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Ian stood anxiously outside their classroom and fought his elevated heartbeat and breathing. He couldn’t wait to see Devon, or measure Devon’s reaction to seeing him for the first time since dropping him off after their secret rendezvous the day before.
He had never been intimate with a guy, so he had never come face to face with a guy under that premise, and secretly marveled at the strange pleasure-guilt accompanying the anticipation. He didn’t want Devon to look at him weird, but he kind of did. He had Devon’s dick in his mouth and ass, the day before, not to mention going home with a rather healthy deposit between his legs, and was both embarrassed and curiously excited to wordlessly acknowledge that.
He smiled as he remembered how erotic the wet cum spot between his thighs felt, before sneaking into his house and up the stairs, then sighed as he reminisced about going in the bathroom and wiping himself clean …raising and smelling the cum-permeated toilet paper. How he felt at dinner, while his parents acted normal as he envisioned and repeatedly relived the afternoon adventure. Couldn’t they tell by his face, that something momentous happened to him?
“Hi.”
He blinked out of his daze as his friend approached. “Hi. I was waiting for you.”
Did that sound too needy? For all the aftermath confusion, did he really want to convey his desire for another round of exploration, as soon as Devon agreed?
“What’s new?”
He inhaled, sure Devon didn’t mean the question like his heart and mind interpreted it.
Devon patted his shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” He inhaled again, trying to relax and act normal. “Kind of very alright.” He rubbed his forehead. “I bought some stuff for us.”
“Wow. That’s too cool.” Devon motioned him inside as their fellow students entered the classroom. “When do you want to get together again?”
He felt his heartbeat quicken. “You want to?”
Devon smiled as he removed a text and notepad from his backpack. “Hell yeah. Didn’t you think that was fun?”
His problem wasn’t the idea he didn’t think it was fun. His problem was, he couldn’t rationalize how great he found it. It started out in his mind as just a singular exploratory event and one day later, he couldn’t wrap his head around how he already craved repeated encounters. “It’s kind of all I can think about.”
“Good or bad?”
“I don’t know …more good than bad.”
“But you bought some stuff?” Devon glanced up as he searched inside his backpack.
“Yeah.”
His friend hesitated after finding his pen. “But you don’t know if you want to use it?”
“No …just the opposite.”
“You don’t want to?”
He exhaled. “No …I definitely want to …and so much more.”
“Cool. I want to too.”
He swallowed hard. “When?”
“Okay, class. Yesterday we were discussing the difference between Concrete and Formal Operational thought processing…”
He turned back and whispered, “Today?” then turned forward and refocused on the professor after drawing a line under yesterday’s notes and writing the date.
He straightened as his eyes widened, then slid back in the desk chair, hoping Devon would notice and continue their discreet but less-than-innocent flirting, then inhaled in relief as Devon pressed his knees against his lower back, through the opening in the chair.
The surreal class ended and he realized he had spent its entirety in a very peculiar daze. Thoughts of his and Devon’s previous afternoon, had him in a rather odd state of mildly confusing arousal, he couldn’t seem to shake.
“Do you want to hang together, until our next classes?”
He turned toward Devon’s voice as he swung his backpack over his shoulder, “Sure.” then silently registered the peculiar feeling the accepted request generated. College was surreal at times; aimlessly going through the motions without a true direction …everyone strangers …different …distant. But this new situation was beyond the pale …unintended …unexpected.
“Is ordu escort the lounge alright, or do you hang somewhere else?”
He eyed Devon as they walked together toward the student lounge, and sighed. And now he had a male lover? How did that happen?
“The lounge is fine. I like the library too.”
“The library’s fine.”
“No …you have to be too quiet.”
Devon smiled and nodded. “Yeah …the librarian is a little tough.”
He smiled. “But I love the view out those gigantic windows.”
Devon straightened. “I know! I want to be sitting there when it starts snowing.”
“Yeah.” He exhaled in relief. They were talking …like two regular people. … Then how come he couldn’t stop thinking about what they did together?
Devon led them to a low table surrounded by plush chairs. “Is this alright?”
He forced a smile as he swung his backpack off his shoulder. “It’s great.”
“So, when’s your next class today?”
“Noon …twelve twenty.”
“What is it?”
“Communication.” He glanced at Devon’s crotch as his friend sat.
“Not a fan.”
He felt his wry grin grow. “Me either, actually.”
“I have a twelve-twenty too. Statistics.” Devon raised a leg and rested his ankle on the opposite thigh. “Where you from?”
“West Ampton.” He could feel his breathing deepen as his second glance at Devon’s crotch lasted longer. “You?”
“Hite’s Creek.”
“Where’s that?” His eyes widened as he watched Devon adjust his crotch and jeans as he got comfortable.
“I’d like to show you.”
He diverted his eyes to Devon’s. “I want to see.”
“Would you ever consider visiting? …Staying over?”
He inhaled slowly and answered measurably. “I definitely would.”
Did that just come out of his mouth? Did Devon’s request mean what he thought it meant. Did his agreement mean the same?
Devon adjusted his crotch again and Ian eyed him after the sensual distraction, then glanced at his crotch. “Do you need a hand with that?”
“Is it obvious?” Devon snickered. “…Because it’s all I can think about.”
He exhaled. “Me too.”
“What part?”
Ian stared at him and felt his breathing intensify. “Sucking it.”
Devon straightened in the chair. “Like … when?”
Ian’s eyes darted from Devon’s crotch to his eyes. “Like now?”
“Really? You would? You really want to?”
The conflict inside him lingered as he hid his trepidation. He knew he wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea, but he couldn’t seem to quell his ongoing curiosity either. “Yeah…” His voice softened as he stared at his new friend. “…can I?”
“Wow. That’s a really nice question.”
He could see Devon’s increased discomfort. “Please?”
Did he really just ask if he could blow his friend? He heard the words come from his mouth …and it gave him a secret sensual thrill. He just asked if he could suck dick …again.
“Where?” Devon looked around before refocusing on him. “Do you really want to?”
He shrugged. “I need practice, don’t I?”
Devon grinned. “A ton of practice, though you’re already good …really good at it. It’s sexy as hell when you do it.”
Devon’s words fed his desire. He was good at it? …Good at sucking dick? “Can we find somewhere I can practice?” He inhaled, realizing he now had a semi-secret way to ask.
Devon rose and swung his backpack over his shoulder. “Lets hurry, because if we don’t …someone’s going to spot my growing discomfort.”
“Really? You like the thought?”
Devon nodded. “Hell, yeah.”
He whispered as he rose and stood intimately close. “I need to relieve your discomfort.”
Devon turned and led them toward the door. “Thinking of you relieving it is what’s causing it.”
His breathing increased. It had been all he’d been thinking about also.
He followed Devon from the building and his friend eyed him as they walked the path to the parking lot. “The grove isn’t too far away. Is that ordu escort bayan okay?”
“I like it there.” He noticed how his breathing remained at its elevated level as he accompanied Devon to his truck, but also knew he could raise it by sharing continuing thoughts. “The more I think about it, the more I like what we did.”
“Me too.”
“Did you think about it after you dropped me off?”
Devon glanced up as he unlocked his truck. “Yeah …a lot.”
“It’s all I can think about.”
“Oh.” Devon hesitated before buckling in. “…I wasn’t sure you were okay with everything.”
“I know I’m a little nervous …but I want to.” He closed the passenger door. “Can I ask something else?”
“You know you can …we’re friends now …right?” Devon started the truck.
“A little more?”
“Cool. Definitely.” Devon sat back and smiled.
He stared out the front windshield. “Have you ever thought about kissing?”
“Kind of. Would you want to?”
“Kind of.” He met Devon’s eyes after buckling in. “But right now, all I want to do, is blow you.” The desire was strangely strong but the words …the declaration …was intoxicating.
Devon’s head swayed back as he inhaled. “I want that too.”
He glanced at his friend’s crotch. “Are you hard?”
Devon pressed against his crotch. “God, yeah.”
“Take it out so I can see it?”
Devon smiled. “You can.”
He inhaled. “I want you to.”
He knew it was silly, but he fantasized about being flashed …having a man expose his hard cock to him. And he knew what he’d do if it ever happens …the same thing that was about to happen now.
He watched Devon undo his jeans and free his hard cock, and he unbuckled and moved closer as Devon drove.
“Oh, god …this is so sexy.”
He slid his fingers around the warm hard shaft. “Getting blown while you drive?”
Devon grinned. “Am I about to?”
“Yeah.” He slid closer as he continued caressing the amazingly warm, rigid cock.
“This is so sexy!”
He scanned the road, making sure his actions wouldn’t be seen, then leaned over and kissed its inviting tip. “Almost as sexy as sucking your cock while you drive.”
Devon twitched as Ian slowly swallowed as much of his erection as he could. “Oh, god, am I glad you like that.”
He let the rigid cock slide from his mouth and kissed the tip. “I think I’m starting to like it a lot.” He orally explored and adored the delicious cock as they traveled, then felt the truck drive over a curb and the terrain get bumpier.
“Are we almost parked?”
“Yeah.”
His heart beat faster as Devon shut off the truck and placed a hand on the back of his head, and he paused. “You can gently make me, if you want.”
“Make you?”
He let the delicious cock slip from his lips. “Make me suck you …swallow for the first time?”
“You would? You want to? You want me to?”
He paused his oral adoration. “I’m a little scared, but I think so. …I secretly want to.” He reached for Devon’s hand and placed it on his head.
Devon pressed. “That would be the ultimate.”
“Really?” His heart began racing as he felt the sexual satisfaction of being desired.
“Oh, god.”
He registered the thrill of Devon’s gentle pressure and how in his mind, it removed the guilt of voluntarily performing the act …making him suck cock …making him love it …the secret thrill of having the control taken from him as his mouth filled with cock and his heart, with lust. And he secretly, willingly succumbed to the pressure as Devon began moving his hips and pumping delicious rigid cock in and out of his mouth.
He enjoyed the blissful movements; concentrating on the furtive pleasure he was receiving as he gave Devon oral pleasure, then raised his brows, realizing what he had committed to and his heart pounded with trepidation! Could he abort the finishing fantasy? What if he couldn’t handle it!? He had never tasted cum before. It was a sexy fantasy escort ordu …but this was reality!
His eyes widened further as Devon increased his hand pressure while feeling Devon’s cock swell in his mouth, and he squeezed his eyes shut as his heart raced, then heard Devon grunt while the first cum stream sprayed the inside of his mouth! He pressed on the front seat, trying not to cough as the stream tickled his throat, then his attention diverted as Devon pressed and grunted again, before the second semen spurt followed faster than expected. Oh, god! His mind raced! He was giving a blow-job! A guy was cumming in his mouth! His heart pounded! The experience, though startling to the point of almost intimidating, was a level of pure lustful excitement he never imagined!
Devon pressed again and bucked, and he swallowed with wide eyes before receiving the next spurt. Oh my god! Hearing Devon enjoy his oral efforts was a pleasure beyond anything he imagined! He tried to turn his head to see Devon’s face, but Devon pressed again and he willingly …submissively …received the next semen stream.
“Uhhh!”
He heard Devon release the audible breath, then felt the hand pressure on his head lighten as he concentrated on the unusual taste in his mouth. He inhaled through his nose as his lips remained sealed around Devon’s cock, realizing he now knew what male semen tasted like. And he had tasted nothing like it. It was pungent but sweet …somewhere between creamy and slimy but in the sexiest way imaginable! …Slippery …he couldn’t stop it from sliding down his throat …not that he wanted to.
He swallowed again, then consciously paused as he savored the inserted cock, just in case there were remaining unreleased driblets yet to come. Most of Devon’s cum was either down his throat or in his mouth, so he figured he’d enjoy the rest, if there was any.
“Wow!” He felt Devon’s hand rub his back. “Are you alright?”
He nodded while still hesitant to release the still-hard cock, then let it slip from, but remain against his open lips.
“Did you like that?”
“Yeah …I did.” He sighed as he looked up while still gripping the glistening cock, almost embarrassed to face his friend. “You cum a lot.”
“…Because that was insane!” Devon grinned as he stared down. “You never did that before, did you?”
“No.”
“Do you like it? …the taste?”
He nodded with wide eyes. The taste was erotically sensual, but what surprised him most was, he really liked accepting his friend’s cum, directly into his mouth.
“Are you going to think about what we just did, as much as I am?”
He nodded as he eyed Devon, while sitting up.
“Would you ever want to do it again?”
His eyes widened at the revelation. “I’m kind of hoping you want me to do it regularly?”
“I do. You make it seem so sexy that it makes me want to try, too.” Devon sucked in a chest-full of air before releasing it slowly.
His cock tingled as he registered the statement. “You can if you want.”
“Nice. But I just wanted to know if you’re okay with …everything.”
“With being your secret… playmate?” He exhaled, realizing how pleasurable the idea had become, then inhaled and nodded. “…More than I ever thought.”
Devon tucked his cock into his pants. “Would you maybe want to spend a night together?”
The question brought a slight smile to his face. “I hope, more than one.”
Devon’s voice pitched higher. “Are you doing anything Friday night?”
“…Stay with you? Overnight? …Together?” He secretly registered the residual cum-taste in his mouth and silently elated. He had just given his first blowjob and the lingering erotic taste kept him in a semi-euphoric state.
“Yeah.”
His brows rose. “In the same bed …together?”
Devon shrugged. “I’m thinking.”
“Is your room dark?”
“Yeah” Devon eyed him curiously. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I’m just a little nervous.”
“It’s alright. I never slept with anyone before, either.”
He glanced at his new friend after buckling up. “What time are you picking me up?”
Devon buckled in. “I was thinking we could leave right from school?”
“I’ll bring a change of clothes …and the little bottle?”
“Cool.” Devon started the truck. “Definitely.”
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