Project Bliss Chapter 1.2

Last time... Dan catches his co-worker Mac jerking it. Still addled with thoughts of Mia fingering him, he finds himself unable to walk away.

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He is not looking at Mac, gaze jumping everywhere in the room as he very much tries not to look at the other’s cock.

His belly flips slow and (delicious) nauseating when he realizes he is picturing it in his mind regardless, thinking about how he’s not cut, the skin looking silky and… luxurious as it is bunched beneath the flushed tip.

Dan’s face feels hot. He has his hand pressed against his mouth and can smell the grease from the engine he’s been in elbow deep up until a few moments ago. It helps him ground him at least a little.

He’s still in the real world, and as such, he should do the logical thing and leave.

But he doesn’t, and Mac is quiet, staring at him, cock still in his fucking hand as the video he’s been looking at is running and filling the silence with the rough, punched-out groans of the men having a much better time than Dan is right now.

“Didn’t know you liked…”

He’s a man of few words and he does not know why he even speaks now, or why that is what comes out of his mouth. Mac just stares at him. His eyes are very big and very dark when Dan chances a glance at him.

Christ, he’s only half his age. Still experimenting. Figuring himself out. Dan probably just scared his dick into retreating into his body or some shit.

Only that he’s still very hard, and, as Dan glances, it is flexing in the big knuckled grip Mac has on himself.

Dan finds himself staring. He can’t help it.

Mac’s thumb moves, manipulating the soft fold of foreskin; pushing it up across the head and then pulling it back down. Dan finds himself reminded of Mia playing with him that way. How she likes to suck the generous slip of skin between her lips and snake her little hot tongue in the opening to kiss the tip against his glans. How she likes to lewdly slurp at the salty pre-cum gathering in the folds…

“You can come here, y’know…”

Dan glances up at Mac’s face. The kid is licking his lips, eyes trained low on Dan’s body… right where his slowly fattening cock is starting to tent his jeans, he realizes as a wave of heat washes through him. He should not have thought of Mia. He should not have stayed when it gets so difficult to breathe without pulling in the thick, salty smell of Mac’s dick.

The kid’s eyes flick up to his face now. He lifts his other hand still holding his phone and wiggles it.

“We can watch together. Y’know.”

Dan’s face screws up. He wants to physically recoil from the suggestion, but the fact remains that he’s hard, and the rough grunts from the phone, accentuated by sharp, wet slapping sounds is doing things to him, and Mac looks more and more at ease with the situation; leaning back and spreading his legs far apart as he starts to slowly move his big hand along his cock again.

Dan’s legs move before he can think better of it, and Mac grunts at him in vague acknowledgement when he finally takes a heavy seat next to him.

His hands move on autopilot as he leans back to get his gut out of the way while opening his heavy belt.

Mac is tight and young, but his vague feeling of shame dissipates when his cock is out and the kid takes a sidelong glance at it, licking his lips.

“Damn. Nice.”

And that is that. This is happening, apparently; and Dan can’t help but blame Mia for it.