“Go slow. You don’t have to take all of it. You can use your hand.”
I nodded, thinking that maybe it was odd that he was instructing me on how to blow him, but I was basing this on nothing. I didn’t know what I was doing at all.
Leaning in, I lapped at his slit again to gather the salty pre-cum gathering there before wrapping my lips around him. This time I worked my hand and mouth in tandem, keeping my head bobbing with shallow sucks and taking in mostly just the tip.
Garrett’s hand tightened in my hair again, assuming that I was doing okay and kept going. I swirled my tongue, licked his slit, ran it along the ridge of the head. My jaw ached from holding him in my mouth for so long but no parts of me gave a shit. The pressure in my groin proved that my dick was on board with this.
“Ty…”
I ignored his words, continuing my attention on the cock in my mouth.
“Ty, if you don’t stop…”
I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad. I wanted to be the one to push him over the edge. To be the one to bring him bliss. To know it was me that had given him this orgasm with my sad attempt at a blowjob.
“Ah fuck,” he grunted as the first shot of his cum hit the roof of my mouth, startling me. I hadn’t remembered exactly the way this had tasted before. It hadn’t really landed in my mouth, it was mostly all over my face. The tang and salty flavor was strange and almost too much as I struggled not to gag, but I swallowed all of it.
I sat with his pulsing cock between my lips until the last of his cum was drained. He slipped from my mouth and then sank down in front of me. He pushed back my wet hair, searching my eyes before crashing his lips to mine.
His tongue shoved into my mouth, searching every nook and crevice for what he could find of his release. I shivered knowing exactly what he was doing. He was tasting himself on me.
Garrett pulled away, panting with glazed eyes staring me down. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking until he said it, and I swallowed because I didn’t know how long I’d last.
“Your turn.”
Garrett
Nooneinthehistory of ever looked as panicked as Tyler did when I told him it was his turn to get blown. Maybe asking him would be a great idea, but he’d been pretty okay with the exploring we’d done so far without me asking first.
“Unless…”
“God, no. Please. I just…” He took a deep breath before looking away with that damn blush back in place. The fact that he could suck me off like he had and then go right back to blushing was amusing as hell. “I just need a moment.”
“You need…”
He rushed to cut me off.
“Gah, if you touch me now, this will be over in like two seconds.”
I tried to hold back a laugh, but I understood where he was coming from. It was also hot as hell he was so turned on by that.
We sat in the tub while he collected himself, but my patience ran thin. I wanted him badly. I wanted my mouth on him. The desire to bring him to the brink like he’d done for me was too strong to ignore.
I stood and helped Tyler to his feet. He looked confused for a moment until I pushed him to rest his back against the cool tiles of the wall and sank in front of him once more. He bit his bottom lip as he watched me move into position.
It had been more than obvious Tyler had no experience with this so I was about to give him the best blowjob lesson he was ever going to get. But damned if he would ever use those skills on anyone but me. The thought of him ever doing this with anyone else made me want to hurt things, so I shut that shit right down.
I leaned forward, one hand braced on his hip and the other wrapped around the base of his cock. I mimicked the perfect move he’d made earlier, running my tongue from base to tip. When he sucked in a sharp breath, I looked up and winked at him.
“I told you; you weren’t doing it wrong.”
His words choked off as I wrapped my mouth around him and gave him a long, hard, suck. He whimpered and collapsed into the wall, fingers automatically working into my curls. I prayed he pulled them tighter.
My head bobbed rhythmically with my hand when my mouth left his cock exposed. Occasionally I’d let go and sink down, relaxing my throat and swallowing around him with my nose resting in the short pubes at the base of his dick.
The noises coming from my stepbrother were sublime and music to my ears as I worked him over. The taste of his pre-cum alerting me that he was getting closer to falling over the edge. I wanted it. I needed it. To see his eyes roll back into his head as he let go. To feel his hands gripping my hair extra tight as his pressure built. There was something ego-boosting about knowing I did that to him. That I was theonly oneto do that to him.
I pulled off, and went back to jacking him with my hand to keep him on edge. He whined at the loss of my mouth, but I wanted to try something new. There was no guarantee that he’d let me, but it was worth a shot.
