“Oh. Yes. Of course. Duh.”
Auggie catches hold of my face and kisses me. “Hey. It’s natural to be nervous.”
“Were you your first time?”
“Hell, yeah. I also gagged, but that’s because the guy grabbed my hair and tried to stuff his cock down my throat.”
I squint. “Was this the same guy who shoved his tongue down your throat the first time you French kissed?”
“Yeah. That’s the guy.”
“Why did you keep doing stuff with him?”
“Because he wanted me.” The laughter has fled from Auggie’s voice. “And I needed to feel wanted, so I kept going back for more, even though it wasn’t great. Besides, it was a series of excellent lessons on what not to do with a guy.”
“Auggie.” I brush my fingers against his.
I hate that he was so lonely growing up that he’d let himself be used like that.
“Let’s not talk about it now. You want a masterclass in sucking cock.”
Will he ever want to talk about it? Really talk. Not say a few things and then skip onto happier or sexier topics.
“Make a circle with your thumb and forefinger around the head of my cock,” Auggie instructs with a needy breathiness that turns my brain to mush and makes me almost forget that he sounded so sad a few seconds ago.
He shivers the moment I do as instructed.
“Try brushing your lips over it.”
“Kiss it?”
“If you want.”
I kiss the head of his cock.
“Lick it.”
I flick my tongue out, barely touching his cock with the tip. His body responds by producing a clear bead of pre-cum. I stare at it. I’ve tasted myself on Auggie’s lips before. Will he taste just as salty? I stick my tongue out and lick with more confidence, lapping the drop of pre-cum. It’s salty but otherwise doesn’t have much taste.
“Oh, fuck, Emory, that feels so nice.” He tips his head back and lets out a content sigh.
My heart quivers. I’m bringing him pleasure. I have before, via kissing and handjobs, but this is different. It’s more intimate.
When another bead of pre-cum appears, I lick that up too.
“If you want to, try holding the head of my cock in your mouth. Keep your fingers where they are. They’ll stop you from taking too much too fast.”
I don’t hesitate. I open my mouth and seal my lips around the head of his cock. It’s heavy on my tongue. I have to breathe through my nose. It’s a strange sensation. Not unpleasant, but not breathtakingly awesome either. I release it after a few seconds.
Auggie tips his head forward and meets my stare. “There’s no right or wrong way to give head. I’m bound to like anything you do. Just no biting, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Lick, suck, use your mouth like a Hoover. Do whatever feels right. Use your hand to keep control of how much of my cock you want in your mouth. It’s fine if you only want the head in there. It’ll still be an awesome blow job.”
“Will it? You always take me deep.”
He strokes my hair. “I’ve had a lot of practice. And, Emory?”
