I bent my neck, turning my eyes downwards so I could focus, and took his head inside my mouth.
Olly hissed loudly, one of his knees twitching right beside me. I put my hands under his knees and onto the sides of his thighs, holding and calming him. With my mouth alone I bent down lower, taking more and more of him into my mouth, testing how far I could go.
Olly groaned and hissed more as I took him all the way down, relaxing my throat as much as I could through sheer concentration. He was big. But I could take it. I forgot my concentration for a minute and gagged, feeling his head so far back in my mouth it felt like there was no room for anything else.
“Jesus,” Olly said, putting a hand on my head and yanking himself backward. “Are you alright?”
I grinned up at him with a slightly dazed look. “Never better,” I said.
Olly seemed to relax. “Just – be careful,” he said.
I chuckled. I wondered if he’d ever had a girlfriend give him proper head before. Then again, he probably hadn’t been into it. He just hadn’t known why.
I used a hand to guide him back into my mouth, holding onto his base so I could maneuver him more easily now I’d proven to myself that I could do it. I licked up and down his shaft and flicked his frenulum with my tongue, then his slit. He groaned and gripped my shoulder like he couldn’t stop himself, throwing his head back now and then, unable to stop himself from crying out even though I knew he would prefer to be quiet.
I settled into a steady rhythm, working his shaft. The sounds of appreciation he was making were fuel enough to make me want to go on forever. He tasted good, felt so big and warm in my mouth, filling me up. Like he fitted perfectly where he was supposed to be. I already knew that I liked giving head, but there was something more to it with Olly. Something better.
“Keat – Keat, I -” he said with urgency, tugging at my shoulders and trying to push me back. I didn’t let him. I looked up and met his eyes to show him I knew what he was trying to tell me.
The moment we made eye contact, I felt him stiffen and then pulse in my mouth, shooting his load right onto my tongue.
“Ah! Oh – oh god,” he cried out, and I used my hand to slowly draw him out of my mouth, showing him that I didn’t mind. I swallowed it all down and bit my lip coyly, looking up at him. “Fuck.”
“What?” I asked as if I didn’t know.
“The way you just looked at me,” Olly said. “If I hadn’t already cum – I would cum.”
I grinned in appreciation and got up from my knees, climbing up onto his lap again. “Well,” I said. “There’s still time.”
And I tried to ignore the sour sting in my gut that warned me yet again:you don’t even know where this is going.
Olly
I groaned.
Keaton looked around at me. He was lying by my side, in the crook of my arm. “What is it?” he asked. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“No.” Lying naked on my bed with Keaton was about the most comfortable I had ever been. “Just need to shower.” I was sticky from where he’d cum on my stomach again after he let me give him a hand job. It wasn’t anywhere nearly as good as what he had done for me, but it was the best I could manage. I wasn’t brave enough in my abilities to try what he had done, yet. I had no doubt I would be terrible at it.
“Okay,” Keaton shrugged. “Then, go shower.”
I groaned again. “You don’t get it.”
“What?” he asked, turning his head even more to look at me properly.
“If I go shower, I have to leave you here,” I said with some reluctance. The showers were communal. Anyone could see us in there together. There was no way we could risk it.
“Oh,” Keaton said. He settled his head back in the crook of my arm and seemed to consider it for a while. “So, don’t go.”
I half-smiled. “Are you just telling me whatever I want to hear?”
Keaton chuckled. “No. I actually have a plan.”
“Oh?” I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear anything he had to say.
“We wait until everyone else is asleep and then we go together,” he said.
“What if someone else comes in for a midnight shower?” I asked. I felt my heart rate quicken. It would be risky. But then again…
