“You haven’t had any special kisses yet,” he pointed out, as if I’d forgotten that I’d been achingly hard all fucking night. Ash wiggled around, cupping my balls in his hand. It’d been so long since anyone else had touched me that I nearly exploded. “Can I give you special kisses, Jay?”
“Do you want to give me kisses, buddy?”
In answer, he slid off my lap and between my legs. He fumbled with the button on my jeans. I helped him out, adjusting myself as I lifted my hips. He wasn’t graceful by any stretch, but he stared at my body with such adoration I couldn’t help but feel special. “I need you to help me, Jay. I never did this before.”
I knew he hadn’t done much, but not even a blowjob? Damn. I wasn’t sure if I should feel special or scared out of my damn mind. I’d never been anyone’s first anything, and now I was his firsteverything, except maybe a kiss.
His hand shook as he wrapped his fingers around the base of my dick. He stared at it, turning his head this way and that, like he was trying to determine the best approach. I groaned when he gave me a tentative stroke.
“You’ll make sure I do a good job, Jay?” He sounded terrified, but I knew heneededthis as much as I did.
“I’ll tell you what to do, buddy, don’t worry.” I scooted lower, lifting my hips as Ash stroked me. He cupped my balls with his other hand, rolling them back and forth. His movements were unsteady, but the way his tongue peeked out between his lips told me he wanted this. “Go ahead, buddy. Give it a kiss if you want.”
“I bet kisses feel real good, Jay.” Oh, my buddy had no clue, but he would soon enough. Not tonight, because he’d already gotten to come once, and he needed to understand he couldn’t get off whenever he felt like it. “You won’t hurt me with it, will you?”
“No, never,” I promised him. “We’ll go nice and slow so you can get used to feeling my cock in your mouth, okay?”
“Daddies and Jays don’t have winkies,” he said as he leaned closer. “Big boys have cocks.”
“That’s right.” I was following Ash’s lead here. “Do you want to taste my cock, buddy? I know how much you love sucking things.”
“You probably taste better than my binkie,” he said.
I clobbered my head on the edge of my desk when it fell back. I’d lost my erection after dealing with Zach’s bullshit, but all it had taken was feeling Chase in my arms and I was right back to the edge of the fucking cliff.
I curled my fingers loosely in Chase’s hair, guiding him closer to my dick. “You don’t have to think about how I’ll taste, buddy. It’s all yours. Kiss it.”
He bent down, nearly going cross-eyed as he tried keep his eyes open as he got closer to my dick. His tongue peeked out, licking the precum from my slit. My hips bucked off the bean bag, startling him enough he fell onto his ass. He licked his lips a few times, face twisting. “It’s not like I thought it would be.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good, I think.” He kneeled between my legs again. “But maybe I should have another taste to make sure.”
“By all means.” I leaned back, draping my arms over the sides of the bean bag. When he sucked my tip into his mouth, I grabbed onto the faux leather material, determined to not fuck his face the way I wanted to. “That’s so good, buddy. Keep doing it just like that.”
He whimpered as he suckled the head of my cock. His hand gripped the base, jerking me off. “Such a good boy. I think someone’s been watching videos he shouldn’t. No way are you this good without porn.”
“I wanted to make sure I’d be good at it,” he explained when he leaned back to catch his breath.
“You’re so good, buddy,” I praised him, twisting my fingers in his hair. “Now, I think it’s time for you to stop teasing me. It’s not going to take long for me to come, and when I do, I want it to be down your throat. Do you want that, too, Ash? Are you going to be my dirty little boy, drinking my cum like a before bed treat?”
The dirty talk was unexpected, but Ash seemed to get off on it, so I kept rambling as he took me deeper into his mouth. His mouth was hot and greedy. It was probably the sloppiest blowjob I’d ever had, but it was also the only one that left me feeling completely wanted. He was desperate to please me, to make me come, and that shined through in every slurp and messy twirl of his tongue around my length.
“Keep doing that, buddy, and I’m going to give you your treat,” I warned him. He moaned, and I noticed him reach between his legs. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to rub your winky. You didn’t ask permission.”
His eyes grew wide as he looked up at me. His mouth went slack, allowing my dick to slip free. “Please Jay, it hurts so much. I promise I’ll be good if you let me get sticky.”
“Not yet,” I said in the sternest voice I could manage. “It’s my turn for kisses. And don’t think I forgot that you got sticky earlier, and you didn’t ask then, either.”
“But you made me,” he complained. His voice pitched higher as it dawned on him that I might not let him get off again tonight. “I swear I didn’t mean to do it, Jay. Please…”
I curled a hand around the base of my dick, offering it to him again. “You know what you need to do. If you’re good, maybe I’ll help you get sticky.”
“Would you…” He huffed a few times, pursing his lips. “Do you want… Can…”
Fuck, he was cute. “Use your words, buddy. If you want something you need to tell me.”
“I wants kisses too, Jay,” he pleaded. “Can you give me kisses?”
