I stand quietly, waiting for Nate to get his bearings or decide that maybe this isn’t for him after all. I’m surprised he’s gone this far, honestly. Even more surprised when he leans forward and presses his mouth to my shaft, coasting his lips across my skin. I jerk at the contact, not having been able to see him coming.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Thatis what we are here for.”
Apparently feeling more confident, he does it again, trailing his lips over me before gently placing his moutharound the head of my dick and giving an experimental lick of his tongue. I close my eyes. It’s been a long, long time since someone has done this to me, and nobody has done it quite this way—soft, tentative, and gentle. He’s not trying to impress me, or rush to the finish. He’s taking his time, learning his limits, and slowly taking me apart.
When the tip of his tongue grazes a particularly sensitive area, I moan before I have the presence of mind to bite my lip. Someone could walk out into the backyard at any time, and I don’t need to give anyone reasons to investigate this particular corner.
Nate’s hands remain planted firmly on my hips, fingers spread wide and palms pressing me back against the wood of the shed. Using only his mouth, he angles his head and begins experimenting on just how deep he can go. I can feel the wet slide of saliva as he carefully hollows his cheeks, and the tip of my cock bumps against the roof of his mouth. I’m going to bite through my lip, with how hard I’m trying to hold myself back from making noise.
Needingsomethingto hold on to, I touch my fingers to the top of his head. I keep it light on purpose, not wanting to scare him into thinking I’m going to hold his head down. He makes a soft noise of approval. Threading my fingers in, I just rest my hand there as he lowers his head once more.
This time he gags when I hit the back of his throat and he immediately jolts backward, letting me slide from his mouth so he can catch his breath. When I feel his forehead resting on my thigh, I nearly come from the intimacy of the gesture.
“This ishard,” he mutters. I knead his scalp a little bit, letting the soft strands of his hair trail between my fingers.
“You’re doing good, but you can stop if you want,” I whisper back.
“I don’t want to stop,” he says, lifting his head.
He starts the same way he did before, running his tongue along the underside of my dick, before curling his lips around the tip. My entire abdomen feels like it’s on fire, and my legs are actively shaking at this point. Intimacy has always been difficult for me, and this feels particularly so. Nate’s palms, pushed firmly against my pelvis, are the only thing keeping me standing.
Instead of attempting to deep throat again, he licks and kisses his way down my cock, taking a slight detour to the crease of my groin, before tonguing my balls. This time, not even biting my lip can hold back my groan.
“Mierda,” I mutter helplessly, as he does it again.
I can feel his lips curve up in a smile from where they’re pressed against me. Nobody touching my skin has ever felt this good. Nate kisses his way back up to the head, and sucks me back into the warmth of his mouth.Fuck.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him. Really, I’m surprised it’s taken me this long. This is both the most inexpert and sexiest blowjob I’ve ever received. My entire body feels like it’s been electrocuted. “Nate, pull off, I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t listen, and instead makes a low humming noise that has me exploding into his mouth almost violently. Again, his hands are the only thing keeping me standing as he swallows me down, choking slightly as he tries to manage.
Nate pulls away, letting me slide from his mouth, and slowly tugs my boxers back up my legs. It’s a painfully sweet gesture, and makes my face flush with heat. When he does the same with my pants and then rises to standing, I’m suddenly grateful for the dark. I can’t see his face, but the small intake of breath lets me know he’s about to speak.
A timer goes off, the jingle blaringly loud in the peaceful silence of our corner of the yard.
“Fuck,” Nate mutters, pulling his cellphone out and silencing the alarm. “Micky.”
Seventeen minutes, I remember him saying—seventeen minutes until he had to leave. His phone screen is still lit up, which lends a little visibility where there hadn’t been any before. He’s looking at me, and I’m looking back at him; I know both of us are thinking the same thing.
What the fuck do we do now?
“I’d better go?” He breaks the silence, but it’s clear he’s not sure if he’s telling me or asking.
“Yeah,” I agree. “You don’t want to keep your friend waiting.”
He doesn’t say anything to that, but maintains eye contact until the screen of his phone goes dark. Silently, he leaves the yard. It’s not until he’s gone back inside that I check my own phone, pulling up Max’s tracker and watching it move steadily down a street several blocks away from our apartment. I thump my head back against the wall of the shed.
My seventeen minutes are up and it’s back to the real world.
3
Nate
It’s beena full week since I gave my first blowjob and I’m starting to notice just how many men there are on the SCU campus. They areeverywhere.And apparently, swallowing a load of cum clears the film from your eyes, because now I’m also noticing how attractive a lot of these guys are.
