Page 13 of First Puck

“That’s more like it!” He laughed, drawing in closer, his eyes gleaming.

I couldn’t tell if he was going to pleasure me or torture me. From his expression, it could go either way.

“Right, you ready for this? Your very first blow job!” he said cheerily, as if we were just messing around at a practice game, even though he was gripping my cock while I thought I was going to pass out from nerves.

“Don’t look so scared! It’ll be great.” He moved his palm from my cockhead and slapped my thigh like a car salesman on a hood. “Just hold on and let me take you for a ride.”

I was too distracted by his stupid joke to react as he suddenly shot forward.

Everything exploded as my cock disappeared into his mouth, and I yelled in surprise.

I dissolved in heat as every single drop of awareness I had rushed to my cock.

Hot and wet, his tongue curved to lick the underside of my cock as the hard line of his teeth bumped against my shaft.

“Brad!” I cried out as he wrapped his lips around me. It was happening too fast. I wasn’t prepared, but I couldn’t resist him.

“Brad, you’re too… I can’t do this… I’m going to—” I choked off as his moan vibrated through my cock as he pushed farther down.

I loved how his fingers clenched my hip to keep me pinned and under his control.

I didn’t stand a chance. I couldn’t stop it. I was going to come, and he was going to think I was stupid. There was no escaping it.

“Do you mean you can’t take me licking your cock?” he hummed moments before his tongue darted out to lap at the tip.

My legs spasmed as a shot of pure pleasure fired through my veins. I moaned so loudly that it echoed in my chest; the fist digging into the arm of the couch going numb from how hard I squeezed it.

“Brad…”

“Yeah,” he said, lifting himself from my cock again. “Keep moaning my name, just like that. Girls love doing that shit.”

“I said I’m not—”

“A girl, yeah. But you gotta practice, haven’t you? They get even more excited when you make a load of noise as well.” He chuckled right before he hurled himself back on my cock.

It hit the back of his throat, and I yelled out as I thrust forward.

He exploded into coughs, gagging as he rocked back on his heels.

“Holy shit,” he rasped, spluttering as his eyes watered.

“I’m so sorry!” I shot to the edge of the couch, reaching for him, trying to help, or something. I didn’t know what to do.

But he burst out laughing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Seriously, man, stop worrying. It’s all part of the job.” He threw me a wink, and I released a quick breath of relief, but nerves kept beating in my chest. Even though he said it was fine, I really didn’t want to hurt him.

Though it made it easier to stop being serious about it. Brad wasn’t making a big deal, so I didn’t need to, either.

Brad sighed, sounding satisfied as he took hold of my cock again. He angled it just right, but I couldn’t stifle all my embarrassing sounds of pleasure as he licked the taste of me from his lips.

I always thought he was hot, and I forced myself not to stare at him whenever he stripped after practice or when he wandered around in just his boxers.

But a fully clothed Brad, with his lips hovering over my cockhead, was so sexy I almost came as he leaned forward, watching me intensely.

“You should have told me about this way earlier,” he murmured, fixated on my cock. “I could have helped you ages ago.”

Did he mean he would have sucked me off if I said something earlier? He’d mentioned getting Suzy to do it, but what if I’d asked him to? Did this mean I could ask him for more when this was over?

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