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“You’re welcome.”Should I? I’m allowed to flirt, right?“Sir.”
Jackson said nothing, just smiled and pulled out of the parking lot.
“So…” Cory tapped his thumb on his arm rest. “What kind of stuff are you into?”
“Do you mean like, how I like to play basketball ‘stuff’?” Jackson tilted his head toward the window. “Or the sir and boy kind of ‘stuff’ we were talking about before?” Jackson tilted back toward Cory.
“I, uh…” Cory stammered for a second. “Both?”
“Well, I like basketball, obviously.” There was even a basketball in the backseat. “I’m guessing that’s not exactly your thing, though,” he teased.
“Nope.” Cory wasn’t bothered. He knew they wouldn’t connect over that. “You play any video games?”
“Some sports ones. The new Halo was cool.” Very … straight. “I played a lot with my older cousins growing up.”
“Cool.” It was certainly better than nothing. “So… What about the other stuff?”
“I dunno. Haven’t really done too much.” Jackson smiled coyly as he drove in no particular direction. “Not that I’m not interested in finding out. Just haven’t really had a chance, you know.”
“Yeah?” Cory wasprettysure this was flirting. “I’m surprised. Aren’t guys on sports teams supposed to be ‘drowning in pussy,’ as Nic liked to say?”
Jackson laughed again. “I mean, I’ve gotten plenty of ‘pussy,’ sure. But high school girls aren’t exactly begging to call me sir or anything else.”
“Wow, being straight soundssoboring,” Cory teased.
“Told you,boy, I’m not straight.” Jackson smirked.
“So sorry,sir.” Cory could play too. Flirting was fun!
“You better be.”
“How ever can I make it up to you,sir?”
“Okay, now you’re just teasing me.”
“Maybe,” Cory admitted coyly. “It’s fun. Didn’t really get to do much flirting with Derek or Nic.”
“Well, they’re not here now, are they?” Jackson pointed out.
“No. No, they are not.”
“So then, how do youwantto make it up to me, boy?”
Now the ball was in Cory’s court. Not something he was used to. It was just harmless flirting, right? Didn’t have to mean anything. Unless he wanted it to. He was the one who got to decide if he wanted to do this or not. And wouldn’t it just be awesome if either of those douchebags found out that Cory had already found someone else to fuck… What did he have to lose?
“Why don’t you pull into that parking lot coming up and let me show you?”
Jackson did a double-take, not sure he heard Cory correctly, but said nothing as he turned into the grocery store lot, parking under a tree toward the back and cutting off the engine. The two boys sat silently for a moment, neither quite sure about what they were going to do next. Then, still feeling bold, Cory reached across and put his hand on Jackson’s crotch. Jackson’s breath hitched, but he said nothing, just looked into Cory’s eyes, trying to read what was behind them. Cory gently squeezed the growing mound in Jackson’s pants, the heavy denim feeling rough in his hands.
“You sure about this?” Jackson asked before letting Cory go any further.
“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good.” Cory turned in his seat toward Jackson, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. Jackson’s breath hitched again as his cock was squeezed once more, only the thinfabric of his boxers covering him. Once Cory had fished his cock out of his jeans, he bent over and took him into his mouth.
Jackson hissed as he felt the warm mouth engulf him. Instinctively, he put one hand on the back of Cory’s head but made no attempts to move him. He felt Cory sucking on him gently as his cock continued to grow to its full length. At a respectable six inches, he wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t self-conscious about size by any means. If anything, it made stuff like blowjobs much easier.
