Page 10 of First Puck

I bent my knees, dropping back so I could slip onto the carpet. My ass on my heels, wedged between his legs with my hands on his knees, my heart rate picked up.

“You gonna take your shorts off, or should I?” I asked as my gaze jumped over his thighs and landed on his cock.

“Um…I…” Panic flared across his face. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable—well, any more than he already was.

“It’s cool, man. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take the lead.”

I reached forward, grasping his waistband, my fingertips dipping between the elastic and his hot skin.

“Hang on, wait,” he gasped. “I-I’ll do it.”

I let go, leaning back so he could push his ass up off the couch. His feet hard on the floor, his dick rose right in line with my mouth, and I grinned as he quickly grabbed his waistband, shoving his shorts all the way to his knees.

“Oh wow,” I said as his dick sprung free and bounced off his stomach. It looked like Alex really was bigger than me in everyway. “Damn, man, look at your cock. You’ve been hiding this the entire time?”

He had to be at least seven inches, and he was already leaking, but it was his thickness that was getting me. He was wide enough that I was pretty sure it was going to be a task to get him more than an inch or two into me. But I never backed down from a challenge.

I had so many things planned for the summer, but I hadn’t included a game of Chubby Bunny with Alex’s cock.

“No, I—” Alex cut himself off, half-choking, half-moaning. He pulled a trembling hand back from his waistband, his ass dropping to the couch with athump. I thought he was going to grab his dick and show off from the way he shifted, but he pressed his palm to his stomach instead.

He looked even cuter when he was uncomfortable. He kept worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyes roaming all over the place, avoiding me and his rock-hard cock.

“Seriously,” I said as I yanked his shorts from his knees and dragged them to his ankles before he could struggle anymore. “I’ve had enough blow jobs that I can kind of call myself an expert.”

“Yeah, but…” If he frowned any more, he was going to get stuck like that.

“It’s me, man. You don’t need to worry about it.”

It was easy enough to get the shorts off his feet, though I kept fumbling around like a moron because I was so distracted by the sight of his cock. I wanted to be all cool and suave, but I didn’t realize a cock could actually look sexy? Like, apart from mine, obviously.

It was long and hard, veins running all over him, and pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Man, it’s like it’s asking to be sucked.” The sheen on the head of his cock actually had my mouth watering. I honestly never thought I’d get thirsty over cock.

“Brad, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Alex said, his voice still trembling, along with his flexing thighs as I slid my hands up his tight muscles.

He was so fucking well-defined as well.

I shook my head as I took in his throbbing cock again. Not once? Not even once had anyone seen that?

I was the very first person to look at him. I was the first person to stroke him raw. I was going to be the first person in the world to taste him. The first in his whole life.

A wave of heat hit me so fiercely, I nearly choked. “You said yeah, so I’m gonna do it,” I replied, more determined than ever.

If it was Alex’s first blow job, I was going to make it the best goddamn blow job he’d ever have. He’d be so amazed by my blow job skills that he’d be a pro at getting head by the end of the day. And no one else would ever match up to me.

“But,” he rasped as I reached the solid V of his hips, “if you’re forcing yourself…”

“I’m not forcing myself. I never do shit I don’t want to.” I frowned at him. “Are you?”

The air hung still around us, my heart thumping, ready to encourage him if he said he was, if he said he didn’t want to go ahead. I knew I was an ass, but it was, like, ingrained in mybones. Ineededto be the first person to suck his dick.

He pressed his lips together, taking another shuddering breath as he nodded, following my hand. My best fucking friend ran a finger silkily down the V of his hip to meet his cock, basically advertising himself to me.

From his nervous look, I guessed he had no clue how insanely erotic it was.

“Okay?” I asked. “Cool?”

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