Page 12 of Teach Me
From this vantage point, I could see the stranger unfastening his pants. Tonight, he had on a dark T-shirt, plain, displaying a light dusting of hair over his forearms. His hands were the stuff of dreams, and my eyes were glued to his right as he pulled out his cock. I sucked in a slow breath, feathering a touch over the bulge of my erection.
Long, smooth, and gorgeous, my stranger’s cock stiffened with his touch, jutting in the air after a few strokes so tight I felt the pressure resonate in my balls.
I swallowed hard as he turned toward the hole I peered through, still stroking his dick leisurely. He knew I was watching, I was sure of it. And like last time, he had my full attention.
My dick jerked in my pants, and my breath came faster as I swept my fingers through the hole and beckoned him, repeating the motion I’d made last time.
My stranger took a step forward, still working his cock, circling his thumb around the crown until a dollop of precum glazed the pad. After a stuttered pause, as if he’d lost his rhythm or hesitated, his thumb appeared through the hole. I bent lower and took it between my lips, tasting the burst of salt on my tongue and barely checking a moan. Why did I find this so fucking hot?
His groan rang through me like a dirty answer.
I didn’t know this guy from fucking Adam, but there was something about him, his sense of presence and calm, that made me burn for his attention.
I lapped at the tip of his thumb, and he pressed it against my teeth, the inside of my cheeks, my tongue, like we’d been lovers for years and he knew exactly what I wanted.
I could’ve sworn I heard an approving hum as I gently nipped the tip.
“Please,” I whispered when he pulled away. I had no idea if he heard me, until a moment later when his flushed cock slid through the hole.
I could feel the shudder that ran through him when I gently sucked on his crown, naked this time, just for a second, loving the warmth of his bare skin and the salt-tinged flavor that invaded my mouth. Then, I rolled a condom on him and took him deeper, taking in the pulse of veins against my tongue as another shudder gripped him. Fuck, he liked it so much, and it was wild that I could discern that with a wooden wall between us. He was expressive enough that his pleasure was obvious, and it was heady as hell.
Primal urge overtook my attempts at being cool, and I sucked him down. Gagging on his tip as it hit the back of my throat, I was rewarded with a tremble I could feel. When he began fucking my mouth, my eyes drifted closed, and with each stroke, he plunged deeper, testing my limits and setting off a wildfire of ecstasy that thrummed through my veins. His pace grew more urgent, his thrusts increasingly erratic while my world narrowed to nothing but the hunger I felt for him, the slickness of his shaft, and the intensity of his strokes as he started to lose control. With a hoarse cry, he let go, filling the condom. I stroked him through the aftershocks until he finally pulled away.
Settling back on my heels, I wiped my mouth with one hand, panting, the other still gripping his cock. When I released him gently, he retreated, and a sense of emptiness washed through me that it was already over.
Before I could get to my feet, two fingers slid through the hole and curled, the unhurried gesture a perfect mimicry of mine. I blanched, suddenly unsure whether he was truly offering to return the favor.
No?
I wasn’t certain if he’d asked that aloud or if it was in my head, but I replied anyway. “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
Scrambling fully upright, I fumbled my zipper lower and pushed my pants down on my hips, my cock popping free like it was spring-loaded and leaking precum over my fingers as I guided it through the hole. I couldn’t believe this was my life, couldn’t believe I was doing this, and as he closed his fist around my aching shaft, the visceral satisfaction of the sensation burst from my throat in a low moan that was a little too loud, judging by the scattered laughter that followed.
“Get it, honey,” someone called, and I froze briefly, muttering a curse. I thought I heard a soft, answering huff of laughter, and then the stranger gave my shaft a harder squeeze before he began working it.
I didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but it felt like magic, like maybe he was using both hands or had suddenly grown an extra set. All I knew was that the pleasure was a relentless assault that never let up. One stroke after the other, smooth and silky and wet, until I was pressed so hard against the wall that a mere slip of physics and I’d become part of it. His hands learned my terrain quickly, the subtle dips and ridges on my cock that made me shiver with need. Then, he slipped on a condom, and the sensation changed entirely. A sizzling hot, tingling tightness spread through me from stem to stern.
“Fuck, oh fuck. Oh fuckkkkkkkk,” I chanted in a whisper, my eyes squeezed shut.
And then it got even better.
The furnace blast of heat that followed made my eyes roll back in my head. My stranger’s lips were firm and ruthless and perfect, from the pressure of his tongue on the underside of my shaft to the way he rubbed over my crown. Even with a condom on, I was breathless in seconds, my body tense and tight like an electrical surge was running rampant through it, sparking in my balls, my gut, beading sweat over my forehead.
Any lingering inhibitions slipped away as I let myself sink into the experience, the stranger’s mouth and tongue worshiping my cock in a perfect primal symphony.
His mouth traveled down my shaft and back up, lips and tongue teasing me with a mix of suction and friction that made my head spin and my body tingle everywhere.
“You like that, don’t you?” The low, smooth drawl of his voice made my hips buck involuntarily.
“Yeah, oh god,” I rasped out. “I’m close.”
I thought I heard him chuckle softly before his mouth resumed its maddeningly slow exploration of my dick. I moaned, arching my body toward him, silently pleading for more. His teeth lightly grazed my shaft, a hint of the roughness along his jaw muted by the condom as my climax built. Pleasure coursed through me like a roaring fire, consuming all my senses.
“Go on,” he urged. “Give it to me.”
His encouragement was all I needed. Pleasure ripped through my body, and the built-up pressure exploded from within, saturating every fiber of my being. Thrusting forward, my hips jerked involuntarily against his mouth as I came.
I gripped the top of the stall to keep from keeling over as I came down from the peak. Aftershocks rippled through me as I tried to catch my breath.