As agreed upon, I wait for him at the little deli downtown—which is just a few short blocks from the Bennett Firm—at noon. He shows up late, a very repentant, curse-word filled apology on his lips. Something about one of his professors keeping him late.
"Eat fast," I tell him.
He gives me an odd look but shrugs. "Okay. Is that seriously all you're getting?" he asks, eying my lone turkey sandwich questioningly. I shrug back at him and he gets a little angry. "This better not be because I'm paying. I'm ordering you more food," he decides.
I sigh and grab his arm to stop him as he tries to go back to the counter. "I'm just not very hungry." And I also have plans for dessert...
"You better not be lying," he says, unwillingly following me to a little table in the back.
"I'm not," I insist.
Thankfully, he drops it and starts to eat his meal. He's not a shy eater, another perk for today, and he wolfs down his food in about fifteen minutes flat, which leaves me about thirty minutes to work with. It's not long, but I think it's enough.
I don't know if he noticed because he was kind of engaged in stuffing his face, but I had my hand on his knee under the table the entire time, rubbing and squeezing. That left me eating one-handed, which I did purposely sloppily so I had to lick my lips and suck on my fingers a lot. But like I said, it may have all been futile, because he really was eating fast. Maybe he knew I was up to something. I really hope so, I don't exactly have time to give him the precursor foreplay.
"Done?" I ask.
He nods, gulping down his Coke. He was either famished or he knows what I'm planning.
"Good, where's your car parked?"
He points out the window to the lot across the street. "There was nothing open along the street, I had to park it over there."
I spot his car, and it's shoved into a corner, sideways, taking up like three parking spaces. I roll my eyes, because he's lying about there being nowhere to park on the street but I don't give a shit. The parking lot works better anyway.
I refrain from holding his hand as we walk out of the shop and across the street, and it hurts a little that I know it's necessary considering we are so close to the firm right now, and any one of these people could know him. He unlocks the doors and I get into the passenger seat, extremely excited and turned on for what I'm about to do.
He slides in and closes the door. "So what's up, is there something you want to talk about?" he asks.
I smile and lean over the center console, really happy that it isn't super high-profiled or this would be a real struggle. He hums as I start to kiss him and I begin my search for the tricky little buttons on the side of his seat. He groans when the seat starts to move, reclining and sliding back away from the steering wheel.
"I knew you were planning something," he says when I start to kiss his neck.
I chuckle and shove his shirt up out of my way. As I start to kiss down his chest, he grabs the hem, ripping it over his head. He catches on quickly, it's one of the many reasons why I love him so much. I flick his nipples with my tongue and grip the top of his pants, using my thumb to shove the button through the hole. He moans and arches his hips up for me to work his pants down his legs, which I do, along with his underwear.
His cock jumps free of his pants, already hard and glistening at the top. Someone's excited—besides myself. I kiss down over his chest and lick each and every one of his abs before I stick my tongue in his bellybutton. I lick and kiss my way around his cock, enjoying the way he's practically whimpering with need. I don't have a whole hell of a lot of time, but I find it kind of hilarious how he is looking at me. I'm just waiting for him to say, "Just suck me already, you little teasing whore," but he doesn't and as badly as I want to, I don't have time to wait to hear it. I'm almost positive that's what he's thinking though.
I flatten my tongue, licking his balls and he practically jumps off the seat. "Holy fuck, Jasper."
I smirk and lick them again, working my tongue over the sensitive area where his scrotum meets the base of his cock. He groans and slides his hand into my hair, pushing my head down harder against his balls. I can take a hint. I suck one in my mouth and he grunts while his hips buck again.
As I switch to give his other testicle attention, I look up to see what he's doing. His head is tossed back, his jaw slack, and his cock has a river of precum running down it. That's just too delicious looking to resist anymore.
I pull my mouth away from his balls and his head whips forward. He meets my eyes as I cup his balls in one hand and place my fingers of my other hand at the base of his cock to hold him still for me. I stick my tongue out, flattening it against the bottom of his cock to follow the trail of clear fluid up to his tip.
He groans, long and low, as he watches me do this. When I reach the tip, I wrap my lips around it, sucking away the mildly sweet, mostly bitter, a little bit salty, and all Ethan-tasting precum that has gathered there. I'm not going to lie, cock isn't the best tasting thing in the world, but I love sucking it, taste be damned—you get used to it.
I swirl my tongue around his head and flick the tip of my tongue over the thin, sensitive fold of his frenulum. His hips arch up, so I do it again, then again.
His face gets very serious as he looks down at me. "Stop that or I'm going to cum in like two seconds," he groans.
I smile and turn my head—breaking our eye contact—to take more of him into my mouth. As I lower my mouth around him, my lips stretch and he hits my throat and I realize how big he really is. It's been a while since I've given head so it takes me quite a few tries to finally get my throat to relax enough for him to slide into it.
As the head of his cock slides into my throat, he hisses and the muscles in his thighs bunch. His hand slowly works into my hair and I don't think anything of it. That is until he shoves my head down and I'm unexpectedly eating a faceful of pubic hair. I pull off of his cock with a gasp and he at least has the decency to look extremely guilty.
"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to do that, it just felt really good and I got a little carried away," he defends.
"Don't do it again," I warn, winking at him.
He bites his lip and nods. He seriously looks really ashamed of himself, as he should. I think perhaps it's my tendency to be dominating, but nothing pisses me off more than when someone shoves my mouth on their cock—unless it's called for, like in a face-fucking situation, which this obviously is not. Learn some patience or I'm going to shove my dick down your throat and see how you like it.
I lick my lips and swallow, preparing to go in for round two of Ethan's cock meeting my tonsils. His thighs tense again, and this time when his hand lands on me, it's my shirt that he's wrapping his hand into.
Much better, baby. Good boy.
I squeeze his balls in gratitude and he grunts. God, I love it when he grunts. It's all man-meets-caveman and animalistic-like. His hips arch up and he fucks my mouth a little bit, but that I can handle, since he's not shoving me down his cock.
With a great deal of suction, I bring myself back up his cock and he moans. I make it back down with much more ease this time and swallow around him. His hips buck up and I realize that I'm going to have to let him have at my face at some point. He obviously isn't a 'lie there and take it' type, which is what I tend to be when getting head—I'm pretty sure that's from all the years of getting it from straight boys though, with them it's either don't move or risk scaring them.
"Fuck," he moans, and his hand is back in my hair again. I guess that's where he wants it, I'm not going to complain when his whole cock is already in my throat. I let him guide me a little bit, and before long, he's ripping on my roots. I follow helplessly as he aims me at the top of his cock, where I go back to massaging the head of his cock with my tongue. I slide my fingers up around his cock and jerk him while rubbing his balls.
"Holy Jesus fucking Christ," he gasps. "Jasper, fuck, I'm gonna, fuck." I try not to laugh at his complete lack of articulation, but I know what he's trying to tell me, so I kick it up into high gear.
I manage to twist myself just enough that I can really get my tongue working directly over his frenulum and I start to rotate my palm as I jack him off. His scrotum tightens in my hand and I suck him hard, waiting for it. I'm so ready for a mouthful of Ethan. I'm also dying to slip my fingers just a little bit lower, but I'm not sure I want to push him that much when I just finally got his cock in my mouth.
"Jasper, m-move," he groans, and I roll my eyes.
Where am I supposed to move to? I'm not stupid enough to let him get cum on his clothing or, God forbid, the car. Does he seriously expect me not to swallow? I want his cum in my mouth, what's the big damn deal? Just cum already.
He sandwiches my head between his hands and I'm just waiting for him to either shove me away or all the way back down again, but he does neither. He holds my head completely still and moans deeply. I nearly choke on the first blast as it's a lot more than I am expecting and it literally shoots into my throat. The rest I am more prepared for, but damn he has a lot of cum in him. I swallow it all like a champ and I'm pretty proud, I think I deserve a medal. It should read something like 'Jasper Davies, Best Goddamn Cock Sucker Around'. Yeah, I'd wear that.
When he finally seems to be finished cumming, I pull away and grab the bottle of water that is sitting in the cup holder. It's stale and warm, but it's better than gargling on cum for the next half hour. I end up just drinking everything in the bottle, because seriously, cock does leave a bit of a foul aftertaste.
"You didn't have to do that," Ethan says in this deep, lazy voice that totally screams post-coital. It's pretty sexy.
"And you didn't have to give me a handjob this morning," I counter.
He chuckles. "Fair enough." There is an awkward pause as he kind of tucks himself away and I try not to laugh, because I'm apparently in a giggly mood now. "Can I ask you a question?" he asks quietly.
I look over at him, only to find that he's blushing rather rigorously. I'm definitely intrigued. "Of course."
He chews on his bottom lip a little then shyly peeks up at me through his eyelashes. Seriously, if I wasn't already hard as a rock, I would have just sprung an instant boner. How does he do that?
"What does it taste like?" he whispers.
I have to work hard to keep a serious face. I commend him for asking, I don't want to laugh at him for asking such a significant question, but, like I said, giggly. It takes me a few moments to work past the initial desire to snicker.
"Are you wondering what yours tastes like or just in general, because I can tell you right now that everyones’ tastes different."
"In general, I guess," he mumbles, looking extremely uncomfortable.
"Well, it's honestly not the best tasting thing ever, but it's not the worst either. It's kind of salty and a little bitter and it's warm with a rather unpleasant texture, so yeah, overall it's kind of... difficult for some to swallow. It's loaded with proteins and vitamins, so there's that..."
"So, was mine... okay?" he inquires.
I smirk a little, I just can't help it, he's so cute. "It was fine. The consistency was good, not too watery and not too thick—thank God, because I don't handle the thick stuff well. You cum a lot, so I'm going to have to get used to that." He blushes darkly, so I rush to continue. "Not that that's a bad thing, it's kind of hot, really. As for taste, it was average, I guess. More on the salty and bitter side than sweet, but it was definitely not bad. Mine will probably be sweeter," I point out, just for the fun of it, "because I tend to eat a lot of fruit for that exact reason. It's not a myth, fruit really does make cum taste sweeter."
"Seriously?" he asks. I nod. "I guess I should probably start eating more fruit then, not that you have to swallow. I mean, I don't expect you to, you don't have to, you can just spit it out, I don't care."
"I never really saw the point of letting a guy cum in your mouth only to spit it out. It makes no sense to me, you still get all the taste."
"You don't have to let me cum in your mouth at all," he hastily comes out with, seriously looking humiliated. "Just aim elsewhere, or whatever."
I chuckle and lean over to ruffle his hair. "Calm down, I'll swallow for you anytime."
"You don't have to," he says, staring at his lap.
"I know I don't have to. You're thinking about that shit Johnathon said, aren't you?"
"No," he says, but his cheeks get all red and it's a dead giveaway.
"Liar," I called him out. "Ethan, do I really have to tell you not to believe everything Johnathon says? He and I are cut from different cloths, just because we are both gay men doesn't make us the same. If he doesn't swallow because his boy won't doesn't mean I'm the same way. I don't care if you don't want to swallow, I don't even care if you don't want to give me head at all, I like sucking cock, so as long as you let me, I'm going to keep sucking yours. Doesn't mean I'm going to swallow all the damn time though, baby, but in situations like this when it's impossible to 'aim elsewhere', I can take it. My point is that you don't have to suck my cock or swallow," I say with a huff, realizing that I'm rambling.
"I want to try again," he mutters.
"Okay, well, we don't exactly have time right now, otherwise I'm totally ready for you to go for it. Anytime though, just say the word and I can be ready to let you try all you want almost immediately."
His lips curl up and I get the desired reaction I was looking for. "I have a really bad gag reflex," he warns, losing the previous small smile.
I shrug. "So don't shove it down your throat. Deep-throating is overrated anyway."
"Are you going to laugh at me if I suck at it? I mean, I obviously wasn't good the first time around," he mumbles.
I lean across the console and I run my fingers through his hair. "The first time doesn't even count, and you weren't bad, it was just hugely unexpected. And, baby, I definitely will not laugh if you suck at it."
He huffs and tries not to laugh as he smacks me in the chest. "Seriously, what if I suck?"
"You have so much to learn, sucking is the point," I joke, continuing to massage his head.
"Shut up," he laughs, "you know what I mean."
"There is no bad head, unless you bite me, in which case I'll have to kick your ass."
"Noted. Your breath smells funny," he points out.
I roll my eyes. "That would be because I ate a turkey and provolone sandwich previous to swallowing your cum. Either kiss me despite that or stop teasing me with that pouty lip and go to work."
He leans in hesitantly and I stop him with my hand on his chest. "You don't have to, you should probably be going anyway," I say eyeing the clock. He has like five minutes to get to work, and even if the roads have very minimal traffic, he'll be screwed if he hits all the red lights.
"I can kiss you," he says determinedly, I'm pretty sure he's talking himself into it.
He continues to move in rather slowly, and his lips are all tight. It's like our first kiss all over again. He eventually slides his tongue into my mouth though, then he's okay, once he realizes that the cum isn't flesh eating bacteria or whatever he's afraid of. Some guys are such babies. It came out of his body, it's not like it's from some foreign, disease-carrying third party.
"I have to get to work," he whispers, kissing me lightly.
"I know. I love you," I whisper back, opening my eyes to meet his.
"I love you too. Meet me at my place around six?"
"Okay," I sigh.
"On second thought," he says, pulling away. I watch with interest as he unhooks several keys from his keychain. "Here, take these. You can duplicate them for yourself if you want. This is the front door, side door, side gate, back door." He points out each key, but they all look identical to me, I'm never going to remember which is which.
That's hardly the point though. "You're giving me a key?" I ask.
"Yeah, and the combination for the alarm is still—"
I cut him off by attacking his mouth. He mumbles something that I don't understand against my lips, but I'm too distracted to even care what it was. He's giving me a key. That's huge!
"I love you so much," I sigh.
"I know, me too, but I really gotta go. Keep all the doors locked at all times. If you're going to be in the pool, have your phone so I can call you to let you know when I'm there so you can let me in, or have the side gate unlocked for me."
I agree and kiss him one more time before getting out. His car starts and he backs out. As I'm crossing the street, I hear him wolf-whistle and I look back at him to roll my eyes. I see him wink at me and I turn around and shake my ass at him. He catcalls and I shake my head and laugh, walking across the street to my car. His tires squeal as he peels out of the parking lot and I watch as he drives like a maniac, just making every yellow light before it goes to red.
Lucky bastard.