Page 57 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“Saliva. Wrong…pipe,” he explains.
I laugh. Real, deep down from the soul laughter. It makes him glare at me. But I don’t care. I find his glower kind of sexy.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he mutters.
“That would be in contrast with my purpose of blowing your dick.”
“Jesus Christ, TJ!” he splutters, but I can see his cock stiffening inside his jeans.
I turn my cap backward before sliding my hand on his thigh.
He spreads his legs in invitation. “That cap move? Don’t fucking do it again in front of others,” he hisses. I like this jealous side of him. It makes me feel all…tingly.
The sound of his jeans’ zipper going down fills the jeep’s cabin.
Then I realize something. “Were you a jerk to me before because you were jealous, Spencer?”
“I…” My hand wrapping around his hard cock and pulling it out of his briefs makes him pause. “Fuck! Maybe.”
His reluctant confession makes me smirk smugly. “I don’t want anybody else but you, got it?”
His eyes glaze over with pleasure.
“Next time talk to me. Don’t like to be treated like shit,” I state firmly.
He nods. “Noted.”
I’m holding another man’s cock for the first time, but it doesn’t feel that different from when I do mine. Spencer’s dick is smaller and thinner, perfect, and I’m salivating over it. I slide my hand over the smooth skin, top to base, making him tremble and moan.
And I do find a difference. The gratification and empowerment I get from knowing that I’m giving him pleasure. A pleasure he’s not afraid to chase as he bucks his hips, making my hand slide again, reaching the slick tip. I spread the pre-cum with my thumb, but it’s not enough, so I let my spit fall on his cock and balls, loving the way he grunts—and then I start really working him.
“God, yes! Just like that,” he encourages me, pulling my cap off to grab on my hair. I lower my head until our lips touch, and Spencer quickly delves his tongue in my mouth, ravaging it. He tastes sweet and bitter like the coffee ice cream he ate. It’s fucking intoxicating.
I nip his lower lip and then shift my body back until my head is an inch from his dick. It’s not a very comfortable position—especially for someone my size in such a small space—but I’m too excited to care. My hand keeps pumping as my tongue starts lapping at his balls. I love some nuts-loving while jerking off, and from Spencer’s long groan, he might like it, too. The earthy, soapy smell of his cock is my new favorite, and I expand my lungs to the maximum to get a big fill.
I focus on his balls for a few minutes, sucking, licking, pulling gently, until he demands—demands—that I make good of my words and suck him off. I’m more than happy to oblige since I’m dying to taste his cum right from the source. In spite of that, I’m a little nervous about giving head.
It’s my first time, and Spencer is a fucking genius at it. I watched some tutorials on the internet on how to give a good blowjob, but that’s all theory, while this is the practice bit.
He must read something on my face because his thumb moves to my cheek, brushing the skin delicately in a repetitive, comforting move. “Open your mouth wide,” he instructs me, “Take what you can and suck on it while you bob your head.”
I follow his directions and close my lips around the head first. His intimate, salty taste hits my tongue, and I moan at how good it feels. I already know I’ll fucking love sucking cocks.
“Just like that. Enjoy my cock, TJ. Make it weep for you,” he grunts deeply. It spurs me on. Closing my eyes, I take more every time I go down on it until I feel it hitting my throat and his pubic hair tickles my nose. My gag reflex is triggered, but I remember the recommendation from the tutorial to relax my throat and breathe deeply.
“Fuck, TJ. God. Can you swallow?” Spencer pants. I try and feel like I’m choking, but I stay put. I’m a fucking athlete. I’m used to hard and tough—no pun intended.
“Look at me,” he orders. I do, and Jesus, he looks on the verge of losing it. “Look at what you’re doing …to me.” He lets out a long moan. His pupils are blown, eyes crazed with lust, lips swollen over his teeth. I want more. Want to see him wrecked by unmeasurable ecstasy.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are with my dick in your throat?”
Keeping my gaze on him, I slide all the way up and then drop my mouth down again. He cries out, his hand pulling on my hair to the point of pain as I start a merciless tempo. I’m hollowing my cheeks, sucking hard as I go up and down, feeling the ache forming in my jaw, the stretch to my lips. My dick is leaking inside my jeans, and I want to jerk it so fucking much, but my hands are both full. One is inside Spencer’s shirt, gripping and pulling on his nipple, and the other is massaging his balls. I give them a hard pull, and Spencer growls, “If you don’t want to swallow your first load, move now!”
I do move…up, but just to slide down his dick again. He groans so fucking loud as he comes, flooding me with his jizz. I pull out and cough as he keeps shooting on my lips and cheek.
“Goddamnit. You’re a natural,” he praises me after the orgasm gradually subsides. I smile happily, licking his cum off my lips. It’s delicious. I should have experimented years ago. But I have a weird feeling it wouldn’t have been the same with another guy.
“Got to learn how to swallow better. As my coach always says, practice makes perfect,” I tease.
