Page 44 of Road Trip

Itwas?

I mean, for me, yeah. But I’d been having my dick sucked. That was never going to be not hot. But for Jacob? He’d liked it too? I felt a sudden surge of bravado, all mixed up with lust and curiosity and even a weird bit of jealousy. Like, Jacob got to suck adick before I did? Typical! But the jealousy was admittedly pretty hard to hold onto given it was my dick he’d sucked.

“Can I try?” I asked.

It was Jacob’s turn to nod like a bobblehead. His dick was hard, and it bounced as he scrambled up to sit on the side of the bed, like he thought I might change my mind or something. But there was zero chance of that happening. Not when I’d been secretly dreaming about Jacob’s dick since the moment I first figured out what mine was for. I slid down onto my knees and shuffled around so I was between his spread thighs and wow, now that it was right in my face I had to stop and catch my breath because that was alotof dick to swallow.

You can do this. You deep throated a hot dog for laughs once, remember?

Which, looking back, was a dumbass thing to do for a guy who’d been trying to stay in the closet. Like, gay or not, you deep throat a hot dog and things will be said around school.

“You’re thinking of the hot dog, aren’t you?” Jacob asked me, quirking a brow.

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Yes.”

“Hey,” he said, worry creasing his forehead, “you don’t have to do this.”

“No! I want to,” I said. “You’re pretty big, is all. I’m just figuring out the logistics.”

I reached out and wrapped a hand around his dick to hold it steady, then leaned in and licked it.

The skin was silky under my tongue with faint traces of soap and salt, and I liked it. I liked it so much I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of his dick and sucked. Jacob jerked like he’d been shot, his hips rocked forward, and precum flooded my mouth. I swallowed around the extra inch of dick without gagging, and a burst of something like pride washed over me. Jacob was right. Thiswashot as fuck.

Then Jacob’s fingers were in my hair, tugging gently, and that dialed every sensation up a notch. Shit. I wanted him topull my hair harder. Except with a dick in my mouth, I couldn’t tell him that, and even if I hadn’t had a dick in my mouth, I wasn’t sure I’d know how to say it. Was this a kink, or was everyone into it? Jacob tightened his grip and tugged again—still gentle but definitely applying more pressure this time, making sure I felt it—and I made a noise that was so obviously fucking into it that I guessed we didn’t need to have that conversation after all.

I didn’t have any more rhythm than Jacob had probably, and I thought he lasted a little longer than I did. It was hard to tell. My brain went kind of fuzzy, and my body buzzed with new arousal—it was warm and slow like a hot bath, not sharp and urgent like it had been when Jacob blew me. It just felt good to be making him feel good, and every gasping breath he gave, every jerk of the muscles in his abdomen or thighs, every time his fist tugged my hair, caused a new wave of heat to course through me.

He did better than me in that he at least managed to gasp out, “Matty!” so I had time to pull off his dick before he tensed and came, decorating my skin with hot, messy streaks. I’d never understood why people thought facials were hot when I watched porn, but apparently it was one of those things where you literally had to be there, because holyshit.This was the hottest thing ever.

I did that!

Well, the cum was his, but I was the reason I was wearing it.

Jacob stared at me, his chest heaving, and I grinned up at him before I stuck my tongue out and traced my bottom lip, licking up the cum there. Jacob reached down and cupped my filthy face, then leaned down and kissed me, and okay,thatwas officially the hottest thing ever.

“Get up here,” he said and flopped back onto the bed. It took me a minute to remember how my legs worked, but once I could move, I flopped on the bed right next to him. I turned to face him only to find him watching me, eyes bright. “That was awesome. Are we blow job kings? I feel like we’re blow job kings.”

I snorted. “We’re so not.” I ran a hand over my cheek,smearing the cum that was still there. “We need a lot more practice.”

“We should have done this earlier,” he said. “Then we’d be blow job kings by now.”

“Earlier?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. If I’d figured out I was bi when I was, like, fifteen or something, we could have had three years of practice already.”

“When you were fifteen, you had zits,” I said. “Hard pass.”

“Fuck off!” He reached up above him for a pillow and thwapped me with it. “You had more zits than me when we were fifteen!” He poked me in the chin. “In fact…”

I twisted my head away. “That’s a mosquito bite.”

“Is not.”

“Is not,” I echoed. “This is why we couldn’t have dated when we were fifteen. We probably shouldn’t date now. We sound like we’retwelve.”

He snorted and stared up at the ceiling. “Do you think there’s a moment when you actually feel grown-up? Or, like, are guys like my dad just totally faking it and building their retirement funds and investments and all that shit but secretly thinking about if they should buy the Lego Millenium Falcon?”

“Dude, Lego costs a fortune,” I said. “You need to be a grown-up to afford it. Have you seen the price of a Lego Millenium Falcon? They’re crazy expensive. No twelve-year-old is buying that with their allowance.”

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