“Get to work, buddy,” I urged him. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Apparently, my little guy was motivated by being challenged. He put every trick he’d learned by watching porn into finishing me off. He palmed my nuts, allowing his fingers to massage my taint as he sucked my entire length into his mouth. I wasn’t sure if it was Chase or Ash sucking me, but I couldn’t be bothered to fucking care as long as he kept working me the way he was.
I fisted his hair, giving a sharp yank when my sac drew up tight to my body. It was the only warning he was going to get if he wasn’t ready for a mouthful of cum. My boy shocked the shit out of me by sucking harder, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue worked the underside. I bit down on my knuckles hard enough I broke skin, failing to stifle my grunts as wave after wave of orgasm hit me. My guy never pulled off, sucking down every spurt I gave him.
I wasnotexpecting him to flop back onto his ass, burying his face in his hands when it was done. I quickly scooped him into my arms, pulling him into my lap. I couldn’t escape the feeling that I’d made a huge mistake. “Hey buddy, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
I wouldn’t forgive myself if I’d lost control and done something he hated. Ash buried his face against my chest, shaking his head. He clung to me as if he was afraid I was the one who regretted what we’d done.
“Chase, I need you to talk to me.” I’d read some shit about how I shouldn’t pull him out of little space when he was as deep as he’d been, but I fucking needed Chase right then, not Ash. I adored my buddy, but it was my roommate I needed to reassure me that I hadn’t fucked this all up. “Come on, tell me what’s going through your head.”
“I came,” he whispered. His tears dampened my skin. “I can’t believe I did that twice tonight and you never even touched me. It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s fucking hot, is what it is,” I corrected him. Seriously, I wasn’t sure there was much better for the ego than knowing I’d done that to him. Just talking to him and giving him what he needed turned him on so much he’d gotten off without touching his dick. “Don’t feel bad about that.”
“But you told me I couldn’t.”
Shit. Okay, so yeah, I had, but I was working without a manual here. As much as I hated thinking about him while my dick was still out, I took a few seconds to think what my uncle might say if he were in my shoes. I was definitely going to need his guidance if Chase and I had any hope of making this shit between us work.
“We both have to learn what we’re doing, Chase,” I explained so he’d understand neither of us were going to do everything right all the time. “The way I see it, for tonight we can say you got caught up in what was going on. Trust me, you aren’t the first guy to come before he was ready. It’s a fact of life.”
“But you said,” he repeated.
I knew what I needed to do. Tomorrow, we’d have to talk about boundaries and when he’d be big or little, but tonight he’d been Ash, and he’d disobeyed me. “You’re right, I did. I can’t do anything about the first time because we hadn’t made a rule yet, other than you were supposed to ask me before you touched yourself. But the second time, you knew you were supposed to wait for me, and you didn’t. I think we need to figure out a punishment, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I was a bad boy,” he responded somberly.
Spanking him was out of the question. That was something I’d have to be careful about because I didn’t want to wake up the rest of the suite. I eased him off my lap and stood, dragging my desk chair to the far corner of the room. “Come here, Ash.”
His shoulders drooped as Ash crossed the room to me. He folded his hands in front of his body, trying to hide the wet spot from me, which only reminded me that he was wet and sticky. I gave his body a down-up perusal as I considered what I wanted to do. “Take off your messy pants, buddy.”
He hesitated, staring up at me. He blinked hard a few times, looking like he was about to burst into tears. It would have been so easy for me to give in, but I needed to be the disciplinarian. “Now, Ash, unless you’ve decided you don’t want me to be your Jay. If you have, that’s fine. We can go back to being roommates—”
“No! That’s not it!” he cried out. “I just… I’ve never… I…” Ash tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt. He pursed his lips and kicked the leg of the chair. When he found the courage to speak, his words were so jumbled I could barely understand them. “Ineverbeennekkidinfrontofpeople.”
“Oh, buddy, that’s okay,” I soothed him once my brain parsed his concern. “It’s just me. And you can’t stay in those sticky clothes. They’re probably really uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, kinda,” he agreed. “But you promise you won’t laugh?”
“Why would I laugh at you, buddy?” Yes, he was leaner than I was, and smaller all around, but that was part of what made him fucking irresistible. I wanted to scoop him up and carry him around in my pocket to keep him safe. “No, you know what, I don’t need to know why you think I would laugh. It hurts me that you think I’d do anything to hurt you.”
As much as I wanted him to take off his clothes as part of his punishment, he also needed some encouragement. Maybe we’d start making him have mandatory undies time so he could get used to being on display for me. I gathered the hem of his shirt and started lifting it. “Hands up. Jay’s going to help you this time.”
The entire time, I explained to him what I was doing and why. He seemed surprised when I dropped to my knees to pull off his pants. His hands shifted in front of his dick again. I separated them, making it clear he was to keep them at his sides.
“You were naughty tonight, weren’t you, Ash?” I asked once he was completely naked and I stood in front of him. “Can you tell me why you need a punishment?”
“Because I got sticky when you didn’t tell me I could,” he responded. I waited for him to protest, again, that it wasn’t his fault, but my good boy said nothing.
“You’re going to sit in the corner for a few minutes so you can think about what you did,” I explained. He fidgeted when he looked down at the hard-plastic chair, then back up to me. “Yep, it’s going to be cold on your bum, but this isn’t supposed to be comfortable, is it?”
“No, Jay. Iamsorry for getting sticky.”
“I know you are, buddy.” I kissed his cheek and laced my fingers through his, leading him to the time out chair. “But that doesn’t get you out of some thinking time. Now, you sit here like a good boy and I’m going to get a rag to clean up your mess. Then, we’ll get you into bed.”
“You’re leaving me alone in here?”
“I’m only going across the hall, and the door will be closed,” I reassured him. I knew I wasn’t supposed to leave him, but it couldn’t be comfortable having dried cum on his skin and I wanted to take care of him. Tomorrow, I would be going shopping so this wouldn’t be an issue in the future. If we didn’t have roommates, I would have left the door open so he could see me the entire time. “As soon as I get back, we’ll get you cleaned up.”
