Page 12 of Protecting Paul

I’m pleased to see that he’s just as aroused as me. I stop his hands so I can take his boxers off for him. His eyes widen a bit as my hands graze his erection. He lets out a surprised moan. I’m guessing this incredible intensity is new for him too.

I kneel in front him, sliding his boxers down as I do. When he’s bare before me, I take his cock in my hand and pump slowly. He lets out more of those moans that are driving me crazy.

“Paul…” He whimpers out, his voice shaky with desire. I look up at him, and our eyes meet. Maintaining eye contact, I take him in my mouth. “Jesus… fuck…”

I’m urged on by his reaction, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. When he continues murmuring my name, begging, I move my mouth to swallow him fully. I reach my hand under, rubbing his balls to increase the feeling. If I’m good at anything, it’s giving a guy head.

I bob my head up and down, never stopping the movement of my tongue. I move faster and faster with each passing moment. I look up now and then, our eyes meeting, which makes my cock throb for him every time. I’m focused on him right now, though, not my arousal.

I can taste the head of his cock is beginning to drip with precum. He reaches down and tugs my hair softly. God, that’s hot. I move my hand to pump the base of his cock while still sucking with enthusiasm.

“Paul, holy shit,” he groans, his grip on my hair tightening. “You’re going to make me… Shit.”

The second he lets out that last word, his cock pulses. He cums in my mouth, and I swallow. He cries out my name again, and I feel so content knowing I’m bringing him this sort of pleasure. As I swallow and taste him fully, his body goes limp. He falls back on the bed, and I see his chest heaving. I pull my mouth off gently and wipe my lips.

There’s silence then, only filled by the sound of his heavy breathing. I move to lie next to him. He looks over at me and kisses me lazily.

“Give me a second….” He mumbles against my mouth and kisses me again. “That was… amazing. Best… head… ever. You’ll have to give me pointers.”

“You’re making me feel confident,” I laugh and gently stroke his hair. He grins at me and shrugs. “But I believe you.”

He sits up a little and tugs my boxers off. His strong hands grip my cock and begin moving up and down. It’s my turn to become undone under his touch and moan out his name. He moves his hand faster and faster. I’ve never felt so aroused by just a hand-job in my life.

The experience of giving him “the best head ever” already had me on the edge of cumming, so know I won’t last long. He kisses me again, and he doesn’t stop the entire time he’s stroking my cock. He nibbles on my lip before nipping at my jaw. He trails kisses down my neck, and I feel his teeth sucking and biting the sensitive skin of my neck. I hope it leaves a mark.

He strokes me faster, tightening his grip a little. I tilt my head back and don’t have time to say anything as I cum. He moves his hand the whole time, pulling me through the mind-blowing orgasm. I close my eyes and see stars as my stomach knots.

I feel the cum all over my shirt, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s undoubtedly the sexiest, best hand-job I’ve ever received. Now, it’s my turn to fall back limp and pant heavily. We’re both breathing heavily by the time I finish, lying next to each other in bliss.

“I need to change,” I finally say after a moment, laughing the tiniest bit. I stand up, giving him a quick kiss as I do. “I’ll be back, though.”

I feel his eyes on me as I walk away. After cleaning myself up, I head back to his bedroom. He’s already stripped down and is in bed. He pats the spot next to him, and I climb in, snuggling into his side in a spot that feels like it was made just for me. I fall asleep quickly, the only thoughts in my mind are how good it feels to be with Sam Conroy.

7

Sam

Thepasttwodaysof my life have been amazing. It’s the most fun I’ve had maybe ever. As much as I love Mark and my dad, the time I spend with Paul is on a different level. He brings me such intense joy that it almost scares me.

I have to keep reminding myself that he isn’t here to stay, so I need to avoid getting too invested. It’s important to appreciate the little time we have together, and the joy it brings into my life.

After our second first kiss and the subsequent hookup, things didn’t stop there. Kissing Paul was like a drug, or at least I imagined so as someone who’d never dabbled in that kind of thing. When I returned home from work the day after the best blowjob of my life, we resumed where we had left off.

“I’m not very good at this, just to warn you,” I told him when I kneeled before him. “Lack of experience.”

“It’ll be fine, Sammy,” He assures me and gently runs his fingers through my hair. “It’s pretty hard to fuck up a blowjob unless you bite my dick off.”

His joke made me laugh and eased my nerves. I took notes from him, swirling my tongue, rubbing his balls, and bobbing my head. When he came in my mouth, I felt a surge of pleasure. Apparently I’m not too awkward.

“That wasn’t bad at all,” he murmurs when I sit next to him and pull him into my side. “You sold yourself short.”

Now, it’s the last day he’ll be staying with me. I don’t say it out loud, but I’m sad. I’ll miss having him in my space and my arms.

“Today’s the day,” I say when I walk out into the living room, where Paul is sitting on the couch, packing his bags. “I promise we’ll get that asshole out of your house, alright?”

“I trust you, don’t worry,” Paul looks up at me, and he’s not lying. His eyes are full of hope. “Be careful, okay?”

“I always am,” I say, which may not be entirely true, but I hope it’ll make him feel better. “I’ve got this. I won’t let you down.”

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