27. Porter
PORTER
“Fuck yes!” Will practically shouts, his hard dick eagerly awaiting my offer, still trapped in his sweatpants.
I know this isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but what am I supposed to do?
Turn down the super-hot, super-nice man who was throwing himself at me?
I’m just a gay man, not a fucking saint with great self-restraint.
Hell, maybe I’m a masochist who enjoys lusting after someone he’ll never be able to keep, but maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world.
I’m twenty-one years old. I have so much life ahead of me.
I should take a page out of Will’s book and just enjoy a hookup for the good time that it is.
I don’t need to be thinking about relationships or what this will mean for our friendship after this weekend.
I’m always so fucking responsible. This trip was supposed to be a break from all that, so I’ve decided to embrace this for what it is.
Sure, a part of me definitely started panicking after our earlier hookup—if what we did even counts as a hookup—but in the shower, I tried to imagine the water washing away all my doubts and fears because they’re only holding me back.
What good would saying no do? I already have a crush—it’s too late to stop that.
I’ll need to get over him eventually, but I told myself to just make the most of this fantasy scenario I’ve found myself in and deal with the rest when I get back to real life tomorrow.
So far, it’s worked out so much better than I could have ever hoped—Will Carter blew me and then licked the cum off his finger. I’m still kind of in shock.
Now it’s my turn to return the favor, and I’m going to enjoy every second.
Will tugs off his shirt then pulls down his pants.
He swaps positions with me, sitting back against the couch while I shift between his spread legs, looking up at his flexed abs as his chest rises and falls rapidly, awaiting my touch.
His scent hits me as I lean closer, and it’s intoxicating, that clean masculine smell mixed with the faint musk of arousal and the lake house body wash I’ve been using.
His cock is thick and perfect—definitely bigger than my dildo—with a slight curve to it that I’m already imagining the feel of inside me.
The tip glistens with precum, and I can’t resist. I grip the base of his shaft as I lean forward and lap at his crown, tasting the salty bead gathering at the tip, just like he did to me.
I can’t help but moan, knowing this is my first taste of him. Of Will. If this is all I’ll get of him, I’m going to savor it. I’m going to be so good it’ll be my mouth he wishes was on his dick every single blowjob going forward.
“Fuck, Kitten.” Will’s voice is laced with desire as his fingers stroke my hair. I have no idea where that nickname came from, but it sends a shiver down my spine.
My tongue traces the ridge of his head, then dips into the slit to gather more of the addictive taste. I’m savoring this, watching his face as his eyes flutter shut. His mouth parts slightly, and I hum around him, loving that I’m the one making him feel this way.
Even if I know we’re only having fun.
Even if I’m well aware that Will might get back to campus and pretend none of this ever happened.
It didn’t mean anything. I just wanted someone to suck my dick. Don’t tell anyone, they wouldn’t believe you anyway.
The words echo in my mind, but this isn’t that. Will isn’t him. I force my thoughts back, focus on the present, on the way Will’s breathing is getting rougher.
“Fuck, P, so good,” Will praises, his eyes opening to meet mine, and they’re filled with lust, in a dark and hungry way.
Fantasies of him pinning me down and fucking me fill my mind.
Memories of earlier when I fucked myself to thoughts of him sitting there watching me come rushing back, and my dick twitches.
Maybe I could go for a third orgasm tonight.
Really make the most of our trip together.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him back deeper and deeper, letting my mouth replace my hand at the base of his dick. He’s thick enough that my jaw is stretched, and I like it.
My hand moves to his balls, and I tug on them gently before cradling them in my palm, giving them equal attention as they pull tight to his body. He’s so close already, and it makes me feral.
“God, that mouth,” he moans as I relax my throat under his praise and breathe through my nose, fighting my gag reflex as he hits the back of my throat. His hand tightens in my hair as his breathing grows ragged. “Fuck,” he moans. “Porter, oh my god.”
My eyes snap up to his, my mouth is still stretched obscenely around his dick, and his face is pure bliss.
His lips are parting in gasps and moans, his head tipped back against the couch, but his blue-green eyes are still locked on mine like he can’t look away.
It’s so sexy knowing it’s all for me, that I’m reducing him to this mess.
His hips begin moving, chasing his own pleasure, and I relax my throat more, letting him use my mouth however he wants. When I need to breathe, I pull back slightly to taunt him, wanting to see just how far he’ll go. “Is that all you’ve got? Fuck my throat like you mean it, Daddy. I want your cum.”
“I’m not going to last,” he warns as I tongue his slit before sucking him back down my throat.
Good. I don’t want him to last. I want him to fall apart on my tongue, so I increase my pace, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, twisting and sucking, trying to give him something he’ll remember, something he’ll compare every other blowjob to.
Will’s thighs begin to tremble around my head, and his breath is coming in quicker, shorter gasps as he continues to thrust in and out of my mouth, taking what he wants from me.
“Gonna come!” he warns, and I have no intention of pulling back. I want this. Want all of him because I’m greedy. I suck him until his body is arching as he spills into my mouth, hand fisting my hair almost painfully, but I love the burn. I swallow down every drop until there’s nothing left.
When I finally pull away, he’s collapsed against the couch, his chest heaving. His eyes are closed, but a smile is playing on his lips.
“Holy shit. That was the best blowjob of my life, I swear,” he praises. “I came so fast.”
His words light me up from the inside, and I preen knowing that was his first reaction, even as my brain tries to remind me not to read too much into it.
“Let’s go to bed,” he suggests, surprising me as he stands already, reaching his hand out for me to grab.
Will pulls me up from the floor, and I’m not sure if it’s the lingering taste of him in my mouth or the way my knees have gone slightly numb from kneeling, but my legs are unsteady.
He leads me toward the bedroom we’re sharing and drops down to lay on the bed, still holding onto me.
He pulls my hand toward him, and I collapse on top of him with a surprised yelp.
“Will!” I laugh as I roll off him, but I don’t move far. Once I steady myself, I turn onto my side to face him, and he mirrors me. We’re close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his bare skin.
“Are you okay?” Will asks me, even though I should probably be the one asking him that question.
“Yeah.” The word is an automatic reflex.
“You sure? Because things seemed a little weird between us earlier. I hope I didn’t push you with the dildo thing.”
My chest tightens at his concern. He’s worried about me, when I’m the one who should be apologizing, I’m the one who left the dildo out. “You didn’t push me. I’m sorry if me leaving that out was confusing. I didn’t mean to insinuate—”
“What? No,” Will cuts me off, moving to drape his arm over mine, his hand rubbing light touches on my shoulder. “I don’t think that at all, and for what it’s worth, I’m glad you left it out.”
“You are?”
“Yeah.” He chuckles, picking up on the disbelief in my tone. “Tonight was incredible. I’m so glad I was able to make it.”
“Me too,” I agree, and I mean it, despite the lingering fear I’ve tried to ignore about what tomorrow will bring. I might regret it later, but for now, I’m going to soak up whatever this is.
Will shifts, pulling me closer into his chest, and I go, letting him tuck me into him like I belong there.
I’ll be fine. I’m stronger now. Twenty-one-year-olds hook up with their friends all the time.
When I already know how this ends, it can’t hurt as badly, right?