21. Kieran #2
Oh. That was surprisingly well thought out.
“Alright, Ryan, let’s see if you can actually get another guy off,” I prompt, attempting to project confidence even though I’m kind of freaking out. This whole night has been so unexpected.
“Don’t call me that,” he says seriously, looking right at me.
“Ryan?” I check. “Isn’t the dude-bro-last-name thing what all your jock friends call you?”
“Yeah, but just… can you not?” he asks. I’m not sure why that seems so important to him, but I nod anyway.
“Cool,” he responds quietly, then he continues talking, almost to himself. “This is fine. No big deal, really. Do it all the time to myself. And then I get a lucky blowjob. Fair trade.”
“I’m not sure if I should interrupt this little pep talk, but the longer you wait the less hard I’m getting,” I point out.
He huffs out a deep breath before spitting in his hand and confidently scooting so he’s right next to me, our thighs touching as he reaches out to wrap his hand around my cock.
I’m not sure what I was expecting exactly, maybe for it to feel the exact same as if I was jerking off, but this is a completely new experience. I’ve never had anyone else touch my dick before, and it feels incredible.
Even though Jace has also never done this before, his strokes are confident as he moves his large, calloused hand up and down my shaft, using more pressure than I’m used to, but the foreign sensation only makes everything so much better.
He leans over me for a moment, and I swear my heart stops beating as Jace spits right onto the tip of my dick.
Oh fuck. Why was that so hot?
The added lubrication increases the pleasure, and a deep moan escapes from my throat as I lean back, fully resting against the backseat, back slightly arched. “You like that?” he asks, turning his attention to my face.
I think he meant the question as a taunt, but his tone betrays his genuine curiosity.
“Obviously,” I respond, keeping my eyes locked on his hand, working my cock, and how the tip disappears and pushes back through his fist each time he changes direction. It’s so hot. Way better than any porn I’ve seen.
“God, you’re such a slut,” he murmurs. “The way you’re thrusting up into my hand like you can’t get enough.” The words may not be kind, but there’s no malice in his comment. If I didn’t know any better, I might even mistake his tone for fondness.
“You’re the one who was so desperate for my mouth that you stalked me at my job,” I remind him, voice coming out breathier than I’ve ever heard it.
He doesn’t respond, but increases the speed of his movement, wiping his thumb over the tip as he twists his wrist then adds more spit.
Every stroke feels so good, and I know I won’t last much longer, already on the edge of bliss.
“I’m going to—” I start to warn, but it’s too late.
That moment where everything feels indescribable slams into me, and my cock jerks in Jace’s grip, shooting my release all over his fist. The sight only seems to draw out my orgasm as I continue to come, surprised that he hasn’t pulled away.
Eventually, when everything becomes overly sensitive, I push him off me and lean over to grab napkins out of the center console of my car, handing some to Jace so he can clean up.
That was… amazing.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to being happy with my own hand after experiencing his. I was lucky he even agreed to this one time; I highly doubt it’ll be happening again.
Neither of us say anything as we quickly clean up, and when Jace is done, he frees his straining erection.
A deal’s a deal, so I move to try to kneel on the floor in front of him.
Even with the seats moved up all the way, I don’t really fit, so he ends up leaning back at an angle to prop his bent right leg up on the backseat, turning his body slightly, giving me just enough space between his legs from the side.
He’s already leaking, and I use one hand to grip the base of his shaft before licking up his cock to lap at the tip like it’s candy.
“Fuuuck, Sparkles,” he groans, lifting his hips toward my mouth.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve already reclaimed the name with my YouTube channel or if it’s the reverent tone he uses, but I don’t hate his nickname for me like I used to.
I attempt to relax my throat and focus on breathing through my nose to try to take him as deeply as I can. I use a hand to work what I can’t fit, fascinated with how different his dick feels in my hand than my own would.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”
Before I can even try to show off with my tongue or any of the other skills I’d like to think I have, Jace is shooting down my throat, a deep moan escaping from him as his hips jerk.
That certainly didn’t last long. Maybe someone enjoyed giving their first handjob as much as I enjoyed receiving it.
I doubt Jace would ever admit to that though.
I do a slightly better job this time of swallowing, but I still use the napkin to clean up the dribbles of his cum that spilled down my chin.
When we’re both settled back into our clothes, we silently return to the front seats and sit here without speaking for a moment.
I feel like we should probably talk about what we did.
I know Jace has never been with a guy before, and for all I know, this is all completely new to him.
But I also don’t know where to even begin, and I’m a little worried he’s about to freak out, so I don’t want to set him off.
“So where do you live?” I finally ask, pulling out of the spot and moving back toward the main road.
“You can just drive to your neighborhood. I’ll walk home from the entrance.”
Ah yes, what a lovely reminder that despite what just happened between us, Jace is still very against being seen with me in public. He probably also doesn’t want me to know exactly where he lives as if I’d ever do anything with that information.
When we get to my neighborhood, I pull over, and Jace quickly moves to get out. “Have a good game,” I say awkwardly before he can shut the door.
He nods briefly in acknowledgment, which I guess is better than ignoring me like I’m sure he’ll do at school tomorrow.