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“Who are you, and what have you done with confused, timid Noah?” I lean back against his chest, partly to see if my eyes will focus better on the game with a little more distance, but mostly to give him more room to maneuver. He’s worked my cock into a steel pipe, and even though I’m sitting down, I'm struggling to hold myself upright.
“I don’t feel confused anymore.”
“So, what are you? Gay, bi, pan?” I use his body for leverage as I thrust into his fist.
Noah’s chest shakes with a soft chuckle. “I’m still confused about that. I mean I'm not confused about being into you.”
Despite the fear that comment ignites, it takes all the strength I possess to stop rutting into his hand. “What about me?”
“You know…what I want.” He pumps me again, twisting his wrist at the top. “And I want to fuck you. Or get fucked by you. I want to find out what I like, and I trust you to help me with that.”
The warning bell pings inside my head. There were a lot of you’s—aka me’s—in that comment, and being comfortable with me probably isn’t too far a leap from developing feelings. The logical part of my brain, which doesn’t come out often but is still there, knows this. However, Noah’s playing with my cock like it’s his new favorite toy, and I really, really like that.
“T, look out.”
My eyes find the screen just in time to see my avatar drop to the ground. Game over. Fucking finally.
I leap off Noah’s lap, kicking off my shorts and ripping my shirt over my head as I spin to face him. I'm so frantic to get naked it's a miracle I don’t trip over my own feet. Grabbing my junk, I start pumping. Noah’s hungry, blue eyes grow wide, but other than that he doesn’t move a muscle.
“Foreplays over, big guy. You’ve got about thirty seconds to get your cock inside me.”
Rather than rush to get undressed with me, he stays utterly still and opens his mouth, causing me knees to damn near buckle.
“Is that supposed to be an invitation?” I ask, sounding breathless.
“Isn’t that obvious?” He cocks his head to the side in that adorably innocent way of his. Adorably innocent? Jesus the need to come must be scrambling my brain.
“You better shut that mouth before I shove my dick in it because I’m in a fuck your face state of mind and you’ve never sucked a cock before.” A wave of regret washes over me the moment the warning is out, hanging in the air between us. I probably could've been nicer, but I don’t think he understands the state he’s worked me into.
“I can take it.”
“Not sure you can, champ. I plan to stick my cock in your mouth repeatedly, but it’d be a bad idea to force feed it to you now and have you tell me you don’t like it.” I squeeze the base of my shaft, trying like hell to keep myself from plunging over the edge.
“Put it in my mouth, Tripp.”
“I’ll come.” Hell, I almost came from that growly order alone. “You don’t want me to do that during your first time.”
“Why not? You recover fast.”
“Oh, fuck it.” I take the challenge, closing the distance between us and guiding my dick between his parted lips. With shallow thrusts—look at me exercising control—I rub the tip over the flat of his tongue, hoping the gentle strokes will both get him used to my girth and satisfy my need for friction without tipping me over the edge. It sort of works, until he closes those plump pink lips over my crown and sucks softly.
“Holy fuuuccckk.” My groan is guttural, desperate even. A sound I didn’t know I was capable of until now. Every muscle in my body vibrates with raw need that I’m struggling to contain as a shudder rakes through me. It starts at the base of my spine and pulses through my limbs, and the tremor catches Noah's attention. His big blue eyes flick curiously to mine, and somehow, I just know he’s asking for guidance.
“Look at you…,” I mumble as I thread my fingers through his silky hair, caressing his scalp with far too gentle a touch. “Swirl your tongue around the tip and give it another good suck. Use your hands if you want. Play with my balls or hold the shaft so I don’t thrust too deep.”
He pulls away and looks at me quizzically. “Isn’t that the point? I thought you were going to fuck my face.”
“Trust me when I say we need to work up to that.” I push in, gnashing my teeth together to keep my hips from spearing further into his slippery, wet heat, or pulling violently on his hair. And somehow, despite a lifetime of evidence that hard and fast and dirty is my jam, I manage to keep myself mostly still while Noah maps me with his tongue.
Licking up one side of my shaft and down the other, sucking my balls into his mouth, slurping me like a straw, the man is enthusiastic in his exploration. Lips and tongue and fingers work together to investigate every inch of my cock. And by investigate, I mean full-on explore, leaving no stone unturned. You’d think a thirty-something guy giving his first blow job would be hesitant or…neat. Not Noah. He’s flat out sloppy, so immersed in the experience he’s practically drooling on my cock, and… Damn. I am here for it.
His enthusiasm is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, which makes it an epic feat for me not to go feral on him. My body literally aches from the effort of holding back. It’s only because it’s erotic as hell to be the object of such thorough intensity that I manage. Especially, with him fully-clothed while I’m butt-ass naked in my living room.
I bet we look absolutely filthy like this, and while I’ve never done the filming thing—kind of a shocker since I work in video production—I feel like this would do well on Only Fans. Not that I’m looking for a career change, but seriously, a naked guy getting blown by a fully clothed Norse God would rack up the views. It’d make me blow, for sure.
On that note…
“Pull your dick out, big guy.”
