Curiosity Killed the Joestar

Joseph moved again and he did find it to be more comfortable than his previous position, but the discomfort that came from everything else stayed with him. His entire body felt hot and he swore his heart was going to give out. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"I, uh..." Joseph cleared his throat. "...what are you gonna do?"

"I figure...we can start easy," he said, stroking Joseph's cheek. "Nothing complicated." He reached into the night stand and grabbed some of the hamon oil he had stashed for this purpose. He pulled down Joseph's pants and underwear--pausing momentarily to stare at the pink fabric--and then poured a little of the oil onto his fingers. Very gently, he began rubbing the oil all over Joseph's cock, from the base to the tip.

Joseph shifted uncomfortably beneath Caesar's touch. His hands were ever so slightly cold, but far softer than Joseph had expected. He bit his lip as he tried to swallow back involuntary noises. Never before had someone else touched him there, hell nobody had ever even seen him like this before. It was almost too much, it made him want to shove Caesar away and pull his pants back and run. But he didn't, because he reminded himself that he trusted Caesar and more than anything else, this is what he wanted.

Caesar very gently caressed Joseph's cheek and pulled him into a kiss, hoping to distract him from his nervousness. He began to slowly stroke his cock, sending small ripples of hamon into certain sensitive areas.

Joseph almost immediately latched onto Caesar, kissing him more roughly than he meant to. As soon as he felt Caesar using the ripple he inhaled sharply, unable to silence himself any longer. His face burned as he panted softly, already feeling close to orgasm. The thought embarrassed him horribly, talk about having no stamina.

Caesar kissed him back even more passionately, glad he was finally relaxing. He stroked him faster and faster as his muscular body shook; he was surprised by just how turned on the sight made him. He ran his free hand over Joseph's chest, teasing his nipples.

Joseph tried to shove Caesar away but it was too late, and he came horribly quickly. He felt his face burn an even deeper shade of red now; he had hardly lasted five minutes.

"I-I..." he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what exactly.

"Are you ready for my turn?" he teased, tilting Joseph's chin up so they met eyes. "Was it good, or was I too rough?"

"...it was good," he admitted, still embarrassed at how quickly he came. Then, he grinned wryly. "...see, I told you I could make you hard."

Caesar groaned, but there was a playful tone to his voice. "If I admit you did, will you take responsibility for fixing it?"

Joseph grinned still, despite the flushing of his cheeks.

"Sure, sure," he replied, feeling a rather sudden surge of confidence.

"Would you be embarrassed if I told you it was really your face just now that did it?" he teased, winking. He pulled down his pants and guided Joseph's hand to his cock.

"Yeah right," Joseph replied pouting slightly, but even so he blushed even more.

He ran his fingers over Caesar's dick, but he could almost see his hands shaking. Somehow, it felt a thousand times different touching someone else than it did touching himself.

"If you're uncomfortable, I can do it myself," he added, watching Joseph's expression. "Don't push yourself to do something you don't want to do."

"No, I'm not, I'm fine," he insisted, looking up at Caesar. "Really." He leaned over and kissed Caesar on the lips for a moment, hoping it would give him the courage he needed.

Caesar pulled him into another, deeper kiss, pressing their tongues together; this time it was less for Joseph and more for him. He ran his hand over Joseph's chest, feeling up every inch. He had fantasized about touching him so intimately many times before, and wasn't about to pass up an opportunity.

Joseph moaned into Caesar's mouth, which he found horribly embarrassing in and of itself. This time, he let Caesar take the lead; he didn't know what he was doing anyway, and it felt more natural this way. He was so caught up in the kiss that he almost forgot he was supposed to giving Caesar a handjob, to which he remedied by tracing his fingers over Caesar's dick and exploring every inch he could. He had never done this sort of thing before, so he might as well take his time and take it slow. He wondered briefly if Caesar minded, as he ran his fingers over his inner thighs.

Indeed, Caesar didn't mind; Joseph's little moans had lit a fire in him, and he kissed him all the more aggressively, sucking on his lips and scraping them with his teeth. He moved his hips almost without thinking, grinding against Joseph's hand.

Joseph was more than happy to oblige Caesar and begin to jerk him off. He pressed against him even more, enjoying every second of their kisses. His heart no longer felt like it would explode from his chest, now he was thoroughly enjoying this moment. In fact, he didn't want to end.

Though Caesar was very hard, he had impressive stamina; as he was not in danger of cumming soon, he took advantage of the moment and groped Joseph's ass.

Joseph flinched out of pure surprise, then he grinned.

"...you really were staring at my ass," he said with a wide grin.

"Like you weren't staring at mine," he retorted, hoping Joseph wouldn't notice the extra color rising to his cheeks. "Aren't you supposed to be jerking me off, not interrogating me?"

Joseph snickered but fell silent again as he pressed another kiss to Caesar's lips. He moves his hand faster, just to appease Caesar.

Caesar pulled away, meeting Joseph's eyes. "Now I'm curious--just what were you staring at?"

Joseph turned bright red and looked away from Caesar.

"I-I thought you didn't want an interrogation," he mumbled quickly.