"Yes. God, yes. Please, Ivan. I need your mouth on me. Been dreaming about this."
I pull his boxers down slowly, deliberately, revealing him inch by agonizing inch, watching his face the whole time—the way his eyes flutter shut, then snap open to lock on mine, raw vulnerability mixing with heat.
He lifts his hips to help, and then he's bare in front of me, his cock springing free, hard and flushed a deep red, curving slightly toward his stomach, the thick shaft veined and pulsing with every heartbeat. It's about six inches, perfectly proportioned to his lean frame, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum that beads at the slit, begging to be tasted. His balls are drawn up tight beneath, dusted with soft hair, and the whole sight of him—exposed, wanting—makes my mouth water.
"You're perfect," I tell him, and I mean it with every beat of my heart. Every part of him is perfect—this cock that's so hard for me, so ready.
"I'm not—I'm really not—too average, too—"
"You are." I wrap my hand around him, feeling the velvet-smooth skin over steel-hard length, the way he throbs hot and insistent against my palm, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling up under my thumb. "You're perfect, Jay. Every single part of you. This cock—fuck, it's gorgeous. Thick enough to stretch my mouth just right, long enough to hit the back of my throat. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you—how fucking delicious you look right now."
I stroke him slowly, base to tip, twisting my wrist at the head to smear that slick pre-cum, watching his face contort with pleasure, learning what makes him gasp, what makes his hips jerk, what makes his eyes squeeze shut. His head falls back against the pillow, his throat working as he swallows hard, a low whine escaping him.
"I've never done this before," I admit. "What I'm about to do. Giving a blowjob—sucking someone off. Tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay? Tell me what feels good, how to make it better for you."
"What are you—oh god—"
I lower my head and lick a slow, deliberate stripe up his cock, from the base where it meets his balls—tasting the musky, salty skin there—up the veined underside to the tip, lapping at the pre-cum like it's the sweetest thing I've ever had.
"Fuck!" His whole body jerks like I've electrocuted him, hips snapping off the bed, nearly thrusting into my face. "Ivan—holy shit—that tongue—"
"Good or bad?" I ask, pulling back to look at him, my lips already tingling from the taste of him—salty, slightly bitter, uniquely Jay.
"Good. So good. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Lick me again—suck me, please."
I do it again, longer this time, flattening my tongue to cover more of him, tasting him properly, getting used to the heavy weight and silky feel of his cock on my tongue, the way it twitches with every pass. He's hot and hard, filling my senses, and the sounds he's making—broken moans, desperate gasps—are driving me crazy, making my own cock throb with neglected need, leaking steadily now. I take the plump head into my mouth and suck gently, experimentally, swirling my tongue around the ridge, and he practically comes off the bed, a hand flying to my shoulder.
"Oh God. Oh fuck. Ivan, that's—your mouth—I can't— it's so warm, so wet around me. Fuck, you're sucking my cock—"
I hum around him, the vibration making him buck again, and take him deeper, inch by inch, figuring it out as I go—relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose. It's awkward at first—I don't know how to angle just right, don't know how much I can take before the urge to gag hits, his girth stretching my lips wide, filling my mouth completely. But Jay is moaning and gripping the sheets and saying my name over and over—"Ivan, yes, fuck, deeper"—so I must be doing something right.
His cock feels incredible in my mouth—hot, smooth, the veins pulsing against my tongue, the head nudging the back of my throat as Ibob slowly, saliva mixing with his pre-cum to make everything slick and messy.
"Your mouth," he gasps, his hips trembling with the effort not to thrust. "Your fucking mouth. I've never—no one's ever—this is my first time too, and it's you—feels like heaven, so tight and hot."
I pull off just long enough to say, "Just let go. Let me make you feel good—let me suck you until you come down my throat. Don't hold back on me."
He groans at my words, eyes rolling back. I take him back in, sucking harder this time, hollowing my cheeks for more suction, using my hand on what I can't fit in my mouth—the base of his shaft, stroking in time with my bobs. His hips are moving now, tiny thrusts he's trying to control, trying to be gentle, but I can feel the tension in him, the way his cock swells even thicker on my tongue.
"You can move," I tell him, pulling off again, my lips shiny and swollen, a string of saliva connecting me to his glistening head. "You won't hurt me. I want to feel you—want you to fuck my mouth, Jay. Use me."
"Are you sure? I don't want to—choke you or—"
"I'm sure. I want this. I want to feel you lose control, feel this perfect cock sliding deep."
The words are crude, shocking even to me, but they make Jay groan low in his throat, his cock jumping in my hand. "Fuck, Ivan—okay, yeah—"
I take him back in, deeper this time, and he lets himself thrust, shallow at first, then building, careful but insistent movements into my mouth, his hands finally threading into my hair to guide me. It's messy and graceless and perfect—saliva dripping down his shaft to his balls, my throat working around him as I swallow, trying to take him all, the musky scent of him filling my nose. I grip his hips, not to stop him, just to hold on, to ground myself as he fucks my mouth, the wet, obscene sounds mixing with his moans.
"Ivan—I'm close—you need to—I'm going to—fuck, your mouth feels too good, so tight around my cock—"
I don't pull off. I want this. I want all of it. I want to taste him fully, want to swallow every drop, want to give him this pleasure he's never had before.
"Ivan, I'm going to come—you should move—pull off if you don't want—"
I don't move. I suck harder, stroke faster with my hand at the base, twisting just right, and he comes with a shout that echoes off the walls, his body arching like a bowstring. His cock swells on my tongue, then pulses hard, flooding my mouth with hot, thick spurts of cum—bitter and salty, with a faint tang that's all Jay, overwhelming my senses as I swallow greedily around him, milking every jet from his throbbing length. Some escapes the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin, but I don't care. I work him through it, gentling my suction as he shudders and shakes, broken sounds tearing from his throat—"Fuck, coming—swallowing me—Ivan, oh god—"
When he's finally still, spent and twitching with aftershocks, his cock softening slightly in my mouth, I pull off slowly, savoring the last taste of him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Jay is completely wrecked, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, his whole body limp and boneless against the sheets, a faint tremor still running through his thighs.
