Page 6 of First Puck

So, if I ticked off all of Alex’s firsts, then I’d be the most important person in his life. He’d never do anything without me, even if I wasn’t there, because he’d always remember me.

It was the absolute perfect plan.

And… He’d never had his cock sucked…

Alex sighed, biting his lip in a way that dragged my attention to his plump pink flesh, and heat rolled through me. It would have freaked me out if it was with any other guy, but it was Alex—everything was cool with Alex.

Way back before we started high school, I found out Alex hadn’t had his first kiss. So, I did it for him, just to get it out of the way. He was so nervous and fidgeting about it, but it was just what friends did for each other.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye as I pretended to focus on the screen.

I hadn’t really told Alex that I’d gotten off with one of the guys on the team last summer when I was wasted. It was just some kissing, not even touching each other or whatever. I didn’t want to tell him in case he thought it was weird—sometimes he got super touchy about sex, and it was kind of hard to guess when he was okay with me talking about it. But he usually told me before I got to the good part of the story if he wasn’t in the mood.

I hadn’t sucked a cock before, but I’d had tons of blow jobs. It couldn’t be that different giving instead of receiving. It was justlike switching to offence after playing defense for most of your life.

Probably.

I mean, I’d seen his dick when we were changing in the locker rooms and stuff like that, but it wasn’t like I’dlookedlooked.

“Are we going again or what?” Alex asked, shooting me another glare.

I’d obviously pissed him off by asking about his cock, but I just needed to know.

Our parents were out doing one of their Home Depot trips, and no one from school was coming around in the morning after the party we’d had last night, so we were totally free to do whatever.

I edged closer to him while he was setting up our next game. It was only when I was basically pressed up against him that he noticed.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he flinched, his eyes wide.

I ran my hand out along the back of the couch, my heart stammering. I didn’t think I’d actually get nervous with him, but it was there, flickering away as my fingers crept up the back of his neck, following the bumps of his spine as I leaned toward him.

He didn’t move an inch, not until my lips touched his neck. He suddenly shot back, knocking against the arm of the couch.

“Brad!” he yelped, slapping his hand on my shoulder, pushing me away, far enough to see his shocked expression.

The anger blazing across his face should have been enough to tell me to stop.

“Hey, man, you look pretty sexy right now, you know that?”

“What?” he snapped. “What are you talking about?”

Before I could even think about it properly, my hand was on his abs, lifting his shirt. He sucked in his stomach with a gasp, like he was making room for me to get under his shorts.

My fingers creased over the hard ridge of his muscles and the coarse line of hair leading to his cock. With a brush of my thumb over it, I was suddenly intensely aware of how much I wanted to follow the path.

We worked out together and put in the same amount of effort every day, but he always had more muscle than me. I drank beer and loved my Taco Bell, while he was Mr. Clean. Which was probably why he got drafted and I didn’t.

The sting of failure was quickly wiped away, and Alex’s throat bobbed as I leaned in again. From the wary look in his eyes, I really thought he was going to punch me.

I paused just long enough that he could stop me if he wanted to, but he didn’t make a move.

Instead, his chest swelled as he drew in a shuddering breath.

“Brad, wait.” His voice cracked. The pressure of his flat palm on my shoulder faded as his fingers bunched my shirt.

I kissed his neck again, right on the soft point below his ear. And, like it was totally natural, my fingers left his happy trail to dance up his chest, tracing all the solid bumps of muscle until I swept my thumb over his nipple.

And the sound he made went straight to my cock.

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