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Alex

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

I cried out as my back arched, thrusting forward, his hot hand knocking against my pelvis.

“Brad, wait,” I said as pleasure fizzled through my lower half, spiraling straight to my toes.

“Brad, are you—” But I couldn’t ask him anything as he cupped my cockhead.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, raw heat blowing my senses as he stroked my slit.

It never felt like this when I did it to myself. How did he make it feel so good?

My thighs shuddered, spreading open naturally, my bunched hands pressed into the couch to control the shaking. All my thoughts of stopping him vanished as his rough thumb, worn from years of practice, softly spread pre-cum over my cockhead.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he hummed. “Has anyone even stroked your dick before?”

Brad stole my answer by shifting his thumb, stroking downward instead.

I groaned at how easy it was for him to just grab my cock like it was nothing when I’d dreamed of doing it to him for years.

He was ripping my heart apart. I was so exposed to him, and each move he made, made it so sweet and painful. I didn’t understand how people could bear to feel like this.

“No way!” He laughed, giving me another firm stroke, tearing a gasp from me. “Alex, man, what have you been doing all the time? Just training and playing Xbox?”

Or watching gay porn. Or figuring out what the hell was wrong with me. Or trying not to be upset that Brad fucked any girl who smiled at him but never looked at me. Or just lying on our couch, listening to emo music as I did a combination of all three.

I frantically shook my head. I was blushing wildly, and the need circling my body kept messing with my brain.

I couldn’t even look at him as he leaned in close enough that his breath swept over my cock.

“Oh, dude, you have so much catching up to do.”

I thought I was going to simultaneously throw up and melt as he stroked me again. I peeked at him through one eye. All his focus was on my cock. I’d only ever seen him so concentrated when we were out on the ice.

“Can you see it, Alex? Look at the way your cock is disappearing into my hand. I’ve never seen this before.” He chuckled as he wrapped his whole hand around my cock, his fingers locking together. My eyes shot open as he ever so tenderly squeezed my cockhead with his other hand, and an even louder cry ripped from me as pure pleasure beat through me.

It couldn’t be real. How could Brad ever want to do that, and even say those words to me?

“Like, if I hold your cock here and stroke down, it’s like it’s popping up out of my fist.”

“Brad! God!” I shouted, half from pleasure, half from embarrassment. But it didn’t stop him.

“But then, if I move up and cover you like this, it’s like your cock is hiding from us. This is mental.”

“It’s not! It’s totally normal. Just stop talking about it.”

“But you’re so hard and soft at the same time.” He stroked me in a way that made my whole body jerk, and I had to slam my hand on the arm of the couch to stop myself from thrusting straight into his hand.

“Your cock is like that, too, isn’t it?” My chin dipped as I asked him.

“Yeah, but…” His hands paused as he looked up at me, his lips twisting in a way I knew he was going to say something that would break my heart. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

My breath caught as I cracked. If Brad’s attention hadn’t dropped back to my cock, he would have seen the pain flaring on my face.

“What do you mean?” I croaked, nearly collapsing at the hope and fear which burst in me along with the brush of his hand. This was what I’d been avoiding, what I’d been scared of for so long. I’d lost sleep over how badly I needed to tell him how I felt about him.

And, like always, it was so easy for Brad to just lay it out there without thinking about the consequences.

“I mean, who else is going to let me touch their dick like this? You’re the one, man. I can’t get away with sucking anyone else off and them getting weird about it. But you’re different.”

I didn’t even have time to be disappointed.

Because the worst thing was, he licked his lips as he shuffled closer, his shoulders bumping against my thighs.

He didn’t see it; he didn’t understand. And I dug my fingers into the arm of the couch hard enough to sting as I swallowed my feelings. Because if I had to choose between being with him and enduring the pain, or confessing the truth and losing him, the choice was obvious.

I might never get to do this again.

Every stroke sent shudders through me, the pleasure growing stronger. I was losing control, and I thought I was going to die from embarrassment.

As team forwards, we both had the same roles when we played, but we had our own styles. I trained to be fast, scanning the rink to cover all my bases. I was always clocking other players’ positions to work out our advantage.

And Brad looked for routes to weave through the other team’s defense to get to his goal. And now, the determination he showed when he soared down the ice and reached his target was all focused on me. He’d slipped through my guards, and I was his new goal.

He said it wouldn’t change anything, but if I stopped him now, maybe it would still be okay. We could just brush it off and it wouldn’t get any weirder.

Which I was seconds away from doing. Until his palm ground against my cockhead as he stroked me and I doubled over.

“Brad! What the hell!?” I yelped in surprise, my chest nearly hitting his head as I pitched forward. One moment I was writhing around, then suddenly, my fingers wedged into his shoulder so I didn’t come all over him like an idiot.

There was no way I could let his mouth anywhere near my cock unless I wanted him to make fun of me for coming instantly. And, after all his teasing so far, I didn’t know if I could take it.

“Why are you so good at this?” I asked, pushing at him to lift myself back up.

I flinched at his grin, worried he really was about to laugh. Instead, he smoothly tilted his chin, puffing out his chest.

“Alex, man,” he tutted. “You have the honor of being jerked off by a true sex wizard. Don’t question my ways. Simply sit back and let me work my magic.”

“You are such a dork sometimes.” I snorted. But I only had a second to be distracted before his thumb firmly rubbed the ridge of my cock, his other hand still circling my cockhead.

I fell back onto the couch, and pressed my forearm over my eyes so I couldn’t look at the way he was grinning at me. If I could block my ears, that would be even better.

I always wanted him to look at me, but I didn’t think his heated stare would be so intense.

I wished he wasn’t so gentle with me, because it felt as if it really meant something to him.

With only dim light creeping under the sides of my forearm, I could feel every bump and groove of Brad’s calloused hands. I groaned as the backs of his short nails ran down the ridge of my cock to hold the base.

“Hey, dude, I’m about to suck you off. What’s the point of putting on a show if you’re not going to watch?”

I stilled under him, knowing he was right. I didn’t know if he thought this was a one-off or the start of something. No matter how confusing it was, I didn’t want to miss out.

“It’s your first blow job, man. You’ve got to know what you’re getting into.”

I hesitantly pulled my arm away, peering at him.

My heart clenched as I caught Brad pouting as he looked up at me. Was he seriously getting huffy over the fact I wasn’t paying proper attention to him?

He puffed his cheeks out, sighing sharply. My arm dropped, and I was worried I’d done something wrong, until he burst into another grin, wide enough to show off his teeth.

“That’s more like it!” He laughed, drawing in closer, his eyes gleaming.

I couldn’t tell if he was going to pleasure me or torture me. From his expression, it could go either way.

“Right, you ready for this? Your very first blow job!” he said cheerily, as if we were just messing around at a practice game, even though he was gripping my cock while I thought I was going to pass out from nerves.

“Don’t look so scared! It’ll be great.” He moved his palm from my cockhead and slapped my thigh like a car salesman on a hood. “Just hold on and let me take you for a ride.”

I was too distracted by his stupid joke to react as he suddenly shot forward.

Everything exploded as my cock disappeared into his mouth, and I yelled in surprise.

I dissolved in heat as every single drop of awareness I had rushed to my cock.

Hot and wet, his tongue curved to lick the underside of my cock as the hard line of his teeth bumped against my shaft.

“Brad!” I cried out as he wrapped his lips around me. It was happening too fast. I wasn’t prepared, but I couldn’t resist him.

“Brad, you’re too… I can’t do this… I’m going to—” I choked off as his moan vibrated through my cock as he pushed farther down.

I loved how his fingers clenched my hip to keep me pinned and under his control.

I didn’t stand a chance. I couldn’t stop it. I was going to come, and he was going to think I was stupid. There was no escaping it.

“Do you mean you can’t take me licking your cock?” he hummed moments before his tongue darted out to lap at the tip.

My legs spasmed as a shot of pure pleasure fired through my veins. I moaned so loudly that it echoed in my chest; the fist digging into the arm of the couch going numb from how hard I squeezed it.

“Brad…”

“Yeah,” he said, lifting himself from my cock again. “Keep moaning my name, just like that. Girls love doing that shit.”

“I said I’m not—”

“A girl, yeah. But you gotta practice, haven’t you? They get even more excited when you make a load of noise as well.” He chuckled right before he hurled himself back on my cock.

It hit the back of his throat, and I yelled out as I thrust forward.

He exploded into coughs, gagging as he rocked back on his heels.

“Holy shit,” he rasped, spluttering as his eyes watered.

“I’m so sorry!” I shot to the edge of the couch, reaching for him, trying to help, or something. I didn’t know what to do.

But he burst out laughing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Seriously, man, stop worrying. It’s all part of the job.” He threw me a wink, and I released a quick breath of relief, but nerves kept beating in my chest. Even though he said it was fine, I really didn’t want to hurt him.

Though it made it easier to stop being serious about it. Brad wasn’t making a big deal, so I didn’t need to, either.

Brad sighed, sounding satisfied as he took hold of my cock again. He angled it just right, but I couldn’t stifle all my embarrassing sounds of pleasure as he licked the taste of me from his lips.

I always thought he was hot, and I forced myself not to stare at him whenever he stripped after practice or when he wandered around in just his boxers.

But a fully clothed Brad, with his lips hovering over my cockhead, was so sexy I almost came as he leaned forward, watching me intensely.

“You should have told me about this way earlier,” he murmured, fixated on my cock. “I could have helped you ages ago.”

Did he mean he would have sucked me off if I said something earlier? He’d mentioned getting Suzy to do it, but what if I’d asked him to? Did this mean I could ask him for more when this was over?

He smirked as he opened his mouth again, and I jumped as he flattened his hot tongue over my cockhead, licking me firmly. His eyes gleamed as I cried out his name.

I didn’t expect him to keep going, swirling and swirling his tongue, moving my cock in the opposite direction just to make it worse.

My thighs shook and my shoulders jerked each time his tongue caged me.

I was going mad. I wanted to feel him around me so desperately that I didn’t care if he thought it was weird.

I writhed under him, trying not to thrust my hips again, especially when he lifted his whole body to give himself a better angle.

Another cry ripped from me, and I thought I was going to collapse as he shot me a look and smoothly started bobbing his head.