Chapter Four #5
Leaning forward, Jeremy reaches out and touches the cock.
He lifts it in his hand, pulling back the foreskin and looking for any open sores or gross gunk.
Nope, it’s a perfectly clean penis that’s swelling in his hand.
The skin is soft albeit the member is getting harder, Jeremy tightly fisting the base and stroking upwards.
“Tss,” Merle harshly exhales, hips twitching slightly.
“More?” Jeremy asks.
“What did you have in mind?”
Licking his lips, Jeremy slowly gets off the chair and kneels on the concrete in front of Merle. He looks up at the tall man, eyebrow raised. Merle catches his eye, unsteadily exhaling the thick smoke as he nods, “Oh yeah.”
When Jeremy licks his lips this time, the back of his tongue taps the cock head.
He wraps his plush lips around the tip and sucks, suctioning the top with his malleable tongue.
Slowly, he pushes his mouth down further.
As he does, he notices the dick gets harder and larger in his mouth.
When the head hits the back of his throat, he moves back up to the tip before barreling down and opening his throat so the whole cock slides down.
Merle moans aloud, hand gripping the top of Jeremy’s head as he deepthroats him.
Jeremy sucks back up to the cock head, licks the urethra, and then swallows him back down again.
The seamless transition from sucking to deepthroating is a specialty of Jeremy’s, and this is a generous member to practice his blow job skills on.
Eventually Merle’s hips come to life, Jeremy having teased him to the edge with his steady pace.
His grip in Jeremy’s hair tightens and he thrusts down his throat, staying buried deep as his hips hike back and forth in short, harsh strokes.
Pushing his muscular pelvis against Jeremy face, his nose gets stuffed with pubes and he chokes on the cock.
His own dick reacts, hanging hard and wanting in his flannel pajama pants.
Merle pulls his hips back again and Jeremy gets a chance to take a breath through his nose.
He leaves his jaw and throat wide open as Merle quickly thrusts back in.
Jeremy pulls his dick out of his pants and starts stroking the upper half, rubbing at his cock head while drooling all over the large dick drilling his throat.
The blow job has gotten sloppy, Jeremy moving his hips so his dick slides in and out of his hand while luxuriating in the feeling of cock slamming into him.
“Fuck,” Merle curses under his breath, a warning, “I’m gonna cum.”
Trying to pull out of Jeremy’s mouth, he grabs onto the back of the surfer’s tight thighs and pushes all the way back down so his cock is deep in Jeremy’s throat as he cums. The semen is thick and delicious as it coats Jeremy’s senses, sending him over the edge.
As the cock in his throat throbs with the orgasm, Jeremy cums over his fist. He moans around the member, swallowing thirstily.
Merle shivers and pulls back, softening dick sliding out of Jeremy’s spent mouth.
They’re both out of breath, leaning back and tucking themselves into their pants.
Sitting down at the same time, neither of them speak as they take out their own brand of cigarettes.
Merle holds out the lit lighter first, Jeremy leaning in and inhaling the fire before lighting his own stogie.
Simultaneously, they exhale and Jeremy thinks he may have found his soul mate.
Glancing over, Jeremy catches Merle squinting at the cig in his fingers and asking, “Marlboro Reds? Ew, why?”
Feeling defensive, Jeremy shrugs, “Lay off, I like ‘em.”
“You should switch,” Merle suggests, “These are the brand. Tastes great, you’ll never be able to go back.”
Jeremy looks at the light blue case of American Spirits and retracts his earlier assumption about the soul mate thing.
“You know, those are cowboy killers,” Merle won’t let up.
Jeremy spits back, “And what are those? Surfer savers?”
Merle blinks before letting out a laugh that’s way too loud for the time of night. Jeremy cringes but hides it behind sipping at his Marlboro. Merle snickers to himself as he tempers down, pointing to Jeremy, “I like you.”
“And here I was thinking you just wanted to marry me,” Jeremy flicks his ash.
“You were really good,” Merle compliments, “Sorry we didn’t kiss or anything.”
“It’s okay. I don’t like kissing,” Jeremy tells him.
“For real?” Merle makes a face, “Who hurt you?”
Jeremy chews on that for a moment before answering honestly to the near stranger, “An old crush, he kissed me when we were younger. It was my first kiss. And then he took it back. We stopped being friends after that.”
“Hm, and you never kissed again,” Merle somberly jests.
“Shut up,” Jeremy can’t help but snicker, “I still kiss. I just don’t like it. So it’s not a big deal, that’s all I was saying.”
“Okay. But I still gotta make it up to you.”
Jeremy side eyes Merle with suspicion, asking, “Make what up to me?”
“Oh, just for giving me the best head of my life. That’s all,” Merle smirks, “And for saving me from that class traitor.”
“Yeah, what was up with that?” Jeremy asks, all these questions from earlier suddenly flooding his mind, “What were you doing surfing out there so late?”
“This beach has peak swells at midnight, but it’s private so I have to sneak in.”
“So you’re not staying at the hotel. Do you live here?” Jeremy wonders aloud.
“Nah, I’m visiting,” Merle offers, “Come at least once a year and stay at my buddy’s place.”
“Where do you primarily live?”
“LA.”
“Is surfing your life?” Jeremy asks, imagining the Hollywood image of the Venice Beach lifestyle.
“Among other things,” Merle grins, “Any other questions?”
“Not at the moment,” Jeremy says, putting his cigarette out, “You?”
“Yeah. When can I see you again?”
Jeremy thinks on that. Tonight has been an overall good experience, so he figures it wouldn’t hurt to take it a step further. He tells Merle the truth, “Saturday night.”
“What a coincidence,” Merle smiles big, “That’s when I’m free too.”
Turning his head away, Jeremy hides his blush from the sudden flash of charisma.
They exchange numbers and promise to meet again.
Awkwardly saying goodbye at the door, Merle sneaks out through the stairwell exit.
Only having a few hours left to actually rest, Jeremy falls onto his half made bed and crawls under the loose sheets.
The damn sliding glass door is still open, but Jeremy won’t get up again.
The high tide is sending him to a quick slumber, his old crush and newfound acquaintance hanging over him like the moon hangs weightless over the ocean.