The Broken Arm Favor - Chapter 5

By now, I was used to it. Every night, my hand was wrapped around Troye’s cock like it was just part of the routine. I didn’t even question it anymore—he’d call me over, or I’d crash at his place, and sooner or later his shorts would be around his thighs and my fist would be pumping him until he shot all over himself.

But tonight, he wanted to “spice it up.”

He grinned at me, reaching under his bed with his good hand until he pulled out a little bottle of lube. I blinked, my stomach flipping.

“You… had that ready?”

“Of course,” he said, shameless. “Figured it was time to upgrade.”

My throat went dry as he flipped it open and squeezed some into my palm. The slick, cold liquid made my skin tingle. I wrapped my hand around him, and holy fuck—the difference was unreal.

The lube made every stroke glide, wet and smooth, my fist sliding effortlessly up and down his thick shaft. He groaned instantly, his back arching, precum mixing with the slickness until it was messy as hell.

“Oh fuck, Connor—that’s it. Faster.”

I sped up, my hand squelching audibly with each pump. He clutched the sheets with his cast resting uselessly against his side, his good hand gripping my wrist to guide me.

“Tighter,” he begged. “Yeah—like that. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I tried not to lose it from his words alone. My cock was throbbing so hard in my shorts, leaking precum like crazy.

Then I noticed something—his left arm twitching slightly, the one in the cast. My eyes flicked up to him.

“Wait—didn’t it hurt when you move your left hand too?” I asked, breathless.

Troye laughed, sweat dripping down his temple. “Yeah, but not anymore. Plus… I like it better this way. You doing all the work.”

That laugh, that confidence while I was stroking him—it did something to me. My chest felt tight, like I was choking on how bad I wanted him.

He tugged at my wrist again, forcing me to slow down. “Now tease me. Just the head.”

So I did—swirling my thumb around his slick tip, rubbing circles until he whimpered. Then I stroked just under the crown, squeezing lightly, dragging my palm over the sensitive ridge. His hips bucked wildly, precum spilling everywhere.

“Connor—fuck—you’re the only one who could do this. Only you.”

The dirty talk shot straight to my cock. My boxers were soaked, precum sticking to my thighs.

Then he shifted closer, his hard body pressing against mine. “Let me try something. Don’t stop stroking.”

Before I could ask, he swung a leg over and ground his cock against my thigh, my hand still jerking him. The heat of him against me, the slippery mess of lube, the weight of his body leaning on mine—it sent shivers down my spine.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned, rutting against me while I pumped him fast. “Use me, bro. Fuck, I’m so close—don’t stop.”

I kept going, my hand a blur, his cock sliding through my lubed grip while his hips bucked against my leg. His moans were desperate now, his forehead pressed to my neck, hot breath on my skin.

And then he broke, body shuddering as he exploded. Cum spurted out, dripping onto my hand, onto my thigh, soaking the sheets in messy streaks.

I kept stroking through it, watching in awe as he painted himself in white, gasping against me, sweaty and trembling.

By the time I finally let go, we were both a sticky, panting mess. Cum all over the sheets, my thigh slick, my own cock painfully hard and leaking.

Troye collapsed back, breathless, a grin tugging at his lips. “Fuck, Connor… I swear, nobody will ever beat you.”

And me? I was trembling with need, realizing I’d just let him grind against me while I jerked him off—and all I wanted was more.