Not caring, I struggled to squirm against his hand and begged, “Jon please…..please….” I desperately wanted him to start moving, but he remained frozen and tugged me even closer against his chest. A solution sprung to mind. I slowly slid my hands from his broad shoulders and down his arms. Jon huffed a small breath against my hair and his abs clenched when the pads of my fingers traced down his sides. I smiled and tucked his ticklishness in my mind for later. Eventually my fingers reached the waistband of his trousers. In retaliation to my squirming, Jon’s thumb applied more pressure on my clit which momentarily stopped my hands in their tracks.
“Fuuuuck…..” I hissed and leaned my weight harder onto his hand, trying to resume the movement I craved. “I wanna feel you. I wanna feel you,” I mouthed against his neck and felt him nod rapidly against my hair. Whatever alarmed him to a halt must have passed because his fingers resumed their motion in and out of my slippery cunt. Between the mind-numbing pleasure Jon was dragging in and out of my body, the angles of my hands, and the closeness of our bodies, it was impossible for me to undo the button at his waist. I started to pull at it in frustration.
“Yeah, ok. Let me….hold on, lemme just….” Jon shifted me backwards to give himself room to maneuver. His hands then made quick work of the button and zipper to slide his pants down to the middle of his thigh despite his fingers being slippery with my juice.
Now on offer to me, I wasn’t sure what to do with a penis. Just moments ago, I knew that I desperately wanted to feel it in my hands. I had to have it. Now, I didn’t know what to do. I had heard other girls say that it was easy to please a boy, that it didn’t take much. Just touch it and they’ll cum, they said. I vaguely remembered that having been the case with Josh. Touch it and then what, I wondered. Honestly, the only time I had touched a penis was with Josh and I didn’t really remember doing anything specifically. His pants weren’t even unbuttoned. It was all a bit of a blur and, besides, I fell asleep immediately after last time. It was hard to say what happened.
My eyes finally moved up to face Jon. He was staring down at himself, seeming to be in as much shock as I was to see his own dick out on display. He waited for me to make a move, but I stayed stock still.
“Um….I….what….” I struggled with how to tell him I didn’t know what to do next. Jon only blinked in reply but then remembered himself. He reached forward to drag his hand on my wet cunt in broad strokes, then spread my slippery cum all over himself. It must have felt really good because his body sagged and he sighed in satisfaction as he palmed his cock, stopping to grip himself at the base. Following his lead, I repeated his action with my own hand, then circled my wet index finger again and again on the liquid that was leaking from the tip. Jon released himself and wrapped my hand around him. I began to pump slowly.
“Oh shit…shit shit….” Jon heaved and threw his head back, thumping it against the cement wall again. “Fuck that feels good. Can you go down on me?”
I froze, hand still gripping his shaft. Startled by my stillness, Jon peered down at me. “Please use your mouth on me,” he begged.
I warred with myself. I always made a show of my confidence to everyone, so I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t know what to do. That I hadn’t sucked a dick before. In fact, his was the first one I had seen fully. How do I tell him without feeling like a loser? Could I just fake it? How hard could this be? I’d seen nudie magazines. I’d watched porn. I must have stayed silent too long and who knew what my face was doing, because Jon began to squirm, slightly softening in my hand.
“It’s ok if you don’t want to,” he said very quietly, looking like it pained him to have to say these words. “It’s fine. Sorry I asked, you just felt so fucking good. I got carried away. It’s fine.”
That got my attention and I blinked rapidly to reset my brain. I tightened my grip on him and resume stroking his cock up and down, making sure to sound self-assured before I said, “No, it’s fine. It’s fine. I just um…..It’s just that….” I avoided his gaze, choosing instead to stare intently at what I was doing and him hardening and coming back to life in my hand.
“Oh god…fuck…this is fine too. Just keep doing that please,” he grunted. “This is good. This is good.”
No. No it was not. I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t — or worse, wouldn’t — do something as simple as sucking a dick. His words spurred me into action. This would not do. I decided at that moment that I would try and learn to use my mouth on him. No better time than the present to learn new things and no better person than Jon to try this with. I knew him well enough to try it, but didn’t know him too well to have to worry about the consequences. I was fairly sure that he wouldn’t judge me and hoped that he wasn’t the type to blab about this to anyone else, especially Calvin. I chanted ‘I can do this’ on repeat in my mind. While working up my own nerves to move things forward, I continued stroking him up and down, occasionally using my other hand to gather more wetness from my center and adding that to my movement. Jon’s groaning was getting louder and louder. Expletives of all kinds were flowing freely from his mouth between quick breaths. No no no. I can’t make him come like this. I was supposed to be using my mouth. I suddenly stopped mid-stroke.
“Huh? What??” he whined, eyes flying open in question. “Why’d you stop?” He looked like he was ready to cry.
“I wanna go down on you,” I replied simply and with as much confidence as I could conjure. I felt his cock twitch in appreciation in my grip.
“Oh. Um, ok.” Jon straightened up and pressed his palm down as leverage on the cement surface beneath him. “Yeah, sure. Ok.” His sudden nervousness made me think that maybe he did just get carried away before, because now he seemed not so sure about my offer.
“Do you still want me to?” My confidence was quickly waning and unless his enthusiasm returned, I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it. Embarrassment was trickling through me.
“Yea yea yea….absolutely. Yes. Yes.” He nodded in rapid succession. Ok. He still wanted this. Now, how to start? In the time of our very short and very awkward exchange, he had somehow gotten even harder in my hand. More clear liquid was leaking from the opening at his tip, so I swiped at it with my thumb. “Oh fuck…fuck fuck fuck….ok. Please. Please go down on me.” He began to take long calming breaths.
“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done it before,” I said with a shrug all while still stroking him, but lighter and slower than before, lest this whole thing ended before I even put my mouth on him. “I, like, understand the basics…” I trailed off, not really sure what else there was to say.
“Oh shit….oh ok. Um. I can show you what to do?” Jon offered, eyes fixed on my hand moving up and down on his cock. “I can show you. Just put your mouth on me….please…” the last word came out as a groan as my thumb swiped at his tip again, spreading the viscous liquid around the small opening.
I scooted back to get a better angle then leaned down to give the round and shiny tip an exploratory lick. The liquid didn’t taste bad, just a bit salty and there was a bit of an astringent quality. It made my mouth water. He felt even warmer against my tongue. I looked up to make sure that what I was doing was ok. Jon rewarded me with a wide grin and praise, “Oh fuck….yes. That’s so good.” Encouraged and annoyed my own uncharacteristic apprehension, I plunged down as fast I could to envelop him in my mouth. I was proud of myself for almost reaching the base. Any further down and his thick brown curls would be tickling my nose. I wondered if I was deep throating. If I were, it wasn’t so bad. He was so hard, so solid, but the skin was warm and so very soft and slippery with my split. I could taste a bit of salt on his skin and his scent was stronger here, more manly.
“Oh shit Ami….fuck fuck fuck….hold still, hold still. Don’t move. Fuck fuck…” Jon was frantic and gripped my shoulders to stop my movement but didn’t push me away. I froze and slightly loosened my mouth against him, instantly regretting my decision to be more proactive. Did I do something wrong? Did my teeth scrape him on the way down? I thought I was supposed to take him fully into my mouth? Feeling embarrassed, I swallowed hard. “Fuuuuck…don’t do that. Stop stop stop. Just hold still for a minute. Shit.” He sounded pained and angry. I tried to hold still and breathe through my nose as Jon grunted and pulled breaths through his teeth above me. I widened my mouth around him and could feel my saliva dripping down to the base of him.
It took a few moments for Jon to come back to himself. Meanwhile, I was held in place with my mouth hovering around his cock but not exactly making contact. He was breathing more evenly and his grip on my shoulders had loosened slightly.
“Ok ok….oh fuck. That was…..I….you almost made me come,” he chuckled, sounding nervous. I could almost feel the vibration of it in my mouth. “That was too good.” I tried to smile in response but found that it was impossible with my mouth full of cock, so I only looked up to meet his eyes. “Oh shit. That looks hot.” He blinked hard to gather himself once more then continued, “Ok. Let’s….um…let’s try again, but waaay slower.” I nodded, tightened my mouth and hummed in response, still unable to talk with him in my mouth. “Mmm….oh that’s nice. I like that.” I hummed again, the pitch lilting at the end in question. “Yeah, that. The humming feels good. Can you, um, try moving up and down but, like, slow?” Jon’s palms moved to hold my head on either side. They weren’t pushing me down, only guiding me to stay the course as I moved at my own speed.
I could do this. I followed Jon’s direction. This time I went slower, making sure to produce plenty of spit to lubricate my mouth as I went down towards the base. I challenged myself to go down further and further each time. Jon rewarded every trip downward with moans and grunts. “You sure you haven’t sucked dick before? Shiiiit….”
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