The Boy on the Bridge

Any self-consciousness I felt before melts, giving way to curiosity.

Hunter’s the only man I’ve ever seen naked, but looking at him, it’s hard to imagine ever caring to see anyone else. He’s so beautiful, every single inch of him.

His dick is no exception.

I let go of it so I can grab his hips and pull him closer to me.

As he moves closer, I spread my knees so he can stand between them. My hands slide around to grab his firm ass. I look up and catch him smirking at me.

“What?” I demand.

“Just wishing I’d have turned the light on so I could see how furious that blush must be.”

Running my hands over his smooth, muscled butt is definitely making me flush, but it’s only a little bit because I’m embarrassed.

Since I’ve pulled him so close, his cock is practically right in my face. That’s where I wanted it, so I let go of his butt, grip his cock again, and experimentally give it a gentle tug.

“Lick it first,” he tells me.

He has more experience here than I do, so I follow his direction.

I lean in, sticking my tongue out and running it along the underside of his cock. When I hear him inhale sharply, I drag my tongue along the side of it, tracing an angry-looking vein. I follow that vein to the swollen head, then I angle my head and drag my tongue across that, too.

Hunter groans, pushing his fingers through the strands of my hair.

I look up at him. “Like that?”

He nods, his beautiful eyes hooded. “Just like that.”

I smile, then turn my attention back to his cock.

Gripping the base in one hand, I start exploring his length with the other. I lightly run my fingers down the hard shaft. He’s so hard, but so soft at the same time—especially the tip. I tease his swollen head with my thumb while I kiss and lick the sides. Then, once I’m sure he’s pretty well lubricated, I begin to pump my hand up and down, up and down.

Hunter’s head lolls back.

“You should get on the couch,” I tell him.

He grabs my wrists and I let go, then he releases me and climbs onto the couch. He lies down on it, but spreads his legs to make room for me between them.

Perfect.

Now that he’s more comfortable, I get on my hands and knees and crawl closer. I grab his cock and pump it a few more times, then I lower my head and take the tip of him between my lips.

Hunter groans, and my heart beats faster.

I run my tongue over the smooth head of his cock again, then open my jaw a little wider to take him deeper.

I don’t know exactly how to do this, but I figure it can’t be that hard to figure out. Groans and desperate grabs at the couch cushion should mean I’m doing good, silence… probably not so good.

I don’t know what to expect from my first blow job, but I don’t expect to be as into it as I am. Once I figure out a good rhythm and the things Hunter seems to like, sucking his cock starts to turn me on.

I’m pumping his cock, kissing and sucking on it, when he tells me, “If you want me to fuck you right now, you’d better stop.”

I pop off, but only so I can shake my head at him. “Come down my throat.’

Hunter stares at me like he’s never seen me before in his life.

I flash him a smile, then I take him back into my mouth and labor over his cock until he’s ready to come. His whole body tenses. He’s rigid, his muscles jerking as I increase the suction and move my head faster, running my tongue around him as I do.

“Fuck, Riley.”

I can hear how squirmy he is. I love it. I can’t really smile when I’m doing this, but I want to.

I suck harder, then moan a little to see if that helps things.

It sure does.

Hunter groans loudly, his hips coming up off the couch as he tries to shove himself deeper into my mouth. I can’t take him that deep, but I try to relax my throat. My eyes water, but I keep my lips sealed around him tightly as he shoots his release down my throat like I invited him to.

He’s breathing hard, but his body is finally relaxed. I keep my lips sealed around him as I pull back to ensure I don’t make a mess, then I pop off and swallow what’s left of his cum.

“Christ,” Hunter says, absently resting an arm across his forehead.

Uncharacteristically, I don’t really know what to say. I’ve never been in this situation before. We’ve had sex, so I’ve learned a little post-coital etiquette, but post blow job etiquette? Nope.

I curl my legs up behind me and stay where I am with his legs tangled around me while I wait for him to recover.