Page 58 of Steel & Thunder
I’m almost offended by how hard he laughs. Almost.
Chapter Fifteen
I wake up from a deep, dreamless sleep in a familiar bed, half sprawled atop a familiar body. I let myself enjoy the warmth of being pressed against someone for a moment, eyes still closed. Memories of the previous evening begin to slowly drift back to me, all the talking, the frustration, the emotions. By the time Khazak and I went to bed, we were exhausted.
Part of me was hoping that getting in bed would lead to some things happening, but Khazak decided not to take me up on my offer to fool around. He was a perfect gentleman. He didn’t make me sleep on the other side of the mattress or anything, but he wouldn’t even take off his underwear. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s still having some hang-ups, which I appreciate—a lot—but the hard cock I am currently grinding into his thigh does not.
Look, apparently it only takes a little trauma and a few good orgasms for me to get over years of deep-seated denial and self-deception. I’m not trying to argue the merits of that. I’m just horny and would like the guy who’s been going out of his way to make me horny to do something about it. I may have to take things into my own hands. Hopefully not literally.
I finally open my eyes, the amount light behind the curtains letting me know how late it is. Seems like we decided to sleep in today. I run my hand lightly down his furry chest and stomach. Yeah, this is nice. Khazak doesn’t stir at my movement, so I keep running my hand along his body slowly, until I bump into his tented briefs and my earlier thought of taking things into my own hands comes floating back to me.
Carefully extracting myself from his side, I move onto my knees and crawl backward until I’m kneeling by his hips. There’s something we haven’t done yet that I think I’m finally ready to admit I’ve been curious about. I reach a hand out, brushing lightly over his trapped erection, watching it twitch while its owner remains still. I reach for his waistband and hook my fingers inside, carefully stretching it up and over the thick green slab of meat and tucking it under his balls.
Now that it’s free, I can actually wrap my hand around this thing. Just barely though. I think this is the first time I’ve actually touched it, the first time I’ve touched another man’s dick at all other than when it’s been pressed against my leg or say, inside me. The memory makes me shudder slightly. It’s thick, the head looking slightly thicker as it peeks out from behind his foreskin. There’s the slightest curve upward in the middle while the base ends in a dark forest of pubic hair, a thick trail leading up to his stomach. I stroke my hand up and down the shaft, uncovering more of the head and feeling the heat in my hand. The organ gives another twitch, but there’s no other movement from the still-sleeping orc and I continue my exploration.
I wouldn’t really mind if he woke up—I don’t think he’d stop me—but I feel a little like a newborn deer right now, just with dicks instead of walking. I’d like to get my first look and feel of one without any potentially-mocking eyes. I know I’m being paranoid, but I can already hear the jokes Mike would make. Okay David, maybe not the time to start thinking about your brother. Shaking off that thought, I kneel up slightly, ready to begin phase two of my plan.
I have no idea if I’m doing this right, but here goes nothing. I lean forward, one hand holding him steady and the other on the mattress as I lower my face to his crotch. Immediately the scent of his musk hits me, which is kinda nice now that I’m actually receptive to it. I open my mouth as I near the head of his dick, where a small bead of precum has gathered at the tip. A salty, slightly bitter taste hits my tongue as I close my lips around him. It’s not bad, helped by the knowledge of who it comes from. I run my tongue along his foreskin, even daring to poke underneath. I’m not saying it’s delicious, but it’s a lot less unpleasant than I have been led to believe.
Feeling more confident, I sink my head lower, taking in a few more inches before I feel the head poking at the back of my throat. I stop before I make myself gag, but I’m barely getting a third of this thing in my mouth. Pretty sure I could wrap both my hands around what’s left of the shaft. Still only using one at the moment, holding it in place while I try pulling my head back a little before sinking down again. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right? I’ve never actually seen or received a blowjob before.
See? This is why I’m glad he’s asleep. This feels like something I should already know how to do, and who would I even ask? Trial and error works for now. I slowly bob up and down, a little more confident but still worried about gagging. It’s weird trying to figure out how much suction I’m supposed to use, and suddenly I become very aware of my teeth and how I would not want to feel them on my own dick, and I can’t stop thinking about how sore my jaw already is from trying to avoid it. I need to relax. This is supposed to be fun.
Not that my dick has gone down at all. I reach down and give myself a squeeze as I work my way up and down his length. Yeah, I’m definitely into this. I start to stroke myself in time with the movement of my mouth. I’m still going a little slow, but the hand on my dick is encouraging me to pick up the pace. I settle into a nice rhythm, but get too cocky and wind up going a little too deep and choking myself. Just for a second, but it’s enough for my gag reflex to kick in, and I pull back before I start coughing. I don’t want to wake him up yet.
I catch my breath, shifting around the mattress to kneel between his legs. His cock is shiny with my spit, even more so thanks to the gagging. I run my hand along the slick skin, enjoying the way it glides a little easier. Once I have regained my bearings, I lean over to take him back in my mouth, still using my hand to hold him steady. As I resume my oral endeavor, I realize I can use the saliva to my advantage, allowing some of the excess that builds in my mouth to drip down and lubricate the way for my hand to stroke the remaining five or so inches of his shaft. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this.
I look up at Khazak’s sleeping form, a big smile plastered on his face. I relax into things again, confident that I now know what I’m doing and the limits of my gag reflex. I close my eyes, enjoying the way the darkness makes his scent that much more powerful. Yeah, okay, I get why people like doing this. I’m not really sure how long I’ve been at this, I lost track of time a while ago, when for a split second it feels like his dick is getting bigger in my mouth.
I shouldn’t be that surprised when the first shot of cum hits the roof of my mouth, but I am. I mean, I know this is the end result of a blowjob, but I hadn’t really gotten that far in my thinking. The second and third shots are less surprising but still manage to catch me off guard when they hit the back of my throat. I immediately start to choke and pull back, but that leaves shots four, five, and six to all splatter across my face.
By the time I’ve finished coughing, I’m not sure how much cum ended up down my gullet and how much is splattered across Khazak’s groin and belly. I’m leaning up on one hand, the other used to cover my mouth during my coughing fit, leaving me with a jizz-covered palm.
Oh, how far you’ve come, David.
So that’s how giving my first blowjob went.
“I am so sorry, David.” I look up, only just realizing Khazak is awake. “I should have warned you when that was about to happen.” The attempt he’s making to hold in his laughter doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
I give him a “Ya think?” look as I continue to cough.
He moves to the edge of the mattress, reaching under the bedside table for a towel. I (or any other guy who’s gone through puberty) don’t have to think very hard about why there’s one of those nearby. He uses it to wipe my face and hand before moving on to his own body. Once he’s satisfied, he tosses it to the side, sliding back up the bed and bringing me with him.
“Was that your first time?” He settles us on our sides, his arm going around my shoulders.
“Uh huh.” I nod, moving my still sore jaw around, the taste of him still on my tongue.
“Well, you performed admirably.” He cups my chin gently before leaning in to kiss me. “The soreness will lessen with practice.”
“How long were you awake?” And how much of my performance did he catch?
“I woke up a little before the first time you gagged,” he admits. “It seemed like you were enjoying yourself, and I did not want to disturb you.” He’s still grinning.
“How kind of you.” I roll my eyes. “You better warn me next time.”
“There will be a next time?” he asks playfully.
“If you play your cards right, Sir.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
