Chapter 17 #2
“I’ve had it with girls, but they don’t have prostates, so it’ll be different. Figure out like, positions guys get into and stuff. Come on. You gotta hand it to me. That’s not a bad idea. We can take a few days to research.”
“Research?”
“Watch videos. Read some shit, watch some Toks about it… Then decide when we want to give it a go. Then when we feel like we’ve got it figured out, we can go mess around with guys or girls, and we don’t have to be totally embarrassed about not knowing what we’re doing.
Not that I’d be embarrassed, but for you.
” As his eyes narrow, I quickly say, “Kidding. Jesus, we’ve been getting along fine.
Figured you can take some jokes. It would be a win-win for both of us. ”
His gaze shifts, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking until he says, “Sometimes you don’t come up with totally shit ideas, I guess.”
As his smirk returns, I notice that burning sensation in my chest is practically gone, and I’ve got this lighter feeling in my belly. Playful even.
“When was the last time you were tested?” I ask before volunteering, “I tested negative in my panel right after the last time, with uh…Em and…Dani, I think?”
He groans. “You could at least pretend to remember their names.”
“I remember it was fun.”
He cringes. “More things I don’t need to hear, but I was tested after my last time with my girlfriend, also negative.”
All that anxiety has quickly turned to eagerness. “Well, sounds like we’re all set for a real good time.”
I move in and take a kiss, pushing him back beside the doorframe of the bathroom, my hand under his chest plate. I kiss down his chin to his throat, and he rolls his head back, moaning, “Fuck.”
“See how much better things can be when we work together?” I tease him before running my hand down to his crotch, where I can tell that monster dick is already expanding. I pull back the elastic waistband of his gladiator skirt and shove my hand down, feeling his girth. “Is that for me?”
“Don’t be a dick when I just started not being mad at you again.”
He’s back to being fun and playful Mart, the one I prefer.
“We gonna shake on our new agreement?” he asks.
I stretch his waistband some more, glancing down to get a good view of him as I jerk him.
A wicked idea springs to mind.
“I got something better than a shake…”
If we’re going for this, then I might as well really go for it.
I squat down, dragging his pteruges with me until I’m on my knees, that thick cock pointing toward me, slightly angled up, letting me know exactly how hard Marty is.
“You’re not seriously about to do this, are you?”
“I mean, gotta start somewhere…unless you don’t want me to.”
“You think I’m gonna say no to a blowjob?” His lips twist into a smile.
This is a wild thing to try, but I want to show him how serious I am about our arrangement. And I notice what the idea’s doing to my own dick.
“Well, you just let me know what feels good.” I study his cock, his balls. Licking my lips, I move closer and run my tongue from the middle of his shaft to the head.
“Fuck,” he moans as I probe some more.
There’s this uneasiness in me, and I know it’s because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with a cock, but I’m determined to figure it out.
I think about the way girls have gone down on me in the past, and I raise my hand, gripping his balls, applying a little pressure, which makes his cock angle even more.
“That firms you up,” I observe.
I offer another lick, but I realize I’m stalling.
It’s time to go for it, so I take some of the head into my mouth, feeling as his cock pushes at the insides of my cheeks, opening my jaw up.
Marty’s hand rests on my head, stroking.
Fuck, if I knew it would feel this good to have my lips around a man’s dick, I would’ve tried it a lot sooner. Seems to be a theme with Mart.
I descend farther onto him, taking him deep, but there’s still a good chunk I can’t get in, and when I try, it’s getting too close to my gag reflex.
I run my tongue along the bottom of his shaft as I pull off, giving an extra tease under the head before letting it drop, that wet dick shining in the room light.
I look up to Marty, whose eyes are closed.
He was clearly letting himself enjoy the head.
When I push to my feet, he opens his eyes, panic in his expression, as though he thinks I’m gonna leave him hanging. “Wh—wh—”
“Come to the bed,” I instruct, and Mart doesn’t ask questions, just follows as I hop on and lie back so that my head’s off the side.
“One time a girl was struggling to take me, and we did this, so I think it might help with that Hulk cock. Come on, slide it in.” I open my mouth, eagerly anticipating getting that thing back in me.
Marty feeds it to me inch by inch, getting farther back than I was able to when I was on my knees. It’s so fucking satisfying—I’m impressed with myself, and I’m sure Marty must be too. He rocks his hips as my mouth serves his cock’s needs.
“Oh hell, Ryan. Your mouth feels amazing.”
He keeps on before I get a salty taste of precum. Fuck, that makes me so hungry for more.
I reach back and grip his ass, encouraging him to speed up.
“Holy shit…holy hell…”
Where there was tension and heat in my chest earlier, there’s now a swirl of excitement, radiating outward, the pride of knowing that, for a guy who’s never done this, I’m clearly not doing such a bad job.
Keeping one hand on his ass cheek, I slide the other under my waistband and grip my firm cock, stroking as I continue taking all that he has to give me.
“I don’t know how much longer I can go like this,” he warns. “I’ll pull out when I’m close.” He must be waiting for a response because he says, “Squeeze my ass twice if that works.”
I have to keep from chuckling, but I also appreciate his consideration, and I give two squeezes to confirm.
When he picks up his pace, I do the same with my cock. He expands even more in my mouth. I’m sure it can’t be much, but with how much space he’s taking up already, it feels like a lot. There’s another burst of precum, the flavor exploding in my mouth.
“I’m about to—fuck,” Marty warns before sliding his cock out. He grabs at his dick, and I don’t know what’s come over me, maybe from tasting his precum, maybe because I’m so into it, but I say, “Stick it back in.”
“No, I’m about to—”
“Give it to me. I want it.”
It’s not a request, it’s an order. I’m fucking feral to know what it’ll feel like.
And Marty hasn’t even gotten it into my mouth before he explodes, the warmth rushing across my cheek before he sticks himself back into my mouth, his load assuring me he’s far from finished.
I never imagined it’d feel so good to have cum coating my tongue, but it’s apparently all I needed to take me to the end, and a quick jolt pulses through me before my release shoots across my abs, leaving me in a fit of quivers and spasms as I swallow him down.
Between his release in my mouth and my own, I’m lost in pleasure, gasping as I recover from the thrill of everything that just happened. As I catch my breath, Marty says, “Hey, you’re about to get some cum in your eyes. Keep them closed, and I’ll grab you a towel.”
I hear his footsteps, and I can’t help but laugh.
Even though we don’t always get along, Marty has this considerate side to him. Not exclusively because I helped him get off. I see it all the time around the other frats.
He returns and wipes up my face. “Okay, you can open them now.”
As I do, I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek. Fuck, I’m hungry for him.
He gazes down at me, looking stunned.
“Impressed?” I ask.
“Shocked, for sure.”
“Wish I’d known how good you tasted. I would have made you shoot in my mouth sooner. Told you I’d be good at this.”
He rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a smile. “Well, like you said, this was our shake on our new agreement.”
That excitement in my chest intensifies.
Because I know it’s fucking on.