One Drop on the Rug

Part II

Evan pulled the sounding rod gently from Juniper's hand, their eyes locking for a moment. Evan's eyebrows raised slightly, as did the corners of his mouth until he grinned at Juniper with an open-mouthed smile. Juniper blinked and straightened, placing a hand on his own chest and looking around the library as though someone might walk in at any moment. But there was no one else here.

"If you're too nervous, I can stop," Evan said, looking at Cory, who still had his eyes closed, breathing heavy on Evan's shoulder. "Or Cory and I can go elsewhere." Juniper looked at Evan, at his cock held upright by the pushed-down edge of his pants, at the vibrating rod glistening with Evan's saliva and the sweat from Juniper's hand. Juniper flexed his fingers, feeling the lingering moisture there.

Cory opened his eyelids and looked at Juniper, his golden-brown eyes pooling in a mixture of concern and... pleading.

Looking back to Evan, Juniper said, quietly, "I... I don't think I want you to stop."

Evan's grin returned, and he raised the sounding rod a little higher. For a moment, Juniper thought Evan was going to plunge it abruptly into himself, but instead, Evan lowered the rod down slowly, so slowly, gently approaching the tip of his own cock, which he now braced with his other hand. Juniper flexed his fist again, feeling awkward about standing around, doing nothing. Nothing but watching.

The sounding rod was centimeters from Evan's urethra, and Juniper saw Evan's cock twitch in the man's hand, eager and spilling a single drop of cum out onto the rug beneath Juniper's desk.

Evan met Juniper's eyes, both of them knowing full well that it was Juniper's desk, Juniper's rug, Juniper's floor, and yet Evan's bare ass sat on the dark wooden finish, and now his cum would forever soak into that rug's swirling patterns of orange and gold and green.

"You're welcome to continue to watch," Evan said, his voice low and cocky, still hovering the rod achingly close to his tip, "but I'd also invite you to touch."

Juniper swallowed again, though his feet felt less leaden than they had before. He took another step forward. He was not prepared to touch Evan, but he did kneel down to get a better view of what Evan meant to do.

Evan smiled and tossed his head back, clearly enjoying this, and Juniper couldn't find it in himself to be bothered by that.

Gripping his cock tightly, Evan lowered the long, metal sounding rod so it made contact with the opening of his urethra. Immediately, moans spilled deliciously from Evan's mouth, and Cory instinctively reached up to gently touch the man's throat, feeling into the vibrations there, just as Cory had done so many times during Juniper's own expressions of pleasure. Again, Juniper could not be anything other than elated that Cory was enjoying himself, especially as Juniper was riveted to the motions of Evan's hands as they coaxed the rod deeper and deeper into his urethra.

It was rhythmic and intoxicating, the way Evan rocked his hips forward and back to push the rod just a little deeper, and Juniper's cock throbbed endlessly in his pants, straining. He could not help but wonder what it would feel like--the cool metal of the rod, the vibrations. Would it hurt? Would it... Juniper imagined himself cumming immediately after trying to insert such a thing, the ejaculate partially blocked by the rod and causing yet more pressure, and he let out a full-bodied moan of his own, unable to catch it in time.

Evan and Juniper locked gazes again, and as though to cover for his outburst, Juniper reached toward the base of Evan's cock, grasping it softly even as he continued to look into Evan's gray-blue eyes. Evan was breathing hard, his arm and pectoral muscles flexing pleasantly in time with the rocking of his hips. Juniper gave Evan's cock a squeeze, curious if he could feel the rod beneath the hard flesh of Evan's cock. He thought he could, but only just. Evan's erection was impressively taut.

By now, Evan had pushed the rod all the way into himself, and Juniper didn't fully understand where all that length had gone, but Evan only moaned louder, breaking eye contact and throwing his head back again, rocking harder now.

"Evan," Cory whispered, unwilling to open his eyes. "Juniper," Cory said, almost as an afterthought, "I can't see you... Are you... are you enjoying it?"

Juniper couldn't even pretend otherwise. "Yes, Cory. Yes. Gods, yes."