26. Will #2
“Do you like me touching you?” I ask, my voice low.
“Was my hard dick not making that obvious enough?” he replies, voice breathy.
My hand grazes his bare stomach before wandering up his chest, pushing his crop top up as I do before helping him out of the shirt entirely.
I watch everything—the way his throat bobs when he swallows, how hard his nipples are, and how he leans into my touch like he’s trying not to rush me but wants to feel me everywhere.
When my fingers trail lower again to the top of his waistband, I pause, looking up at him.
He meets my eyes and gives the smallest nod.
I drop to my knees in front of him as he sits up on the edge of the couch. I tug his waistband down as he raises his hips and toss his pants aside, looking up at him with a gulp as I take in his naked form.
My hands are trembling slightly, and I hope he doesn’t notice.
I don’t want him to think I’m second-guessing anything—it’s from the anticipation of what’s about to happen and the nerves of wanting to make sure I make it good for him.
I’m already rock-hard just thinking about touching his dick.
This might be my first time, but I’m way too turned on to let that hold me back from making the most of this.
My eyes lock on his cock. I’ve obviously seen dicks before—hell, I saw his a few hours ago—but never up close and personal like this.
He’s fully erect, tip straining in my direction with a pink, flushed head.
My eyes travel up his shaft, and he looks like he shaves, or waxes maybe, because there’s almost no hair at the base of him.
It’s really sexy. He’s a little smaller than me, but he’s perfectly proportioned.
I had no idea that another man’s cock could be so appealing, but all I can think about right now is how there are so many things I want to do with him and his perfect dick.
“I thought you said you wanted to touch my dick?” he taunts, and it breaks through whatever daze I was in.
I wrap my palm around his shaft, feeling his weight. His skin is silky smooth and perfect as I slowly move my hand up and down. “Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that,” he sighs, his teasing momentarily forgotten now that I’m hopefully making him feel good. “Just like you touch yourself.”
My hand continues to move, experimenting with different pressures and motions, watching his face for reactions. When I find what makes him gasp, I stick with it, my confidence growing with every breathy sound he makes.
“I think I’m good at this part now. What’s next?” I ask. I don’t want him to order me around or anything, but I want to check in and make sure he’s still okay with what we’re doing.
“Are you sure you’re ready for more?” Porter teases, but I wonder if maybe he’s also trying to check in, so I hope I sound confident as I respond.
“What, you think I can’t handle it?” I smirk.
Porter looks down at me and smirks. “You’re really cocky for someone who’s never had a dick in their mouth before.”
I scoff but don’t argue. I just lean in and lick around his head, lapping at the bead of precum that’s waiting for me. It’s a bit salty, and the taste surprises me a little, but it’s not unpleasant. I wrap my lips around his shaft, bobbing slightly at the tip, getting used to the feel.
“You can take more than that,” Porter encourages through little gasps and moans. It’s so fucking hot seeing him fall apart like this while I’m on my knees for him.
I answer by taking him further back in my mouth with a bit more confidence now that I’ve adjusted to his size and what a dick in my mouth feels like. I explore him with my tongue as I continue to slowly work him in deeper and deeper without gagging around him.
“You look so sexy right now with my dick between your lips,” Porter groans, and I try to laugh, but it’s really not possible with his cock in my mouth, so it turns into more of a gag. He smiles at that, and his whole face is lit up. He’s gorgeous.
“God, Will,” he moans my name, and I love that sound. “You’re… you’re really good at this.”
I pull back, grinning up at him as a wink. “And you doubted me.”
He laughs, though it comes out more like a gasp as I take him back into my mouth. “Show-off.”
As I continue to lick and suck and bob on his dick, I don’t think I’ve ever been this aware of my own body.
Every nerve feels lit up, like my brain flipped a switch and suddenly I’m fully present in a way I’ve never been before.
My dick is straining in my sweatpants, but as much as I want to reach in and stroke myself, I don’t dare take any of my focus off Porter.
There’s something dizzying about how natural this feels. It’s like my body just knows what to do. I love that he’s watching me so intently every time I look up at him. I’m doing my best to note every sound he makes, every whimper and groan so I can make this the best blowjob I possibly can.
I can tell he’s getting close. I want to make him come, want to see him fall apart under my hands, my mouth. His breathing picks up, and his body is tensing. This might be the first time I’ve had a dick in my mouth, but I know when an orgasm sounds like it’s close.
“Pull off,” he warns.
I attempt to listen, but it’s too late, so I do my best to swallow his release as some hits my chin and neck as I pull back.
It’s salty, just like his precum. I use my thumb to wipe the cum on my chin and throat, and hold it in front of me to look at.
I’ve seen my own cum a thousand times, but never another guy’s.
The urge to show him I’m serious about enjoying this even if it’s so new to me is nagging at me, and instead of wiping the cum on my finger somewhere, I suck it into my mouth.
“Wow,” he says finally, catching his breath, voice still rough. “Just… wow. You’re full of surprises apparently.”
“Is that a good thing?” I ask, suddenly feeling vulnerable again.
“I hope so,” he answers with a smile. “Now, do you want to learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end when you’re with another man?”