Okay, so he definitely noticed.
“We’ve touched you, and fair is fair,” he continues.
“Very true,” Felix agrees. Neither he nor Lukas are paying any attention to the show anymore either. They’re completely focused on the way I’m touching Sebastian.
“Go on, you can do it,” Elliot whispers in my ear as his own fingers hook around my thigh and squeeze, his hand very close to the quickly dampening gusset of my underwear.
Tentatively, I reach out and trace the shape of Sebastian’s erection through the fabric of his pants. With my head on his chest, I can feel the slow, steady breath he releases.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, sliding my hand away from the thick bulge in his pants. He’s so still, I can’t tell if he’s enjoying this or not.
“Don’t stop.” Sebastian’s free hand reaches down to bring mine back to his dick.
“I’m … not sure what to do.” It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s the truth, and this is what we’re here for, after all. For them to teach me.
“Let me show you,” says Sebastian, his hand guiding mine up and down his length, encouraging me to add a little pressure.
Each time he guides my hand down, Elliot presses his own hard length against my ass. It’s teasing and private, the way he syncs his movement with mine, but we’re in a room with two other people.
At least, it’s private until Elliot’s grip on my leg lifts it up to hook over Sebastian’s lap, giving himself better access to the space between my legs and drawing everyone’s attention to the fact that something is definitely happening beneath the covers.
Sebastian’s guiding hand on mine is much more forceful than I would have expected to feel good for him. His fingers wrap around my hand, making my grip on his cock so tight that as his hips gently rock up against the pressure, his sleep pants tug down until the entire head of his cock is on display, shiny with a little bead of pre-cum.
The memory of our earlier conversation about blow jobs flashes across my mind, and I wonder what pre-cum tastes like.My tongue slips out to moisten my lips, and Sebastian must be reading my mind.
“You can lick it if you like.” There’s even more tension in his voice now than there was before. “No pressure though,” he adds quickly.
“Does it taste good?” I do kind of want to taste it, want to know its flavor. But if it doesn’t taste good, there’s no sense in my trying it.
Sebastian groans and Elliot chuckles in my ear, but Lukas and Felix are full-on laughing in the other bed, even as I watch them adjust their own hardening cocks under their covers.
“I don’t know. I’ve never tasted myself,” says Sebastian, gritting his teeth as my finger circles the head of his cock, just avoiding the drop of pre-cum. “But I know it would feel really good for me.”
“Why don’t you give it a try and then you can tell us?” suggests Elliot, kissing the back of my neck as his hips rock against my ass.
This is why I’m here. To try new things. So I bite my lips and swipe my finger across the head of Sebastian’s cock, gathering up the liquid and bringing it to my lips. The salty tang dances along my tongue. It’s not bad. I wonder if it’s one of those things where the first taste is okay but the second isn’t as good, or if it just gets better the more I consume.
“How is it?” asks Lukas, turning onto his side on the other bed, completely focused on me, and the finger still stuck in my mouth.
“It’s … not bad.” Are you supposed to compliment a guy on the taste of his pre-cum? This is uncharted territory for me.
“Would you like more?” asks Sebastian, his eyes also focused on my lips.
“Because we have plenty,” whispers Elliot. “And it’s just for you.”
Just for me. The words send a deeper warmth flooding through my body. More than the excitement of his hard cock grinding against me and everyone watching the way I’m touching Sebastian, those three words give me the courage I need to nod.
“Then come take it.” Sebastian kicks the blankets down to the bottom of the bed as he helps position me between his legs. Then he leans forward and gently unhooks my glasses from behind my ears to fold them and set them on the nightstand.
I’m now on all fours, face to face with his cock, which is still halfway tucked into his pants. I miss Elliot’s warmth spooning me, but he’s right there beside us, watching. I could reach out and grasp his hand if I wanted, and that makes me feel a little better.
“So I’ll just,” I swallow, my hands shaking slightly with nerves or excitement or both, “uh, release it a little more.”
I wince as soon as I say it, knowing I sound as unexperienced as I am. When I glance up, though, Sebastian is biting his bottom lip and completely focused on me and my hands. I grip the waistband of his sleep pants and tug them down his thighs, making his cock bob ever so slightly as if it’s beckoning me closer.
This is the first time I’m seeing a penis on full display. I’m not sure what I expected, but my eyes trace the slight veining as I try to pair the thickness I felt with my hand to the sight before me.
“You can keep touching it for a bit first, if you want,” says Sebastian, his hands moving to his head and gripping his hair. “Give your palm a lick first. Your hand will slide down my shaft easier if it has a little lubrication.”
