"Give me more. I want more."
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(Mature content)

"That's all you can say isn't it. 'Shut up Jack'. When are you going to admit that you're as perverted as me?" Jack raises an eyebrow as he waits for Dexter to reply.

It takes everything in Dexter's power for him to stay composed. He balls up both his fists, his jaw clenched as he takes in a slow breath. "Don't let it be said that I don't do my job."

It's now that Dexter again takes a hand to his belt buckle, he pulls the leather back through the chrome buckle. His eyes not once averting their gaze from Jack...two can play at this game.

A slow smile of satisfaction spreads across Jack's face, as he watches the belt slacken to reveal five buttons on the fly, ready to be unpopped. He lets his fingers dip into the waistband of his sweatpants in eager anticipation of what was to come.

Soon the jeans are undone and are being pulled down a little, now resting on Dexter's well built thighs. Jack bites down on his lower lip to see the tight fitting black underwear Dexter is sporting, a far cry from the boxer shorts he used to wear. "Shit Dex, you are a professional." He chuckles lightly.

"I told you, it's my job." Dexter reiterates as he now takes his own hand and cups his obvious bulge. "And I can still cum as and when I want to."

Jack finds his breathing change as he feels his erection surfacing. He continues with the long drawn out strokes on himself as he takes in the visual of his ex school friend. "Give me more, I want more." He utters, as he watches Dexter rub his hand teasingly over himself.

Dexter smirks at Jack being so needy. He lowers his jeans all the way, kicking them to the ground and takes a step forward, now literally hovering over Jack, who looks up at Dexter towering over him. "Is this what you want? Are you dirty little dreams coming true?"

"Mmmh y...yeah." Jack breaths out. He knew his initial want for dominance was fading, maybe he wanted this. To be dominated. It was a quality Dexter had always possessed. That belittling personality, maybe the putdows by him when they were friends were a hidden factor, perhaps that's the reason he seemed to prefer being submissive. Jack looks ahead once again to see Dexter now pulling down the front of his black underwear. His cock was firming up nicely, and a shade bigger than when he had last seen it. "Tell me Dex...tell me what are you thinking about right now?"

Dexter reaches forwards to keep his balance. His hand grabs for Jack's white t-shirt, bunching it up and exposing his stomach. His eyes widen at the well toned muscles on Jack's stomach, a far cry from the scrawny school friend he once knew. Dexter had been trying his best to think of that porno he had seen a couple of days ago, with the threesome, but Jack's body had just infected his mind beyond belief. "Fuck...fuck you Jack." Dexter huffs as he quickens his hand actions.

Jack smiles. That response was all he needed to know what was going on in Dexter's head. Now was the right time to reveal his stiff cock from his sweats as he begins to ease the elastic over his hips.

Dexter's eyes wander down in that direction. He sees the hard length being caressed in Jack's hand. The tip glistening. Try as he might, it was no use. Jack's body was turning him on, yet still he would never openly admit it.

Again their eyes meet. They both know. Even though the words are unspoken, they know what this is. Unfinished business between them. The erotic tension in the moment was electric, a cocktail of lust, power, revenge and untold truths.

"You want it Jack? You want me to cum? ...Just say it." Dexter huffs as his balls begin to tighten.

"Cum on me Dex... shit cum all over me." Jack moans as he glances down at Dexter's hand actions, now speeding up.

Dexter tightens his grip on Jack's t-shirt as he begins to straddle Jack's hips. "Don't say I don't deliver." He grunts as his cum begins to shoot from his erection all over Jack's stomach in warm bursts.

"Oh..oh shit. Fuck..." Jack's mouth is agape as he is now cumming. The pulsing ribbons now burst from his tip and cover his body. Jack looks up at Dexter's face, but his eyes are now averted, looking anywhere else but at Jack.

Dexter's body now relaxes a fraction as he gets to standing. He looks at Jack's body laid on the leather couch, covered in both their semen and he knows. He knows he has to face his demons. But would he?