Chapter 18

I'm not entirely certain what possessed me to stick my tongue out and lick the pre-cum off Gavin's dick, but I'm sure glad I did. The taste explodes in my mouth—musky and potent and a little bit bitter. The second my brain registers the flavor, it immediately wants more. I wrap my lips around the head of Gavin's cock and suck like I'm drinking through a straw.

Gavin screams. His hips shoot forward, shoving several inches of cock past my lips. His hands come to my head, fingers gripping my hair. The sting in my scalp sends shivers down my spine and I moan.

"Oh, fuck, Beau, Jesus, fuck, Christ."

I suck some more, familiarizing myself with the weight and texture of Gavin's cock on my tongue, the way I have to open my jaw to accommodate him. I like how his voice goes up an octave when I suck a certain way, or when I wiggle my tongue into his piss slit. It's kind of like I'm playing an instrument and this one is particularly responsive.

There's something meditative about giving a blowjob that's never occurred to me before—I mean, why would it, but still. My eyes flutter closed as I work my tongue and lips around this sensitive piece of flesh. It's so hard and yet covered in skin so soft. The contrast is fascinating—mesmerizing.

The scent of him makes me a little lightheaded. It floods my senses, blocking out anything and everything except Gavin and his arousal. I want this to last forever. I want to know what it's like to have him come undone under my touch.

"Beau! Beau! Fuck! Beau! Stop! I'm going to come!"

I don't understand why Gavin's pushing at my head. He's racing toward the climactic end, isn't he? I need to keep the pressure on for the home stretch. No one backs off when the finish line is in sight. You dig deep and find that last burst of energy.

I slide as far down Gavin's dick as I can go and suck like my life depends on it. He swells against my tongue and we hang in that moment, suspended as time slows to a crawl.

I have a dick in my mouth. Gavin's dick. I'm sucking on it. It's not bad or gross. In fact, it's kind of fun. I think I might like this.

Then time speeds forward to catch up. Hot, bitter cum fills my mouth so fast I have no choice but to swallow or accidentally inhale it. I swallow and swallow, suck and swallow, until Gavin starts curling in on himself. Only then do I let him go, realizing that he's over-sensitive now. Oops.

"Okay, okay, that's good. That's enough. Jesus. Fuck." Gavin rolls and falls off the couch, landing on all fours. He flops down in a messy child's pose and mumbles something I don't hear.

"What did you say?"

"I said, ‘I can't believe you swallowed!'"

I lick my lips, the flavor of his cum lingering on my tongue. "Was I not supposed to do that?" I mean, I always get an extra thrill when a girl swallows my cum after a blowjob. I thought it was like, a polite thing to do with gay guys.

He turns to stare up at me, speechless, and shakes his head. "Never mind."

Suddenly, self-consciousness crashes into me and I sink back into the couch cushions. "Was that… um, was it okay? I didn't really know what I was doing or anything." What if it was bad? What if he didn't like it? I mean, he came, so it had to have been at least decent, right?

Gavin laughs, though it sounds almost painful. "Yeah, yeah, it was good, Beau." He reaches up and pats my knee. "Great first blowjob. Tens across the board."

It's silly, I know. It shouldn't matter. But I can't help it when my chest puffs up in pride and a giddy grin breaks out on my face. I did good. Gavin said so. He would know.

"Really?" Because apparently, I'm a sucker for praise.

Gavin rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a grin too. "Yes, really."