He laughed. “Since this is apparently a shock to you, yes, yes I have. I found myself struck by how good you looked when you first showed up on our doorstep. From there on, I started noticing other things, including that ass.”
“You’re supposed to be straight,” I accused.
Once more he laughed, reaching to take hold of my other hand. I didn’t fight him, my breath catching when he brought my hand down to his groin. Though I didn’t need coaxing, he closed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers into the dense fabric and around his undeniably hard cock.
“Now, does that feel straight to you?” he asked in a low, rough voice.
It felt like it was pointing straight up, but I only shook my head. “D-definitely not.”
“I suppose I’m enjoying myself then.”
I glanced to one side, and my heart stuttered. “Feel like enjoying a little more?”
His brow raised as he followed my line of sight, eyes locking onto the small alcove in the wall that would keep us out of sight. “Oh? And here I thought you said…”
“Because we’re not fucking. It’s not like I have the stuff necessary for it, and I’d be impressed if you managed to figure out where to hide condoms and lube in that sack,” I told him with a snort.
“Sack?” He reached down and pulled at the rope, and I blinked as I watched a fold of fabric peel back. Apparently, it wasn’t a whole sack made into a robe, but one that could be opened. I hadn’t noticed because he’d somehow wrapped it around behind him.
My eyes widened when he allowed it to open enough for me to see that he was, in fact, wearing absolutely nothing underneath it. “Trying to be pious, huh?”
“My modesty was concealed,” he said, letting it open further.
For a moment I stood there, completely frozen as I gazed at his body on full display. The side street wasn’t that well lit, and his robe cast shadows, but I could see enough. He was every bit as toned as I thought he’d be, with a noticeable but not excessive bulk to his chest and a smooth plane for his stomach. Well, not completely smooth, as the soft brown coating of his body hair ran all the way down to his cock, which was now jutting out before him, sagging under its own weight.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, pulling him into the alcove and pushing him against the wall. “I’d tell you not to make me regret this, but I know that’s a lost cause.”
“I have no intention of making you regret anything.”
“I guess I just consider it a natural part of your personality.”
“You certainly know how to make a man feel special.”
“No, that’s what this is for.”
Christ, I was dropping down to my knees, sliding a reasonably clean piece of cardboard between my knees and the gritty ground. I was getting ready to give Shane fucking Perkins a blowjob in the middle of a public area.
And damn it, I was going to give him the best one I could, even if I did wake up tomorrow hating myself for it.
Thankfully I wasn’t inexperienced when it came to men of a good size, and I slid him into my mouth. Almost immediately, the salty taste of his pre-cum slid over my tongue, and I couldn’t help my faint noise of approval as I slid him further in. The sheer weight and feel of it on my tongue drove me further, and I gave another soft groan when I felt his fingers in my hair, tightening slowly as I sank down.
The alcohol made it easier for me to sink to the root, pressing my nose into the rough patch of his trimmed groin. If I’d been capable of smirking, I would have done so when I heard his soft groan before I pulled back. I had given enough head in my time to know I needed to find exactly what it was that drove him wild. Not that any guy ever complained about my experimentation, they still got a bit of pleasure, and if I found the right method, they ended up going off like a rocket.
I wasn’t in the least bit surprised to find out Shane was a fan of the rough and sloppy method. It meant being careful about my teeth, and I all but shoved myself back and forth, driving him deep into my throat, but listening to him try to keep quiet as I sucked him down deep was well worth it.
The same scent of sandalwood and leather clung to him, even with all the other smells from the Gras around us. Add in the fact that the man kept leaking on my tongue, and the sound of his pleasure was driving me crazy, I was losing my mind in front of him. I had to reach down, struggling with the hand I didn’t have wrapped around the base of his cock, and fish my own out.
“Kevin,” he groaned, his hips beginning to stutter and jerk against my mouth.
I kept up the same pattern. I’d already gone this far, and I wasn’t going to make things worse if I swallowed his cum. In fact, I was eager for it, almost desperate to hear what sounds he would make as he tipped over the edge and came hard.
I didn’t have to wait long, and Shane didn’t disappoint. With a strangled gasp, he bowed forward, pushing against the back of my head with a sudden shove. I half-expected it, however, and managed to keep from gagging as I felt his cock throb heavily and begin to pulse. Shane continued to give light little gasps as he came directly down my throat, his hips jerking with each pulse.
With a shaky breath, he released me, and I drew back, my hand still around my cock and jerking it quietly. His eyes fell on me steadily, and he reached down to pull me to my feet. To my surprise, he yanked me into another kiss, managing to get a hand between us and bat my hand away before I could finish.
“Mother…” I began but stopped immediately when I felt his hand wrap around my cock instead.
It was my turn to feel my breath grow shaky as he began jerking me off smoothly. I wasn’t surprised that a straight man knew how to give a good handjob. He had probably been giving them to himself for years. It didn’t take long until I felt my stomach tighten and my legs weaken, forcing me to hold onto him as I gasped.