He shrugs. “Some of them do, probably. The rest ask their gay besties.”
“How did you figure it out?” I ask, hand on his shoulder tosteer him back out the door and onto the sidewalk.
“By giving a lot of really terrible blow jobs,” he admits. “I definitely should have practiced more before I got anywhere near someone else’s dick.”
For some reason, that makes me more nervous than anything else has. I don’t want to hurt Sun, but I also don’t want to be bad at whatever we’re doing. I still feel this responsibility—that I’m older, and therefore I should be the one showing him what to do. I want to make him feel good. Like I’m worthy of all the daydreams he says he has about me.
Finally back at my apartment, beers on the table, Jase switches into Teacher Mode again.
“Okay! First things first. The most important things you need to know are, one, don’t try to fit the whole thing in your mouth, especially at the beginning. Use your hands. Think about the girls you’ve been with. Most of them were likely not deepthroating champs. You have to work up to the porn star moves. Second, watch your teeth. I know that sounds obvious, but there’s definitely a trick to it.” He pauses, frowning. “This would have been much easier to demonstrate with a banana.”
“No bananas, Jase,” I insist. “You went to school to be a teacher. I have faith in your abilities to make this a successful lesson.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m not sure if the problem is Jase’s teaching or if blow jobs are just one of those things you learn by doing. I’m not confident at all, but I have zero time to contemplate what that all means and do some processing before Jase is on to the next topic.
“You keep lube around here, right? Tell me you’re not jerking it with, like, soap or lotion like some college kid who doesn’t know better.” He looks legitimately distressed at the potential of either of those things could be happening.
I resist the urge to scowl at him. “I use soap and lotion for their intended purposes, thank you. But no, I don’t keep a lotof lube. I’ve never really needed to.”
Jase’s jaw drops. “What?”
“Whatwhat?” I bristle like I’m about to get offended about this ridiculous topic. “If I have the time or desire to masturbate, it’s usually in the shower and I don’t use anything. But until recently, there has usually been a woman around if I had the urge to get off, and I always make sure they are… sufficiently ready to go!”
“I’m fascinated. This isfascinating,” Jase mumbles. “Nothing? Just water? So you like it wet. Literally. Okay. So, lube is your new best friend. Also, no water based lube, for anal sex it should be silicone-based. Bonus points if it’s got some added aloe vera or Vitamin E. Makes everything extra slippery and lasts a lot longer.”
“Should I be taking notes on this? I suddenly feel like I should go grab some paper or something.” I start to get up, but Jase pulls me back down.
“You are going to be the last person on earth who still handwrites notes. And no, you don’t need to do that, just pay attention,” he insists. “But you also really need lube. Like,a lotof lube. So much more than you think you’re going to need. It’ll be better for him and probably for you, too, Mr. I-Make-Sure-They’re-Wet.”
“I’m good at foreplay!” I shout back, as if he’s insulted me, and then just lose it—cracking up because the absurdity of all of this is finally getting to me. I have learned a lot, and I’m thankful Jase is so willing to school me, but this is undoubtedly one of the weirdest days I have ever had.
Jase literally applauds while he’s practically wheeze-laughing. “Great! ‘Cause now we’re going to learn about foreplay in the form of fingering someone open for anal.” He holds two fingers up making a thrusting motion that sets me off laughing again. “Oh, wait. Maybe you should get that notebook. I might need to draw you a picture.”
“Draw me a picture?” I can hardly breathe. “I know where my fingers are supposed to go! I may not be well-acquainted with butt sex, but I have a basic knowledge of how things work!”
“Okay, the fact that you’re calling itbutt sextells me we have a long way to go,” Jase scolds me using his teacher voice. He looks at me, clearly waiting for something.
“What?”
With the same two fingers he was just gesturing with, he directs me out of the room. “I’m serious, go get your notebook.”
Groaning, I slide off the couch and fetch some paper. “What exactly are you going to be illustrating? X marks the spot?”
“Basically. Like a treasure map to finding his prostate.” He reaches for the pen and clicks it a few times. “Trust me on this. You’ll both thank me later.”
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LUX
“Really? Never?”
I shake my head at Kija’s surprise. “No, I’ve never spent the night anywhere that wasn’t at home or with family. I’ve only ever stayed with my parents, my grandparents, or with the members.”
“Welcome to your first sleepover,” Kija says with a smile as he reaches out to brush back the hair that has fallen into my eyes.
“Thank you.” I giggle, my whole body buzzing with giddiness and electricity. Being able to see him like this—at home, casual and up closein his bed—feels like a dream.
Since the moment I saw Kija for the first time, I thought he was the most attractive man I’d ever seen. But here and now, as I am really getting to know him, I have learned he’s everything I thought he would be andmore. He is brilliant, clever, compassionate, and intuitive in ways I did not know to hope for. I am amazed that he continually becomes even sexier as he reveals more of himself to me, hotter than I could have imagined.
