly pulled down his pants. His skin got goosebumps as my hand came in touch with his skin. My hand was cold. I put my hand inside his boxers. He gasped and breathed a little harder when he felt my cold hand come in touch with his cock and balls. I just passed my hand through the whole area.

Just by the touch, I can tell his dick is huge.

After that, I pulled his boxers down, exposing his package.

Damn that's big.

I felt his breath quicken again as I pulled his foreskin back slowly over the head of his cock and stroke my index finger on his tip. With my devilish grin, I looked up into his eyes and I knew he was powerless to resist me. His eyes were semi-closed of all the touching that was going on.

I'm sure his pulse is raising.

His cock quickly became rock hard. He groaned as my hand took a firm grip of his length. Very slowly and gently I began to move my hand up and down. I started slowly moving faster and faster his groans got louder by the second.

His breathing was really loud and irregular. He totally lost rhythm of his breathing.

While I was doing it, I looked up to see his face and him moaning.

That was so satisfying. Watching him moan and struggling to control his breathing because of me. Each movement I made, made him look like he was in paradise.

I felt his balls starting to tighten and the pressure starting to build. His dick was getting harder and harder. His moans were getting louder and louder.

His body was tensing up more and more. Probably to try to stop the pressure from building but that was pretty much impossible: My rhythm was relentless.

The veins on his arms started popping out as his fists tightened. His toes curled up, his back arched and he shut his eyes tightly. To add more intensity, I licked the tip of his dick and he groaned.

He's about to cum. Right there. Right on my hands.

I knew he was trying to hold it back a few more seconds but he suddenly couldn't hold it any longer. He ejaculated uncontrollably on himself and on my hand. As the pleasure subsided, his knees were shaking.

He sure enjoyed it.

I cleaned him and myself up. He pushed his boxers and pants back up. He started blushing and was embarrassed. I supposed it was because I saw him cum.

No. Actually, I made him cum.

"There's no need to be ashamed Grayson. After all, friends are here to make each other feel better right?", I said, with the same devilish smile on my face.

He didn't answer and went to the bathroom. I sat there waiting for him. After a while, he came back and said:
"You can't do this to me..."

"I can do whatever I want, honey..."

After that, I went home and I could't stop thinking about it. 

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