Chapter Seven

Lesson 1

Seb

Larkin's breath caught as his eyes darted back down my front. He couldn't see the erection throbbing in my pants, but that deep blue flush still spread down his neck as he swallowed.

"Um." He fidgeted restlessly. "N-now?"

I didn't move, watching him closely. "Are you sure, Larkin?"

He huffed and rolled his eyes, then fixed me with a look. "Yes. I'm sure, dude. Look, I'm obv going to be nervous. I've never done any of this before. But just trust me—I promise I'll tell you if I change my mind, okay? At any point. We have our safewords."

It was a surprisingly mature answer, and one that put me at ease. He was right. He had his safeword, and I did actually trust him to speak up if he was uncomfortable with something.

"Okay. You're right." I gave him a tiny smile, then glanced uncertainly at the couch over in the living area. Now I was the one feeling nervous. Did I invite him up to my bedroom, or…? "Uh, why don't we—"

"Can I—Could I actually take a quick shower first?" Larkin's face flushed a deep blue.

I paused. I was sure he didn't really need one, not for what I had in mind for his first "lesson," but I understood that kind of anxiety when he'd never had someone up close to his naked body before.

Plus, I had in fact overheard that awkward exchange after he'd taken a shit in a bag back at Holt's office. Obviously I didn't bring it up, but I assumed that was his reason for wanting to shower before anything happened.

"Sure. Of course." I couldn't move without him seeing my enormous erection, so I nodded at the staircase behind him. "Second door on the right upstairs. There are fresh towels in the cupboard in there."

"Okay. Shweet. Okay, I'll just, um…" He slid unsteadily off the stool and hesitated. "Where, um, where will you… be?"

"I'll wait on the couch." I nodded at it. "Sure you don't want a drink?"

"Maybe some water," he said. His throat did sound a little dry, and I jumped at the chance to do something for him. "Thanks."

"No problem." I turned my back, busying myself getting a glass from the cabinet as I listened to him pad up the stairs.

When I heard the shower turn on a few minutes later, I tried my hardest not to think about Larkin naked and wet just a handful of steps away. It was impossible though, and as I settled on the couch to wait for him after placing his glass of water on the coffee table, my dick was still painfully hard and throbbing.

I briefly gripped it, willing it to calm down. At this rate, I was likely to come in my pants the moment I touched him.

Fuck, I was going to be touching Larkin. Soon. Very, very soon.

This almost felt like a lucid dream. Or maybe a nightmare. One where I finally got to touch him, and he proceeded to go off and fuck other people.

How long could I make this arrangement last? It was probably wrong of me to start thinking up ways to stretch it out for as long as possible… but, well, I was a werewolf. I didn't utilise it often, but I was capable of being sly and tricksy if I needed to.

Larkin had said he wanted to learn everything. I was going to take that literally.

I was going to teach him everything I could think of. And make sure he learned it all very, very thoroughly.

He was going to be a master by the time I was done with him. And if he'd only come to me with this proposition because he thought I was a boring, safe bet… well. I'd prove that that couldn't be further from the truth.

—

About ten minutes later, I heard the bathroom door unlock upstairs. I was vibrating with anticipation, but I managed to hide it as he appeared at the bottom of the staircase, back in his suit except for his jacket and tie, which were draped over his forearm.

He left them on the back of the couch before perching beside me, long fingers picking nervously at the hem of his untucked shirt. Then he lunged for the glass of water, seeming grateful to have something to do with his hands.

"Is this mine?" He didn't wait for my answer before gulping some of it down. "Thanks."

I was trying my hardest not to stare. He'd left the first couple of buttons of his shirt undone, and I could see the elegant dip at the hollow of his throat, the smooth periwinkle skin over his collarbone. His hair was dry and still up in its bun, but a few strands had gotten wet in the shower and were sticking to his neck. I wanted to brush them back and lean in to place a kiss over each damp spot, but I refrained.

"So." I ran my palms down my thighs, trying to appear calm. "Are you ready?"

Some water splashed onto his chin, and he hurriedly wiped it up as he set the glass back down. "Yep. Uh-huh. Um, wh-what… what did you… have in mind?"

"Well—" I stopped and eyed him. "Would you prefer to choose? What we do, I mean?"

"No." He immediately shook his head. "No, I think, um, I think I want you to… decide. If that's okay."

"Sure. Of course."

"I mean, you're the teacher here, right?" He chuckled hoarsely, then glanced over at me with a tiny smile as he joked, "Should I call you Mr. McCullough?"

So he did know my last name. Well. Alright then.

Giving him a tiny smile back, I said, "Seb is fine."

"Okay." He laughed again, a touch hysterical, before gripping his knees tightly. "So, um, what did you…"

I swallowed. "I was thinking we'd start with handjobs."

His breath caught. His eyes immediately darted down to my groin. I was trying to sit strategically so he wouldn't notice my erection, but he probably saw it anyway.

"C-cool," he breathed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Noice. Cool. S-so, should I…"

He gestured awkwardly at my lap, as if he thought I wanted him to just pull my cock out and go to town. I shook my head.

"I meant we'd start with me giving you a handjob." I tried to keep my tone light, almost businesslike, as my cock started to leak.

Larkin's eyes shot back up to meet mine, wide and slightly confused. "Oh. But… I thought…"

"Part of having good sex is knowing what you like. Not just what your partner or partners like."

He nodded quickly, gazing at me like I was imparting real gems of wisdom here. While I meant what I'd said, I mainly just wanted to stroke his dick. There was a very strong possibility that this would become too real for him after—or during—this, and he'd call the whole thing off. This might be my only chance to touch him.

Of course, there was also the awful possibility that he wouldn't even be able to get hard for me. He didn't actually want me. He wasn't doing this because he was interested in me. This was a means to an end for him.

But it felt like everything to me.

"I mean, I get what you're saying, but…" He let out a little chuckle. "I jerk myself off, like, all the time, bro. I know how good it feels."

"It's different when it's someone else," I said hoarsely. "Trust me."

"Okay," he croaked, fidgeting restlessly again. Then he blurted, "Is it alright if I… leave my clothes on? Sorry, I'm just… I'm kind of nervous, and—"

"That's fine." I gave him a tiny reassuring smile, managing not to convey my disappointment. "Whatever you're comfortable with. But… well, you'll have to take your dick out, at least."

"Yeah, no, I mean, obviously." He bleated out a nervous laugh, then—making my heart stop—reached down for his fly with trembling fingers.

"I'll do that," I said quickly. "You just… relax. Sit back."

"'Kay." He shifted back a couple of inches, still mostly perched rigidly on the edge of the couch.

Neither of us moved for a second, before I finally jolted into action, reaching for the lube I'd crept upstairs to grab while he'd been in the shower and stuffed down the side of the couch cushion. Larkin's eyes flared with nervous excitement when he saw it, and he stopped breathing as I got onto my knees on the floor in front of him.

"You said handjob, right?" he squeaked, clutching the couch cushions either side of him tightly.

"Yes." I was desperate to suck his dick, but I needed to parcel these experiences out and give him a reason to keep coming back for more ‘lessons.' "Are you ready for me to touch you?"

He swallowed thickly, but nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Remember your safeword?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I'm going to touch you now," I told him calmly, then placed my hands on his knees.

He was trembling. I wanted to pull him into my lap and soothe those nerves away, but that wasn't why he was here. He wanted to get over these hurdles. He wanted those nerves gone through a different means.

Larkin made a strangled sound in his throat when I spread his knees to fit between them. Before doing anything more, I looked up at him. "You okay?"

He nodded quickly, little fangs gnawing on his lower lip. He was still sitting rigidly upright, so I gently suggested, "Why don't you sit back? Get comfortable."

Swallowing, he slowly leaned back until his shoulder blades hit the back of the couch and he was slouched on the cushions, his right knee bouncing rapidly under my palm. My heart thudded hard when I saw the obvious erection in his pants, my own cock pulsing pre-cum into my boxer briefs.

Alright, so he definitely could get hard for me. That was a monumental relief.

When it registered that I was staring at Larkin's hard dick, my balls tingled and drew up tight. Fuck. He was hard, and I was on my knees in front of him, and I was about to stroke his cock until he came. I'd get to witness it. I'd get to do it.

I'd never, ever believed that this would actually happen.

"Going to undo your pants now." I needlessly announced it, because he was watching avidly as I reached up and popped the button on his slacks, my jaw clenching when my hand brushed his erection and he inhaled a tiny gasp.

After lowering the zipper and curling my fingers under the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs, I paused and glanced up again to gauge his mood. His cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and bright with nervous anticipation, plump lower lip still clamped between his teeth.

"All good?" I asked lightly.

He nodded. "Uh-huh."

Before tugging down his pants, I eyed his shirt. "I know you want to stay dressed, so should I go get a T-shirt to cover your front? Just so… nothing gets on it."

I was pretty sure he still lived with his parents, so I didn't think he'd want to go home after this with cum drying on his work shirt.

"Oh." Larkin looked down, then finally released his death grip on the cushions to reach for his shirt buttons. "It's okay. I'll undo it."

So he didn't mind me seeing his chest and stomach, at least. I understood the nerves over getting completely naked in front of someone for the first time, especially if the other person was still fully clothed.

I didn't move as Larkin unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers, trying not to show the intense longing and desire on my face. He was so beautiful. His chest and stomach were lean, with the barest hint of definition, and completely smooth. His nipples were a deep navy blue. I wanted to smooth my tongue over them, then trail it lower to the little dip of his navel.

He cleared his throat and pushed his shirt out of the way, then settled his hands back on the cushions, curling them into loose fists. After a beat of silence, I began tugging his pants and underwear down. Larkin's breath hitched, but he stiffly raised his hips to help me get them below his ass.

I saw the little patch of silky, bright pink pubic hair first. It seemed to be the only hair on his body, the rest of him smooth. Then the root of his cock appeared, and my pulse rocketed. My tongue pressed hard into the roof of my mouth.

Another gentle tug, and Larkin's stiff cock swung up to smack his lower stomach. I almost, almost moaned. It was so fucking pretty. Long and slender, flushed a darker blue than the rest of him.

Larkin gulped, then barked a nervous laugh. "S-sorry."

I managed to tear my gaze away to give him a slight frown. "For what?"

"F-for, um… I dunno." He gestured at his hard cock. "It just… feels, like, weirdly inappropriate, for some reason?"

After a pause, I huffed a tiny laugh and grinned at him. He slowly grinned back, cheeks still flushed.

"It's not inappropriate, given what we're doing," I assured him, then—figuring now was a good time, while he was slightly distracted—curled my fingers around his shaft.

He choked on a breath, going rigid again. But beneath my fingers, his cock pulsed, already painfully stiff despite his nerves. A bead of pre-cum welled on the head, looking slightly pearlescent. My mouth watered.

Unable to stop myself, I murmured, "You have a nice dick, Larkin."

I hoped he would just take it as an observation. A… friendly compliment. Not an indication that I would give literally anything to be able to play with it like this every single day for the rest of my life.

"Th-thanks, man," he wheezed, trembling all over even though my hand wasn't moving yet.

Keeping my grip light, I skimmed my fingers over the entire length. Down to his tightly bunched sac, which was smooth and hairless, then up to the mushroomed head, which was now leaking steadily. Already falling into an aroused stupor, I greedily took the opportunity to explore every inch of him. Swiping my thumb over his frenulum, dancing my fingertips over the flushed tip, lightly spreading the wetness until it was gleaming.

Larkin's chest was rising quickly with his shallow breaths, but he was otherwise quiet. Reluctantly releasing his shaft, I unbuttoned and rolled up my shirt sleeves to my elbows, then reached for the lube.

"What do you like?" I rasped, squirting some into my palm. "When you do this to yourself?"

"Uhh…" His voice wavered, hips shifting restlessly against the couch. "Um, I just… jerk it."

I huffed in amusement, shooting him a wry smile. "Gets the job done, huh?"

"Yeah." His throat bobbed. He licked his lips and inhaled a quick breath. "I-I like… M-my banjo string is really, um, sensitive."

I suppressed a chuckle. It'd been a while since I'd heard it called that.

"Here?" With my lubed hand, I fisted his shaft and smoothed my thumb over his frenulum again. Larkin jerked, teeth sinking back into his lower lip as he nodded quickly.

I stroked it with my thumb in slow, smooth circles for a few moments, until he shuddered and released a tiny groan. The sound made my cock throb. Resituating my grip, I glided my fist down his shaft and back up, making sure to slide the pad of my thumb back over that little fold of skin.

" Nngh ." Suddenly, Larkin's chest stained with a flush. His hips twitched, shifting up to push his cock through my hand. He clutched the couch cushions again, his thighs quaking against my sides.

I gave him another slow stroke, and my belly tightened when Larkin stiffened and began to shake all over. He sucked in a sharp breath as if to say something, but in the next instant, his cock was throbbing in my hand as he loosed a strangled sound and his head fell back.

Cum shot from him, arcing high into the air and landing on his chest. Spurt after spurt in quick succession, leaving ribbons of pearlescent fluid dripping down his heaving stomach. A tiny groan escaped me, but he was too distracted to have heard it, grinding his head back against the couch as he whimpered.

The moment he stopped coming and sagged, his head snapped up to stare down at me with wide, horrified eyes.

"Sh-shit, I… I'm sorry." He rubbed a shaking hand over his face. "Fuck. That's so embarrassing."

"No, it's not," I said calmly, fighting the urge to dip down and lick up the cum dripping from my fingers. "It was your first handjob from another person. But that's actually something we can practise," I added slyly. "Building your stamina."

Larkin's expression was vulnerable as he gazed down at me and nodded. I was still holding his shaft, which was half-hard in my fist. I couldn't stop myself from giving it a tiny stroke, and he gasped, his lean stomach clenching. His cock twitched. And began to stiffen back up.

"Do you want to practise that now?" I asked, ignoring the insistent throbbing in my pants. I could wait. "Have you heard of edging?"

"Um, y-yes." He fidgeted, fingers picking absently at the couch cushion. "Like… not letting yourself come, right?"

"That's right." I nodded, hoping my voice wasn't too much of a sultry purr. This isn't anything. It's just practice. Just teaching him. "It's a good way to improve your stamina. We can try it, if you want."

"O-okay." He swallowed, looking like he was trying to mentally prepare himself for another handjob. "Does it… hurt? Like… blue balls?"

My mouth curled into a crooked smile. "You already have blue balls."

He paused, then snuffled a tiny laugh. "True."

"But no, it doesn't hurt." My lips twitched. "I mean, if I left you without coming after a long edging session, it wouldn't be comfortable. But it's not painful."

He was gazing at me with a wide-eyed expression, as if suddenly realising that I was, in fact, a sexual being myself. "H-have you… done that before?"

I gave him a tiny smirk and a slight shrug, but remained silent. His cock had grown rock hard in my fist, and he only seemed to notice when he fidgeted and it slid through my grip, making him suck in a sweet little gasp.

"Ready to try?" I rasped, swiping my palm over his tip to collect the cum clinging there. He gasped again, shuddering at the sensation.

"Y-yes." He took a fortifying breath, then nodded resolutely. "Edge me, bro."

God, this was… insane. Beyond hot. A brand-new form of torture. I felt like anything but Larkin's bro as I began stroking his cock again, steadily and firmly pumping my fist, building up a good rhythm. My other hand was still resting on his knee, but I slowly slid it up to mid-thigh and gently gripped the lightly trembling muscle.

This time, Larkin seemed slightly less tense and nervous, because soft sounds began to escape him as I pumped his cock. Tiny grunts, breathy moans, sweet little hitches as his hips began to rise to meet my shuttling fist. He dropped his head back against the couch with a sigh of pleasure, and he actually seemed relaxed enough to truly enjoy the sensations.

"How does it feel?" I murmured, my gaze roaming hungrily over every inch of him while I had the chance.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his stretched throat as he nodded, eyes fluttering shut. "R-really good. Different, like you said…" He raised his head and gazed down at me with hazy eyes, lips parted around his shallow breaths. "Y-your hand is… big, dude."

My mouth quirked. "It is."

Larkin was tall at about six-one or six-two, but I was taller—around six-seven—and overall bigger and more muscular, thanks to my werewolf genes and the fact that I worked out a lot. I wasn't ridiculously cut and shredded like most of the wrestlers, but I had a good body.

I wondered whether Larkin would like it.

"And it's…" He let his head fall back once more, fingers slowly uncurling to relax on the cushions. "N-nice. It feels… really nice."

He was able to last a fair bit longer this time after already coming, but soon his balls started climbing to hug the base of his shaft, which grew even stiffer in my fist. His breathing quickened, stomach muscles tensing, pre-cum once again dripping steadily from the tip of his cock. Sliding my free hand up his thigh, I cupped his balls and stroked my thumb over them, which made him jerk and gasp.

He was getting close. I greedily catalogued the signs: the scrunched eyebrows, the way his lashes fluttered, the erratic thrusting of his hips into my fist as his knees fell open wider. His fingers curled again, gripping the couch cushions. Just as his chest started to heave, I let go of his shaft.

He shuddered, lifting his ass off the couch to thrust his cock into the air as it bucked. A slow, trembling exhale left him as his hips sank back down. I heard him swallow between his ragged breaths.

After a couple more seconds, I fisted his dick again and gently tugged on his balls to relax them so he wasn't in immediate danger of coming. Then I started back up, making sure to glide my thumb over his frenulum with every stroke.

"Mmm." Larkin's brows pinched again in pleasured anguish, hips slowly thrusting into my hand. The inside of my boxer briefs was soaked with pre-cum, my sac bunched up and tingling with an impending orgasm already.

This time, it was only about thirty seconds before he started shaking, a tiny whine leaving his throat. I stopped again, hoping my ragged breaths weren't too audible in the quiet room. While he calmed down, I squirted more lube onto my hand and rubbed both together so I could get his balls nice and slippery too.

" Nnngh ." Larkin shuddered as I took hold of him again, smoothly stroking his cock and cupping his sac, the slick sound of my pumping fist making my jaw clench. Coupled with the breathless whines and hitching moans escaping him, it was the most erotic sound I'd ever heard.

His nipples had stiffened into hard little points, that blotchy flush still staining his chest and throat. My tongue pressed hard into the roof of my mouth. I wanted to feel that heat under my tongue and play with those little peaks to figure out how sensitive they were, whether I could make his cock jump and leak just from tweaking or sucking them.

Next time, I decided. We'll cover more erogenous zones next time. I'll introduce Larkin to every place on his body that makes him tremble.

During my aroused musings, he'd started nearing release again. All the telltale signs were back—his plush little mouth parting around his shallow breaths, his wings shivering where they were trapped beneath him. His balls had tightened in my palm, but I waited until the very last second—once he was shuddering and thrusting manically into my hand—before I released him completely.

Larkin whimpered, stomach clenching as his cock bucked, as if it was straining for me. That was what I told myself. The rest of Larkin may not have wanted me like that, but at this moment, his cock was desperate for me. For my hand.

No one else's.