Page 17 of First Puck

“Why?” I asked, my chest tighter with every breath

“Because I’m not gonna think your orgasm face is weird!” He laughed loudly, totally throwing me off as he plunged back onto my cock.

My head snapped back, and I gasped as he took me even deeper.

I was nearly there, just on the cusp of an orgasm. I needed the flow; I had to find the forward movement.

I was too carried away, clenching him too much, but the wet heat of his mouth was too addictive.

It felt like he was urging me on with every gentle move and each gentle notch of my hips.

I was trying to control myself, but it was too much, especially when he moaned again.

“Brad, wait. Brad, I can’t stop if you do that!” I protested as he sucked me so hard my eyes popped.

“I’m gonna blow, Brad. Brad, please, I’m going to come.”

He squeezed my thigh like he was telling me to go for it. The couch shook as we sped up, losing myself in the sensation of my best friend moaning around my cock.

All the feelings I’d crushed for years burst free as my pleasure peaked.

“Brad! I’m—” I cut myself off as I thrust, shooting straight into his mouth.

I ground against him, my gaze falling to his tear-stained eyes endlessly watching me.

I needed him to look at me like there was nothing else in the world.

My cum surrounded my cock, blending with Brad’s saliva. I couldn’t stop moaning, crying out, gasping, and not once did he stop licking me. His tongue cradled my cock as his lips kept me inside him, and I thought I really would break from how fascinated he looked as I fucked his face.

My grip tightened even more, and I thrust again, so taken away by it that I forgot what I was doing until Brad exploded in a round of coughing.

“Oh my God!” I ripped him from my sensitive cock. “Brad, oh God. I’m so sorry!” I shouted as pleasure quickly gave way to shock.

I flinched back, but he kept his hand on my thigh and wouldn’t let me go. I thought he was going to spit it out, or do somethingother than look me straight in the eye, smirk, and swallow my cum like it was a mid-morning treat.

My mouth dropped open as his throat bobbed, followed by his loud gulp.

“Brad, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—” I tried to finish my sentence but it fell away as he exaggerated licking his lips.

“Damn, Alex. That was so fucking sexy. I can’t believe no one’s sucked you off before when you make noises like that.”

I winced as I slowly released his hair. I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth.

My hand glided to his neck. I wanted to stroke his cheeks and clean the cum from his lips with mine.

“How could you enjoy it?” I asked. “I just messed you up so much.”

“Yeah, but I still look hot as fuck, don’t I? It’s just another first, because I swear, I’ve never looked like this before.” I couldn’t believe he threw me a wink after what I’d just done to him.

He lifted his hand, wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, and looked at me too seriously. “Hey, man. Just a thought…”

“What? What is it?” I asked, all my anxiety flooding to the surface. The Brad I knew only made that kind of expression when he was going to say something difficult.

I prepared myself for the worst years ago, but I still didn’t know if I could handle it. Our friendship was over; he’d never talk to me again. He was disgusted with me, he thought I was some kind of freak, even though he was the one who just did that.

“So, you’ve never had a blow job, right? Does that mean you and Suzy have never fucked?”

He was stock-still, watching me intensely, waiting for my answer. Brad said he only sucked me off to help me out. Would he do the same if I told him I was still a virgin?

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