by Jayda Marx
"Holy shit." I loved getting him worked up, but I was serious; I didn't want to wait. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting Jay for the first time.
I stepped to the side and patted the bed. "Sit here." He did as I asked and I sank to my knees between his legs before instructing him, "Keep your eyes on me." I promised to teach him all that I knew, and watching me would help him learn. Plus it was just fucking hot.
Jay moaned aloud as I ran my tongue around the pink glistening head of his dick. Tangy pre-cum painted my tastebuds and made me hungry for more. I stretched my jaws wide and sucked his crown between my lips as I lapped at his slit.
"Oh god, Vic." Jay's mouth was slack and his eyelids were heavy, but he watched my every move. "That feels so good."
I'm just getting started. I wrapped my hand around his base and took as much of his length as possible down my throat so that I enveloped every inch of him. I moved my wrist and neck back and forth in time, milking his hot flesh as Jay chanted my name.
He keened when I wrapped my free hand around his balls and massaged them gently, the close cropped hair bristly against my palm. I was using every trick in my wheelhouse to bring him pleasure. I wanted to make him feel incredible, and judging by his moans and the fire in his eyes, I was doing just that.
"Vic, I'm getting close," he exclaimed in a strangled voice. I sucked him deeper, jacked him faster and bounced his balls in my hand until they tightened and rolled. "Gonna come."
The words were barely past his lips when his cock jerked between mine. A spurt of warm, salty cum sprayed the back of my throat and I swallowed it quickly as more filled my mouth. I hummed in satisfaction as the thick liquid splashed into my stomach.
Jay's body quaked as I licked him clean, and when I dropped his softening dick from my lips, his chest heaved with every breath.
"So… good," he panted as he got himself under control. He leaned down to give me a kiss and whispered, "Thank you." I'd never been thanked for a blowjob before, but it was incredibly sweet. Everything Jay did grabbed hold of my heart and made me want more with him, but I'd been burned before and couldn't go through it again. Besides, he never gave any indication that he wanted more with me either. I had to remind myself that everything between us was just for fun.
I stood up and gave Jay a flirty wink to shift the mood from sweet to sexy. "Maybe you should thank me properly."
Jay tucked his lip between his teeth as he stared at the bulge in my jeans. He unbuttoned the denim with shaking hands and breathed heavily as he lowered the zipper.
I cupped his scruffy cheeks in my hands and tipped his head up to look at me. His eyes were full of uncertainty and he chewed his poor lip to hell. "Are you nervous?" I asked him quietly.
He released his lip to answer, "A little."
"Jay, you don't have to do anything for me. I was only teasing about the thanks. There's no pressure, remember?"
"It's not that," he replied quickly. "I just want to make it good for you."
"It will be." Because he was the one giving it, but I kept that to myself. "Just do what feels natural and I'll help you. That's what I'm here for, right?" The words left a sour taste in my mouth.
"Right." Jay let out another breath and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees. "Whoa." I was glad he was impressed, though I was nothing compared to him; I was just under seven inches long, uncut and thick, though nowhere near as thick as Jay. My balls hung lower than his and were covered in coarse gray hair, though I’d trimmed myself up too.
Jay tickled his fingers across my sack and up my length. He took his time inspecting each vein and ridge, and it thrilled me to know that mine was the only dick he’d ever touched besides his own. My breath caught in my chest when he peeked the tip of his tongue between his lips and locked eyes with me.
A shudder rocked me from head to toe when Jay touched his tongue to my tip. He slowly swirled it over my sensitive flesh and pressed it firmly to my slit, lapping up a large drop of pre-cum dripping out of me. I kept my voice as even as possible when I asked him, “Does it taste good?”
Jay hummed his approval and licked me faster, circling his tongue around my crown until I grew dizzy and rested my hands on his shoulders for support. “Suck me, Jay,” I begged; I was in danger of blowing from how good his tongue felt against me, and I wanted to give him a better experience than that.
He wrapped his lips around my tip and slowly dropped them towards my pelvis. He gagged when he had about three-fourths of my length down his throat, and I cupped my hands around his head.
“Easy; you don’t have to take it all in. Just relax and let me show you.” I pushed his head back and forth, easing my cock between his lips and along his tongue. “Suck a little harder.” He swallowed against me, drawing my flesh into the warmth of his throat. “Just like that.”
I settled my hands onto his shoulders again as Jay took over, bobbing his head along my length. I moaned when he flicked his tongue over my skin as he sucked me, and again when he wrapped his palm around my base. He pumped me hard and fast while licking my tip like a popsicle.
“God, Jay, you’re a fucking natural.” He jacked me faster at my words, slapping his fingers against his lips and humming around my flesh. Without instruction, he cupped my balls in his other hand and pulled them gently. He was stroking every pleasure center and it was enough to throw me over the edge. “Jay, I’m coming!” My balls pulled towards my body and my dick pulsed, shooting bursts of warm seed down his throat. Jay gagged once more before swallowing all that I gave him and shuddering at the flavor.
He dropped my dick from his lips and slowly ran his tongue over my length, cleaning up every drop he may have missed. The vision was sexy, sensual and sweet, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. When he was finished, Jay looked up at me; his lips were swollen, and he had a hopeful expression that squeezed my heart.
“That was amazing,” I whispered as I sank my fingers into his hair. I combed through his soft locks as his lips tipped up into a smile. I wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with him and hold him in my arms all night; to not only show his body endless pleasures, but to care for his sweet heart. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
“Well, I guess I better get home,” I told him, fighting my urges. The words were abrupt, but I needed to put some distance between us.
“Oh.” Jay shook away his surprised expression before giving me a tight smile. “Right, of course. I’ll, um...I’ll walk you out.” I got fully dressed as Jay stepped into his boxers.
The walk to the front door was a little awkward; I wouldn’t call it a walk of shame because I sure as hell didn’t regret what we did, but Jay was silent and kept his hands at his sides and his eyes on the ground while guiding me stiffly through the house. It was as if he had no idea what he should be doing and...oh fuck.
It suddenly dawned on me that this was Jay’s first experience with a man, and possibly his first ‘hookup’. The poor guy was probably confused as hell; I’d gone from being unable to keep my hands off of him in the kitchen, to sucking his dick dry to abruptly leaving. I could only imagine what thoughts were running through his mind. I was supposed to be guiding him through all of this and keeping him comfortable, but I was only concerned with running away from my feelings.
“Sorry I’m so quiet,” I offered once we reached the door. “I think you scrambled my brain.”
Jay’s expression relaxed from uncertainty into an easy smile. “Same here.”
“Thanks again for dinner.”
“Thank you for dessert,” he countered with a smirk and I barked a laugh.
“You’re welcome to my dessert anytime.”
“Good to know.” The sassy smirk vanished and Jay once again chewed at his lip. “When would you like to get together again? I mean...unless you were kidding and this was a one time thing.”
There was no way in hell I was letting this be a one time thing. “My schedule is pretty open in the evenings unless I have a call-off at work. When works bes
t for you?”
“Tomorrow I’ve got to get my ass in gear and put out some resumes.” Working was important to Jay, and I respected him for that. “But maybe we can meet up the next day? I’ll cook again.”
I chuckled and couldn’t keep my hand from his cheek. “You don’t have to make me dinner every time we get together.”
“I like to cook,” he answered with a shrug, and my grin widened.
“And I like to eat. I guess we’re a pretty good match.” Shut your damn mouth, Vic! You’ll send him running!
“I guess we are,” he replied quietly with what looked like a wistful gleam in his eye. My heart swelled with hope but I tamped that shit back down where it belonged. There was nothing I could do about the swelling of my dick, though; Jay’s broad, hairy body was in front of me in only a pair of thin cotton boxers. I wanted nothing more than to march him back to his bedroom, but I shoved that thought away too.
“I’ll see you later, then.”
“See you.” Jay pecked a kiss to my lips before he closed the door, and left me blinking at the wood. I’m so fucked.
Chapter Six
Jay
The past couple of weeks with Vic have been the best (and sexiest) of my life. He introduced me to something called docking and holy mother of freckled foreskin, it was hot. He enveloped the tip of my dick with the flesh of his own and jerked us together. Seeing his skin swell up with my cum when I erupted was so erotic I damn near passed out.
Vic also showed me exactly how he liked me to touch his cock; with long, smooth strokes and a corkscrew twist over his tip. And not to brag, but I’d perfected the art of the blowjob, and loved every minute of practice.
But it wasn’t just the sex I enjoyed; I loved spending time with Vic. Usually, I preferred having alone time over interacting with others, but he was the one person I couldn't get enough of. I loved cooking for him and the way he raved about the food, even if it was something simple. I loved hearing about his work and telling him how my job search was going. Every minute I spent with him made it more clear to me that I was falling in love with him.
The idea itself didn't scare me. Being with Vic cleared my confusion and worries away. He helped me understand who I was and what I wanted; I wanted him and the clarity he gave me.
The problem was that Vic didn't see me the same way. Since day one, he made it clear that this thing between us was purely physical. He wasn't interested in a relationship and I couldn't expect more from him when he'd been so honest about his intentions.
I needed to stop torturing myself by being with him when it meant so much to me and nothing to him, but I couldn't help myself. The greater torture would be letting him go. So, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed his number, and he answered on the second ring.
"Hey Jay, what's up?"
"I got an interview on Wednesday with Reynolds and Company." It was the first positive lead I had since losing my job and as soon as I got the news, I wanted to share it with Vic.
"That's so great! I know you'll blow them away."
"I hope so." Reynolds and Company offered good pay and a great benefit package. Better yet, they'd never had layoffs. They kept their staff numbers low, and only had an opening because one of their employees retired.
"I'm sure of it."
“Thanks, Vic.” His belief in me meant the world.
“So what are you up to today?”
“That’s actually the reason why I called; well, besides to tell you about the job interview.” I swallowed hard and continued, “I’m catching a movie this evening and was wondering if you’d like to go with me.” Thus far, we’d only gotten together at my place, so I was afraid this might be too date-y for him, but it was a movie I thought he’d enjoy. “It’s about a home invasion and is supposed to be super gory.”
I held my breath as I waited for his response. Usually, if I didn’t go to the movies alone, I went with Noah and Brooks, but they were still on the road with Noah’s opening tour act. It wasn’t the worst thing; Brooks liked to poke holes in movie plots and Noah got squeamish at the really bloody parts.
“Sounds fun,” Vic replied and I blew out a sigh of relief. “I saw a preview for that one last night and thought it looked good.”
“Great. So would you wanna meet at the theater, or…?”
“Can I pick you up? I’ve got something I want to show you.” My brain raced at all of the filthy possibilities.
“Sure. The movie starts at seven, so maybe around six thirty?”
“See you then.”
“Bye, Vic.” I hung up the phone and let out an unmanly squeal. Even though I lived alone, I still looked around to make sure no one heard it; that shit was so unlike me. I shook my head and shoved my phone back into my pocket. And now we wait.
*****
My pulse raced when a knock sounded at my door. Just knowing I was about to see Vic was enough to send my heart into overdrive. I pulled open the door and smiled at the man, who looked gorgeous in a pair of tight jeans and a button down gray shirt. I’d never seen him so dressed up, and I got a little thrill thinking it was just for me.
“Hey, Vic.”
“Hey. Ready to go?”
“Yep.” I took a step towards the exit, but he held up his hands.
“Ah ah, you’ve got to close your eyes.”
“What? Why?”
“Remember the thing I wanted to show you? It’s a surprise.” I furrowed my brows and Vic poked his bottom lip out. “Please? For me?”
Dammit, he knows my weakness. I slid my eyes shut and Vic took my hand. He shut the door behind me and led me several steps along the walkway before stopping abruptly. “Okay...open them.”
“Holy shit!” Before me was a cherry red 1967 Pontiac GTO convertible with its top down. “This is yours?” Vic beamed proudly as he nodded. “How long have you had this? Why didn’t you tell me?” I didn’t mean to interrogate him, but I was just so fucking excited; I loved vintage cars. Vic mentioned that he loved them too and that he often went to antique car shows, but I had no idea that he owned one.
“I’ve been fixing it up for a while,” he explained with a shrug. “I had to rebuild most of the engine. I didn’t want to tell you until I had it done; I wanted to surprise you.”
“Surprised doesn’t begin to cover it.” I ran my fingers along the hood as I stepped around to the front of the vehicle. “It’s gorgeous. Can I see the engine?”
“Sure.” Vic popped the hood, revealing a freshly cleaned and polished metallic blue engine block.
“Is this all original?”
“Yep. I had to rebuild the heads and intake, but all of the original parts are there.”
“This is fucking impressive.”
“Thanks.” His eyebrow curved up as he smirked. “You wanna drive?”
“Are you shitting me?” Car guys were usually protective of their vehicles for good reason; they spent countless hours working to restore them to their original splendor. I couldn’t believe he was offering me this. Vic huffed a laugh and tossed me the keys. When I caught them, I actually moaned. “I think I just creamed my jeans.” He laughed out loud as he closed the hood and took a seat in the passenger side. I moaned again when I slid into the driver’s seat.
“Wait; you can drive a stick shift, right?”
“Oh yeah. I learned to drive on a stick shift before I ever touched an automatic.” I turned the key and beamed when the engine revved up. “Oh god; listen to it purr.”
Vic chuckled as he flipped his sunglasses from his head down over his eyes. “Let’s go, Jay. I feel the need...the need for speed.”
I groaned as I rolled my eyes. “I can’t hang out with you anymore if you’re gonna say cheesy shit like that.”
“You realize that would mean no more car, right?”
“Well in that case, cheese away.” Vic laughed again and nudged my shoulder with his, and I shifted into reverse. “Let’s do this.”
The drive to the cinema was incredible. The
GTO handled like a dream, and people stared in awe as we passed. The cool autumn air swirled around us and whipped through my hair. I’d never felt freer, and I had Vic to thank for it.
“Whatcha think?” Vic asked as I pulled into a parking spot.
“I wish I lived farther away from the cinema.” He chuckled as I killed the engine. “It’s incredible. Are you going to enter it in shows?”
“At first, rebuilding it was just a hobby, but now I’m thinking about taking it to a show or two.”
“You should; it’s obvious you put a lot of work into it. I’m proud of you.” Wait, was that a weird thing to say? Vic didn’t seem to think so; he just gave me a sweet smile.
“Thank you.” He let out a long breath and turned towards the theater. “Ready for some blood and guts?”
“Hell yeah.”
I paid for our tickets, so Vic insisted on buying snacks for us. He got a tub of popcorn for us to share, two large sodas, and a box of Red Hots for me because he remembered that I liked cinnamon. It was a little thing, but it meant a lot to me.
Watching the movie with Vic was both a great and frustrating experience. The great part was how into the film he was; he didn’t question the plot or look away when things got messy. He even laughed along with me at parts that were probably inappropriate to laugh at, like the dumb expressions the characters wore while getting chopped up.
One woman sitting in front of us even turned around while we were chuckling and accused us of being ‘sick bastards’. When I told her, “Calm your tits; it’s just a movie”, Vic laughed harder and gave me a high five when she turned back around.
The frustrating part was having him so close, but knowing I couldn’t touch him. It was odd; I could drop to my knees and suck him off right then (well, maybe not right then; the theater was pretty crowded) and it would be fine, but reaching out to hold his hand seemed like a step too far. It hurt knowing this outing meant more to me than to Vic, but being with him was the best kind of pain.