Page 20 of Wrecked for the Holidays

When I reached his waist, I teased my tongue along the edge of his boxers, and he thrust his hips up to meet my mouth. With a chuckle, I grasped his hips and held them steady so I could make my way farther down. I mouthed along the outline of his dick, licking and sucking at his shaft with just the thin fabric between us. The wet fabric clung to his thickened cock and the scent of his precum was a heady drug. I teased his shorts down a little and was rewarded with one of his filthy moans. It was guttural in a way I’d never heard. My cock begged for relief, but I did my best to ignore it.

As I slipped his boxers lower, I licked a stripe across the exposed part of his dick. With each inch of beautiful flesh revealed, I kissed and sucked more. Jakob uttered nothing more than whimpers and moans. It was a goddamn symphony.

When his cock was finally free, I leaned back so I could fully appreciate it. I might be biased, but damned if it wasn’t the prettiest cock I’d ever seen. It was flushed pink with a deep fuchsia head. It wasn’t overly girthy but slender and long, with an elegant arch to the right. There was a small thatch of dark-blond curls nestling his cock and his delicate balls were already drawn up close to his body.

I leaned down to inhale his musk and draw one of his balls into my mouth. When I gently sucked on the orb, he rewarded me with a sharp intake of air. I tried it with the other and received the same reaction.

I replaced my mouth with my hand to gently cup them and licked a stripe up the underside of his dick. The vein that ran along his dick was a perfect guide to hishead. A drop of precum had beaded at his slit, and I captured it with my tongue. It had the delicious tang of salt and an inexplicable something that was all Jakob. With my eyes focused on his heaving chest, I eased his cock into my mouth. The finer details of my first blowjob might have faded over time, but the memories of how quickly I shot my load hadn’t.

Jakob was already mewling, and I tightened my grip on his hips to maintain some semblance of control. I didn’t want to ruin this for him with an accidental scrape of my teeth. I sucked his dick fully into my mouth and swallowed around him, summoning a fresh wave of cursing from his lips. I bobbed until he was fully wet between my spit and his precum. I rolled his balls in my hand and they tightened even more. His breath stuttered, and I felt the telltale stiffening of his body as his orgasm approached. Any words he managed to say had become incoherent whines and pleadings. Without warning, his release flooded my mouth, and I swallowed quickly to capture every delicious drop.

My cock was hard to the point of pain when I finally pulled it from my pants. Kneeling over Jakob, I frantically jacked myself in a desperate attempt to find my release. My moan joined his harsh pants as my orgasm built inside me. Jakob stared at me through hooded eyes and blown pupils. It had been years since I’d confined myself to a blowjob session on the couch, but I knew it was Jakob’s first, and I hoped it was memorable enough for him.

“Come on me, Papa. Paint me with your cum.” His words sent me over the edge and ropes of white spurted from my dick across Jakob’s stomach and chest. He lay underneath me, boneless and relaxed. “I’ve never tasted someone else’s cum.”

Without hesitation, I swiped through the stickiness and fed it to him. Jakob’s eyes locked with mine as he sucked my fingers into his mouth and cleaned them off. It was all too much for me, and I collapsed on top of him. I wiggled my arms underneath him and buried my face against his neck. He did the same to me while wrapping his legs around my waist. We lay together for however long as we tried to calm our breathing enough to speak again. Jakob found his voice first.

“Thank you, Papa. That was the best blowjob of my life. It goes in the yes pile.”

“It was the only blowjob of your life, love.”

“And it would be terrible if it had sucked.”

“Well, thank God for me that it didn’t. But if we don’t get up, we will both have the not-great-for-anyone side effect of coming and not cleaning up.”

“Hmmm?” Jakob responded absently.

“Dried cum doesn’t feel good for anyone. We gotta get cleaned up before westick to each other.”

“Wanna help me clean up?”

“Hell, yes.”

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“Is the water too hot?” I checked again and then waited for Jakob to approve it. He dipped his fingers in, followed by a shake. “Do you want some bubbles too?”

“Bubbles? Like a bubble bath?” I smiled fondly and nodded at Jakob’s question. His enthusiasm for almost everything made me smile. Yeah, it was sappy, but I had zero intention of changing. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Done, baby. Let’s get you in the water.”

I held his hand to help steady him as he stepped into the nineties monstrosity that was my garden tub. It was ugly and took up too much space, but it was great for baths. On our way upstairs, I’d stopped by the kitchen to grab a sieve and measuring cups, and I tossed those into the tub. Jakob slid under the water until only his face floated in a sea of bubbles. “Are you going to fall asleep in there?”

“No, but floating in hot water is much better than floating in cold water at the pool.”

“Did you spend a lot of time at the pool when you were a kid?”

“No,” Jakob scoffed. “I had to take a PE credit in college, and swimming was the easiest one to ensure I didn’t get hurt with the adults.” Jakob was wistful by the end of the explanation. “It was one of my favorite classes, even with the cold water.”

“Maybe we can find a place to go swimming around here.”

“Maybe so,” Jakob answered with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Given his tone, I was pretty sure it still mattered, but it was a discussion that could wait. I kissed the top of his head before turning to start the shower. Jakob tore himself away from trying to overflow the cups with his sieve and asked, “Why not just get in with me?”

“Because, sweetheart, if I do that, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.”

“But what if I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.”

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