Chapter 23 #3
What would he think of me? Would he like my dick? That wasn’t a thought I’d ever had before, or a worry I’d carried.
The heat of his hand was so intense, the texture so foreign, my legs began to shake.
“Shhh,” Jason murmured, even though I hadn’t said anything. “That’s it. Relax, baby. Just let me feel you.” I sucked in a breath, unsurprised when Jason’s eyes went straight to my chest. He licked his lips, eyes hot on my nipples before his gaze snapped up.
And still…he just kept holding me.
“You feel good,” he promised, answering the question in my eyes.
“Such a big dick for such a big boy, huh, Joe? Should’ve known you’d be proportional.
” I squirmed, and the wicked glint in Jason’s eyes only grew brighter.
“And…” He inhaled, lips curling into a smirk.
“Just as messy as I’d thought you’d be,” Jason husked, barely skimming my dick and balls before he curled what he could of his palm around my cock and scraped up the cum in a fluid motion.
It was so tight, so abrupt, I nearly whined.
Jason’s hand popped out of my pants, glistening with slick.
Slippery and viscous, the cum on his skin reflected the overhead light.
He held it up, eyes drifting over the creamy streaks thoughtfully.
And then he made a contemplative face and brought it up to his mouth.
Two fingers slid past his lips at the same time as he sucked my cum right off them.
I did whine then.
The first real sound I’d made.
Couldn’t fight it back. Not when he was—when he was—
Ohgodhewaslickingmycum.
Did he think it tasted good?
Did he—
“Not bad,” Jason purred when his fingers popped free. “Not bad at all. That’s very good to know.”
Thank god.
My cock pulsed, still processing the visual stimuli of Jason doing what he’d…what he’d just done. It felt cold without his hand on it. Attempting to rise to the occasion, yes, but mostly just…lonely. Because now that I knew what it felt like to have someone else’s hand on it, I wanted more of that.
Right now.
I wanted his hand back inside my pants.
I wanted to rub my dick all over his fingers.
Wanted to hump and hump and hump.
God, maybe I really was a puppy.
I’d never felt anything like this before.
Just thinking about sex had always made me shy. I’d avoided it. Even fast-forwarded clips when I watched movies just because looking at sex made me embarrassed. Even when it was fictional.
But this?
This was nothing like watching some random stranger get naked for a camera. Being with Jason felt right. I felt safe. I was still embarrassed but…but I wanted more anyway. I trusted him not to judge me. Trusted him to see me at my most vulnerable.
But most of all…I trusted him to make me feel good.
“Will you touch it again?” I asked, surprised by how needy my voice sounded.
“Touch your dick?” Jason clarified. His voice was teasing. “Why?”
I glared at him.
“Did it feel good having my hand on you?” He was bullying me. It was so mean—so mean. But I still wanted it. Wanted him. In fact, I desired him even more because of it. He was always calling everyone else bullies but he was the real terror.
Taking mercy on me, Jason’s hand slipped inside my pants without any further pleas. He cupped my cock again, firmer this time. “You want your cock held, is that it?” he asked. “You want it resting somewhere nice and warm?”
My dick pulsed as Jason’s fingers wiggled lower, cupping my balls.
“Answer me, Joe.”
“Y-yes,” my voice broke, to my own humiliation. “No?” I wanted…I wanted… “M-more?”
“More it is.” Again, he offered me mercy.
For a beat I wondered what he was going to do. Anticipation throbbed between my thighs, making me squirm. Was he going to rub me? Was that what he was going to do? Oh god. Oh god, yes. Maybe he’d jerk me off hard and quick, the way I touched myself. Maybe he’d—
Fantasies ran rampant, filling my head.
Reality came rushing back in soon after.
Because Jason still had not moved, despite agreeing to my pleas.
“You know,” Jason said conversationally, an almost evil glint in his eyes. I couldn’t believe he had his hand on my dick and he was still talking.
Actually, scratch that.
I totally could.
He could be such a jerk sometimes.
It was just one of the many things I appreciated about him.
“This is a first for me too. I’ve never touched someone else’s dick before,” Jason finished his thought.
Finally taking mercy on me, he wiggled lower, till his fingers tapped the seam between my balls.
It was a light tap. Not meant to hurt. The sensation was just—fuck.
Against my will, my eyes fluttered shut.
I could hardly hear over the rushing in my ears.
I pressed my hips into him, begging for more pressure.
“Pussies? Yeah,” Jason continued. “But you don’t have a pussy.”
His fingers slid further, back past my balls. I widened my stance, feeling half-crazed with how bad I wanted him to keep touching me. I was hungry in a way I’d never been hungry before.
“You know what you do have though…? A very nice, snug little hole I’d bet.
And those are my very favorite.” Jason made a frustrated sound when the confines of my jeans stopped him from reaching his target.
His hand was out of my pants liquid quick.
He leaned back on his knees, no longer hovering, both hands going for the hem of my pants.
Fingers tangled in my belt loops, Jason paused.
“Yes or no?” he offered, staring down at me. “Keep in mind that there’s no wrong answer. I won’t be upset at you. You can say—”
“Yes,” I cut him off. I squirmed, and Jason grinned. He was doing it on purpose. Making me reiterate my consent because it made me blush every time he did.
“You sure?”
“Stop checkin’ with me every goddamn second, Jesus Christ.”
Jason laughed. The sound was sweet as cider. He nodded. Just once. And all the concern in his eyes disappeared, replaced by mischief.
In one swift movement Jason jerked my pants down my hips. He didn’t take my boxers off. Like he could sense I was too shy to be fully naked, even if I wanted his fingers on my…oh god.
On my most private places.
The places I’d never ventured in a sexy way.
Been too shy to want to try.
Then he was leaning over me again, that wickedly hot hand sliding beneath the hem of my boxers for a third time. Down, down it went, palm skimming the length of my cock and balls, back where it’d been before. In the secret, sweat damp crease of my ass.
“There we go,” Jason purred, hand sliding further, further until—I jerked.
“Mmm. That’s what I wanted.” Jason’s middle finger tapped my asshole.
I had to practically lift my leg to give him room to touch back there.
The position was humiliating. Submissive.
I didn’t know how to feel about how much I loved it.
Sweat beaded at my temple, my head so fuzzy I wasn’t certain I had a brain at all anymore.
“That’s my…” I managed, though that was a miracle. “That’s my—”
“Your ass?” Jason gave my hole another tap. “Mhm.” My knees nearly buckled. “I was right, by the way. It’s a very nice little hole. Shy but nice.” Another tap. My dick was hard again. Which was a fucking miracle. I’d never gotten hard twice in a row. Ever.
“How can you tell? You can’t even see it—”
“Do you want me to look at it?” Jason asked, voice low. “Want me to pull your boxers down, spread your legs, part those sweet cheeks, and take a peek?”
“N-no,” I whined.
“I think you do.” Jason gave my hole a little harder rub. “I think you’re just shy. Shy, sweet, slutty baby Joe.” I made an overwhelmed sound and his hand retreated as quickly as it had come. I mourned the loss of his touch the moment it was gone.
“Back—” I gasped, hands finding his wrist and shoving it back down inside my boxers. “Please. Want you to…to touch. S-sorry. Want it. Just…lots. It’s—”
“God, you’re perfect,” Jason groaned. “Okay,” he agreed. “Just so I understand, you want me to touch. But not look.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I can do that.” Jason pulled his hand out of my clothes again, and I scowled at him. A sharp bark of laughter escaped him at the sight. “I’m just changing angles, baby boy. One sec. Let me get a better feel of where I’m going to fuck you.”
Where he was going to—
This time when his hand slipped into the back of my pants it was woah—yeah.
That was better.
Better because he had slid his hand around my back and dipped beneath my boxers and into my crease from behind.
Better because he could rub, rub, rub at my hole, and I could fuck, fuck, fuck against his stomach.
Better because my cock was hard again, the tip at risk of slipping through the slit in my boxers and making direct contact.
I squirmed.
My bare dick touching Jason? Pushing against his sweater. Leaving streaks of cum on the fabric. Jesus. This wasn’t going to take long. Just like the first time hadn’t.
Jason’s fingers were sticky with my cum as he leisurely played with my hole. Stroking in circles the same way he’d toyed with my chest. In no rush. Even though we were in the break room at his work, and I was positively leaking.
“You know, from what I’ve gathered from the internet and porn—” he said, again, conversationally. “Normally we’d go for a handjob before we get to anything to do with this.” He gave my hole a little tap that sent shockwaves exploding through me. “There’s a natural order to things.”
“I don’t care,” I whined.
“Really?” He grinned. “I must’ve pegged you wrong. I thought you were a rule-follower.”
“You haven’t pegged me at all.” Shit. I hadn’t thought that through. Jason’s eyebrows climbed up.
“That sounded like a complaint.”
“It was.”
“Should I contact HR?”
God, he was doing this on purpose. I couldn’t stop squirming. Couldn’t stop the way the need for touch, real touch, kept climbing, climbing, climbing.
“Stop fucking around and touch me,” the words spilled free before I could stop them.