Page 11 of First Puck

Sucking someone off was no joke, especially when it was my first time, too. I had to nail this on the head. Literally.

“Yeah… Cool,” he said softly, giving me another one of his cute, shaky smiles.

I shot him a wide grin before I shifted my weight forward. I wasn’t holding back now.

The instant I wrapped my fingers around his cock, his whole body jerked, and he moaned so loud I felt it ringing in my heart.

Alex

Icouldn’t believe this was happening.

I cried out as my back arched, thrusting forward, his hot hand knocking against my pelvis.

“Brad, wait,” I said as pleasure fizzled through my lower half, spiraling straight to my toes.

“Brad, are you—” But I couldn’t ask him anything as he cupped my cockhead.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, raw heat blowing my senses as he stroked my slit.

It never felt like this when I did it to myself. How did he make it feel so good?

My thighs shuddered, spreading open naturally, my bunched hands pressed into the couch to control the shaking. All my thoughts of stopping him vanished as his rough thumb, worn from years of practice, softly spread pre-cum over my cockhead.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he hummed. “Has anyone even stroked your dick before?”

Brad stole my answer by shifting his thumb, stroking downward instead.

I groaned at how easy it was for him to just grab my cock like it was nothing when I’d dreamed of doing it to him for years.

He was ripping my heart apart. I was so exposed to him, and each move he made, made it so sweet and painful. I didn’t understand how people could bear to feel like this.

“No way!” He laughed, giving me another firm stroke, tearing a gasp from me. “Alex, man, what have you been doing all the time? Just training and playing Xbox?”

Or watching gay porn. Or figuring out what the hell was wrong with me. Or trying not to be upset that Brad fucked any girl who smiled at him but never looked at me. Or just lying on our couch, listening to emo music as I did a combination of all three.

I frantically shook my head. I was blushing wildly, and the need circling my body kept messing with my brain.

I couldn’t even look at him as he leaned in close enough that his breath swept over my cock.

“Oh, dude, you have so much catching up to do.”

I thought I was going to simultaneously throw up and melt as he stroked me again. I peeked at him through one eye. All his focus was on my cock. I’d only ever seen him so concentrated when we were out on the ice.

“Can you see it, Alex? Look at the way your cock is disappearing into my hand. I’ve never seen this before.” Hechuckled as he wrapped his whole hand around my cock, his fingers locking together. My eyes shot open as he ever so tenderly squeezed my cockhead with his other hand, and an even louder cry ripped from me as pure pleasure beat through me.

It couldn’t be real. How could Brad ever want to do that, and even say those words to me?

“Like, if I hold your cock here and stroke down, it’s like it’s popping up out of my fist.”

“Brad! God!” I shouted, half from pleasure, half from embarrassment. But it didn’t stop him.

“But then, if I move up and cover you like this, it’s like your cock is hiding from us. This is mental.”

“It’s not! It’s totally normal. Just stop talking about it.”

“But you’re so hard and soft at the same time.” He stroked me in a way that made my whole body jerk, and I had to slam my hand on the arm of the couch to stop myself from thrusting straight into his hand.

“Your cock is like that, too, isn’t it?” My chin dipped as I asked him.

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