Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I pull him close and raise a hand to cup the back of his head. Then I dive right in, pushing my tongue past his lips until he moans and meets every thrust inside his mouth.
The weirdest part about kissing a guy is that it doesn’t feel weird at all.
Tyson’s slimmer than I am, but he’s definitely more muscular than I’m used to. Yet, it turns out that doesn’t matter to me. Neither does his short hair or his five-o’clock shadow. Everything that is a typically masculine trait doesn’t mean shit to me when the things he can do with his tongue is all I can focus on.
I want to feel it elsewhere—everywhere—but I also don’t want to break my mouth away from his to ask.
Tyson reaches between us and undoes the button and fly on my jeans. I’m practically a whimpering mess when he pulls my cock out of my underwear and gives it a long, hard stroke.
“Regretting your choices yet?” he rasps against my lips.
I shudder. “Not one fucking bit.” My hips thrust forward, and I throw my head back.
He sucks on my neck, and I can’t hold back the strained groan, which sounds like pleasure and pain all at once. Because it is. I need relief, but all his hand is doing while it works me over is sending me closer and closer to the edge without actually getting there.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“I have a better idea.” The smile in Tyson’s tone is evident, and as I watch him sink to his knees, my cock jerks, and precum leaks. Tyson licks it away while he stares up at me, and I have to clench every muscle in my body to stop me from coming suddenly. I want his mouth on me.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a blowjob more in my life. I grip the edge of the washing machine behind me in anticipation, but he doesn’t give me what I want. Not right away.
He strokes me with one hand, watching my reaction. With his other hand, he fumbles with his own pants and frees his erection.
If there was ever going to be a moment I’d feel too weird to continue, I figured it would be when another dick gets involved, but as I watch him jerk off in time with the hand that’s stroking me, I’m mesmerized by the sensation.
That’s when he covers my cock with his mouth. He takes me to the back of his throat on the first go, and I have to bite my lip from shouting at the top of my lungs.
Goddamn, that feels amazing. I gargle something that kind of sounds like that aloud, but it just makes Tyson pull off me and chuckle.
“It’s about to get better. Don’t hold back. Fuck my mouth and come down my throat.”
Never in my life has anyone ever said such filthy things to me.
Tyson’s so eager, so willing, that his encouragement is all I need. I start to use him exactly as he told me to. I might not know how I’ll feel about this hookup tomorrow or the day after that, but I do know I’ll remember Tyson being so cool about it. And I’ll definitely remember how hot he looks on his knees, his mouth wide open and taking my dick over and over again until his eyes water. His own hand works himself madly, and the visual makes my brain short-circuit.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Fuck! Tyson.” I don’t want to tear my gaze away, but I have to slam my eyes shut as I unload in his mouth.
Cum dribbles out the side of his lips. He moans, and the vibration on my cock is the perfect finale for a phenomenal blowjob. Easily best blowjob I’ve ever had.
Then Tyson pulls off my cock and looks down at his hand that’s jerking him.
I almost offer to do that for him but hesitate for the briefest of seconds at the idea of touching another man’s dick. It’s not like I’m not used to seeing them around locker rooms. But touching one … Yeah, I think I could do it.
But it’s too late. Tyson reaches for my abs and fists his hand in my shirt. He grunts and comes all over the floor, breath heaving as he convulses into his hand.
When he slows, he looks up at me with flushed cheeks and a satisfied smile on his lips. His hand releases my shirt, and I grip his wrist to help pull him off the floor.
We stare at each other silently, our chests heaving.
“I don’t know what to say after something like that,” I admit.
“A ‘thank you’ won’t go astray, but you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” He moves toward the toilet paper to clean up, while I tuck myself away.
“Umm, it was a good graduation present.” My joke falls a little flat, but Tyson laughs anyway.