Ethan’s eyes rolled to the back of head and closed as his fingers grasped and began to move in an upward motion. My eyes drew wider at the pleasure pulsing through his face. He bit on his lower lip tightly, and his body began to heave in line with his slow hand movements.

My hand found its way into my boxers and unbuttoned the top flap, relieving myself of restraint. My fingers quivered as they embraced inside. Indifference drove through my veins and I was afraid to continue. At that moment, Ethan’s eyes reemerged, locked on me, lost in lust. He nodded.

“Go ahead little boy. You know you want to.”