Page 15 of First Puck

“Why not? It’s what I do with all the girls. Come on, it’s fine.” I shrugged as I pushed at his hip again, shifting him into place. “I’ll like it.”

“How do you know you’ll like it?”

Because I knew for an absolute fact that whatever sound Alex would make as he shoved me on his cock was going to be worth all the gagging. If he didn’t do it, I was going to swallow him down, anyway—I was just giving him a chance to take the reins.

“Honestly, just do it, man. I want to make sure I do a proper job.” A sly smile crossed my face and he made that expression he always did when he was trying not to laugh. So, I squeezed his cock before he could switch to glowering at me for my top-tier jokes.

“Are you going to do it or not?” I asked.

I gave him five seconds. By the time he made a choice, I’d flung myself into it.

His cock sailed right past my teeth, going straight down without stopping. When his cock hit the back of my throat, he cried out so loudly it filled the room.

“Brad! Hang on! You can’t just—” He moaned as I pressed him in deeper.

I gagged so hard my stomach heaved, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

I always told him he was way too reserved. Unless it was Xbox or out on the ice, he never raised his voice.

Grinding my tongue against his shaft, I tried breathing through my nose. But I failed so hard I ended up coughing all over him, and he absolutely lost it.

I had to pull back, groaning as his whole body shook. And I joined him, rolling my hips, rubbing my cock against my sweats. My tongue found the ridge of the underside of his cock. Like his cock was a hot dog and I was a bun, I wrapped myself around him. Though I was a pretty useless bun, because as soon as he thrust, all I could do was try to stay on his cock.

I was distracted as the pressure eased on my scalp. Alex let go of my hair, and that totally wasn’t the game plan.

Before he could get away, my hand shot up, slapping over his. There was no way I was letting him escape. I was teaching him how to take a blow job, so Alex was getting the complete package.

“Brad,” he moaned deep from his chest. “Brad, it’s good. It’s so good. But you’re going to hurt yourself.”

He was right; it was pretty rough. Whenever I bobbed my head, his cock thumped into my throat, which I was pretty sure was going to leave me hoarse. But that was what was so fucking sexy about it. Alex taking control, Alex driving into me while absolutely losing it because I was making him feel so good. What could be better than that?

I wanted him to get everything he could out of me.

“Brad, please…” he trailed off as he moved in time with my bobbing head. “Brad, can you just—” But there was no way he was finishing that sentence when I swept my tongue over his slit before my mouth opened and I went back down.

It was seriously cool, though. All I had to do was weave my tongue or bob my head in the perfect way to make Alex bend and shake under me. If I went slow, his moans were low and he murmured more about how amazing it felt. If I went fast, he would cry and shout out, telling me to stop while holding me close.

He was so fucking responsive.

His voice was so loud in the dull quiet of the concrete walls, and the scratchy couch grew even coarser as his bare ass rubbed against it. His wide chest heaved as I lifted my head, and I gave one last flick of my tongue on his cockhead before I met his hot gaze.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I said again, encouraging him by softly stroking my hand up and down his spit-stained cock. “Like, I don’t just want to suck your cock; I want you to fuck my face, you know?”

He completely froze under me as my heart flew into my aching throat. Maybe that was too far.

Alex blinked at me, so I decided I just had to go for it. He’d already thrust into me enough that he should know I could take it. He just needed more confidence.

Though it was kind of weird that I was a bit jealous of whoever got to suck him off next.

“Alex, come on. You can do it.”

“O-okay…” he said, his throat bobbing as he swallowed nervously.

He bit his lip before I lowered back down, squeezing his hand on my head, getting him to grab my hair again.

His eyes scrunched closed, sucking in a harsh breath, and he used all that strength he harnessed on the ice to shove at me. Another one of those little whimpers dropped from him as his cock slid even deeper into my throat.

Yeah, he really was pretty fucking cute.

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