Page 20 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“You could say that.” He wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and squeezed, making it even harder. The veins grew even fatter, and he moaned when he squeezed again.

“Your cock is so damn beautiful.”Beautiful?Can a dick be beautiful? And has any hockey player in the history of the world ever described one that way?

“Glad you think so.” His voice was husky, and he gave himself another squeeze, this time throwing in a hearty groan for good measure.

“Here, let me…”Let me what?“I’ve never blown anyone, but…”

“You don’t have to suck me. If we do this again and you want to try, that would be great, but it’s okay if you don’t.”

I looked up into his eyes, which were glimmering with something that might have been affection. Reaching out to run a finger along the side of his cock, I said, “I can’t leave you like this. I want to get you off.”

“There are lots of things you could do for me.” He pushed a damp lock of hair off my forehead. “Want to jerk me off? You know how incredible it feels when someone else does that for you.”

I’ll be damned if my dick didn’t twitch. There was no way I could get hard again so soon, but it gave me an extra burst of energy to help Sven out. I stood and nodded at the chair. “Your turn. Sit down and I’ll give you a handie to remember.”

“Deal.” He sat and scooted forward in the chair the way I had. When I got to my knees, he said, “Do what you do to yourself. Chances are, I’ll like it, but I’ll let you know if I don’t.”

I was tempted to suck him, but I wouldn’t know what I was doing. Sven was hung, and who knew if I could even get it all in my mouth? He’d just given me the blow job of my life, and I owed him an A-plus orgasm in return. I’d study some gay blow job porn, and if we messed around again, I’d suck himthen. Regardless, I wanted to taste him, so I swiped some of the precum from his dick and sucked it off my finger. “A little salty but mostly sweet.”

“It’s the pineapple I eat every day.”

“I’ve heard of that. Does it really work?”

Chuckling, he pushed more hair back off my forehead. “Hell if I know. You’re too easy, Pip.”

My cheeks stung, but I covered with a quick retort. “Not always, but considering you just sucked out my soul…”

“Whatever. Get to work before I come from seeing you on your knees for me.”

He moaned when I took his cock in my hand and gave him a few tentative jerks. When more precum emerged from his slit and ran down his shaft, I smeared it around like lube. Then I started jerking again, faster this time but using a light grip. It was what I did when I was excited but wanted to make it last.

“Shit. I can already tell you’re an expert.”

“Been doing it since I was eleven.”

After a long moan, he said, “Guess I was a late bloomer. Twelve.”

I grinned. “Relax, Sven. Enjoy.”

“Oh fuck. Do it like that.”

He was watching me every time I looked up. His cock was heavy, and it had gotten thick. I smeared more precum around the head because, since I wasn’t circumcised either, I understood how sensitive his glans was. When I used my free hand to play with his nuts, he groaned.

“You like this?” I asked.

“Fucking love it. You’re…” He waited a few seconds before adding, “Just make me come. I got really excited blowing you.”

I tightened my grip but maintained the leisurely pace. Since he’d taken his time with me, he was probably feeling prettydesperate. I didn’t want to make him come too quickly, but I also didn’t want to torture him, so I let go and spat into my hand.

“Shit, that’s hot,” he whispered.

I wrapped my fist around him and started jerking. The movements were smoother as my spit mixed with his precum and formed an effective lube.

“Don’t stop,” he urged. “Please don’t stop, Pip.”

His butt was almost hanging off the edge of the seat, and even in the dim light, I could see his asshole. A thrill shot through me, and I knew then that I wanted to fuck him one day. Not right then, because even if he was up for it, I still hadn’t recovered enough to get hard. But someday, I would.

He’d lolled his head back and closed his eyes, so I spat on my free hand and teased the spit-slick fingers down his balls and beyond them. He hummed when I glided down his taint, and when my finger found the taut muscular opening and began massaging it, he grunted and opened his eyes. “Pip?”

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