Page 12 of First Puck

“Yeah, but…” His hands paused as he looked up at me, his lips twisting in a way I knew he was going to say something that would break my heart. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

My breath caught as I cracked. If Brad’s attention hadn’t dropped back to my cock, he would have seen the pain flaring on my face.

“What do you mean?” I croaked, nearly collapsing at the hope and fear which burst in me along with the brush of his hand. This was what I’d been avoiding, what I’d been scared of for so long. I’d lost sleep over how badly I needed to tell him how I felt about him.

And, like always, it was so easy for Brad to just lay it out there without thinking about the consequences.

“I mean, who else is going to let me touch their dick like this? You’re the one, man. I can’t get away with sucking anyone else off and them getting weird about it. But you’re different.”

I didn’t even have time to be disappointed.

Because the worst thing was, he licked his lips as he shuffled closer, his shoulders bumping against my thighs.

He didn’t see it; he didn’t understand. And I dug my fingers into the arm of the couch hard enough to sting as I swallowed my feelings. Because if I had to choose between being with him and enduring the pain, or confessing the truth and losing him, the choice was obvious.

I might never get to do this again.

Every stroke sent shudders through me, the pleasure growing stronger. I was losing control, and I thought I was going to die from embarrassment.

As team forwards, we both had the same roles when we played, but we had our own styles. I trained to be fast, scanning the rink to cover all my bases. I was always clocking other players’ positions to work out our advantage.

And Brad looked for routes to weave through the other team’s defense to get to his goal. And now, the determination he showed when he soared down the ice and reached his target was all focused on me. He’d slipped through my guards, and I was his new goal.

He said it wouldn’t change anything, but if I stopped him now, maybe it would still be okay. We could just brush it off and it wouldn’t get any weirder.

Which I was seconds away from doing. Until his palm ground against my cockhead as he stroked me and I doubled over.

“Brad! What the hell!?” I yelped in surprise, my chest nearly hitting his head as I pitched forward. One moment I was writhing around, then suddenly, my fingers wedged into his shoulder so I didn’t come all over him like an idiot.

There was no way I could let his mouth anywhere near my cock unless I wanted him to make fun of me for coming instantly. And, after all his teasing so far, I didn’t know if I could take it.

“Why are you so good at this?” I asked, pushing at him to lift myself back up.

I flinched at his grin, worried he really was about to laugh. Instead, he smoothly tilted his chin, puffing out his chest.

“Alex, man,” he tutted. “You have the honor of being jerked off by a true sex wizard. Don’t question my ways. Simply sit back and let me work my magic.”

“You are such a dork sometimes.” I snorted. But I only had a second to be distracted before his thumb firmly rubbed the ridge of my cock, his other hand still circling my cockhead.

I fell back onto the couch, and pressed my forearm over my eyes so I couldn’t look at the way he was grinning at me. If I could block my ears, that would be even better.

I always wanted him to look at me, but I didn’t think his heated stare would be so intense.

I wished he wasn’t so gentle with me, because it felt as if it really meant something to him.

With only dim light creeping under the sides of my forearm, I could feel every bump and groove of Brad’s calloused hands. I groaned as the backs of his short nails ran down the ridge of my cock to hold the base.

“Hey, dude, I’m about to suck you off. What’s the point of putting on a show if you’re not going to watch?”

I stilled under him, knowing he was right. I didn’t know if he thought this was a one-off or the start of something. No matter how confusing it was, I didn’t want to miss out.

“It’s your first blow job, man. You’ve got to know what you’re getting into.”

I hesitantly pulled my arm away, peering at him.

My heart clenched as I caught Brad pouting as he looked up at me. Was he seriously getting huffy over the fact I wasn’t paying proper attention to him?

He puffed his cheeks out, sighing sharply. My arm dropped, and I was worried I’d done something wrong, until he burst into another grin, wide enough to show off his teeth.

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