His hand is led and his fingers brushed against Mitch's cock and J's surprised at how warm it is. Of course his own is as well, but he's rarely this hard --or that's how it used to be-- and doesn't often touch himself. Technically, he knows how to get himself off, though he would argue he's not good at it and doesn't have as much practice as most guys. He took up a brief fascination with his body and its behaviors as an adolescent, but grew out of that within a year.

Mitch works to set him at ease and J swallows and nods, finding himself in this position again ...someone wanting him to share something he's so sure he doesn't have to give. He wonders why Mitch doesn't just screw him. It would have to be so much easier from the bottom and he could deal with whatever discomfort there might be. It would be quicker and he wouldn't be doing it wrong.

J closes his fingers around Mitch, the same as the boy does to him, and his breath shakes. He moves his hand the way it's demonstrated and there's slick, wet precum sliding under his fingers. His hand tightens as he tries again. He lets Mitch set a rhythm and keeps his hand tight just to keep from shaking.