Page 19 of Wrecked for the Holidays

We didn’t have as many decorations as other trees, but we had plenty of lights and shiny strands of red beads. Even with only a few ornaments, I thought it still looked pretty, but I wasn’t sure I had enough experience to have a proper opinion. I checked the water level every single day, so it wasn’t dry and hadn’t lost many needles. Papa told me I was doing a good job, and the words expanded my chest with pride.

“I do think so. The ornaments we got the other day look beautiful on there. I’m glad you went with all of them.”

I tried to contain my happy dance. I failed, but Papa just laughed when I did a quick jump up and spun around a few times.

“Uh, Papa, you went with all of them. I was trying to narrow them down.”

“Meh, close enough. Anyway, I think I might have more buried in the back of the closet if you want to add more. I’ll look tomorrow, but if it’s okay with you, I want to take a break from the tree.”

“Oh, sure. Do you need to go somewhere?”

“No, no. I have a questionnaire for both of us to fill out so we can see where we line up.” With my agreement, Papa grabbed a sheet for each of us and a pen before he returned to his spot next to me on the couch.

“All you have to do is check off things you enjoy, things you’re interested in trying, things that are probably limits, and things that are unquestionably a limit.”

Well, that would be easier said than done since I had no experience with anything. Still, I tried to answer the questions as best I could. If I’d seen it in porn, and it made me want to jack off, I counted it as a yes or a maybe. Papa finished his list before I did, but he patiently waited for me to complete my own. Still, the list frustrated me.

“Papa, here’s my list, for what it’s worth.”

“First, c’mere.” He beckoned me closer, and I moved onto his lap. I snuggled into his chest and my left hand snaked under his shirt. My fingers combed through the wiry hair on his chest. In my exploration, I found one of his nipples, which fascinated me. The nub constricted tightly when I circled it with my fingertips and then scraped over it with my nail. I tried the other one as well with the same result. I alternated between the two because I couldn’t get enough. It must have affected Papa because his breathing turned harsh. The power I felt to make this man shudder was addictive. “What do you mean for what it’s worth? It wasn’t supposed to be an exercise in frustration.”

“Because I haven’t tried anything other than kissing. How does one truly know if they like blowjobs if they’ve never had one? Or given one, for that matter. It’s not like being gay.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“I’ve always known I was gay. Like, I’d look at a girl and think she was objectively pretty or whatever, but I never imagined kissing one or anything. But the guys? I imagined all the things. Going through puberty surrounded by college guys who, rightfully so, ignored me was awful. It never bugged me if a girl didn’t want to talk to me.”

“So you’re not sure if you like blowjobs?” When Papa asked the question he also moved his hand from my knee up to my thigh. My breath caught in my throat. “I think we should do a little experiment.”

“Yeah?” I managed to croak out.Please don’t let me humiliate myself by coming in my damn pants. Please. Please. Please.

“If you do, we’ll keep playing until you come again in my mouth.”

“Out loud?”

“Out loud.”

Dammit.

Chapter 10

Reed

“Baby, we’re gonna have to do something about that language,” I said with a laugh. Jakob groaned at the realization that his thoughts had, yet again, slipped out of his head. He might be annoyed at himself over it, but I loved it. In tense moments, he never made me wonder what was going through his mind. “But right now, we have to do something else.”

“What’s that, Papa?” Jakob asked through gritted teeth.

He was desperately trying to maintain his control, but I wanted him to beg for it. Beg for me. My hand that had started on his knee had wandered up from his thigh until it rested on his cock. I felt his bulge grow harder beneath my hand. With each twitch, I had to remind myself to slow down. I wanted to fucking devour this man.

“We need to figure out if you like blowjobs.”

Jakob’s lips formed a perfectO, but no sound came out. With more effort than I’d ever willingly admit, I switched positions so that Jakob was on his back, and I was crouched over him. My cock throbbed, but I did my best to ignore it. Jakob’s first blowjob was the priority, and I needed to make sure he saw stars.

I reached up to unhook his slacks and push them down over his narrow hips and slender legs. His skin was warm and covered by sparse hair, in contrast to my own. Some days, I considered waxing or shaving, but given how Jakob had slipped his hands under my shirt earlier and combed his fingers through the hair covering my chest, perhaps it wasn’t needed. With a few squirms, I was able to take his pants off him. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxer shorts anda small wet spot stained the thin fabric. The boxers were too adult for him and were covered in a staid striped pattern. My boy needed something fun, and I made a mental note to rectify that as soon as possible.

I leaned forward and brushed my mouth against Jakob’s. It was sweet and chaste and not nearly enough. I pulled back a fraction, and Jakob gripped my head to pull me back to him. My mouth settled on his again, but he parted his lips so my tongue could slip inside instead. His sweet sounds spurred me on, and my tongue tangled with his in a steady rhythm.

Jakob moaned deep in his chest, and I forced myself to tear away from his mouth. With a few tugs, I had his shirt off and then did the same with my own. I kissed along his jaw and down his throat, followed by more nibbles as I made my way across his heaving chest. Similar to the rest of his body, his chest hair was sparse and fine, but he was no twink. His shoulders were broad, and we were evenly matched in size.

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