Four Letter Firsts

Authors Note:

While this isn't Travis' first ever blowjob, it IS his first blowjob with Max. There are only so many four letter words in the English language. This chapter was a quickie and always, please forgive any errors I have made. Enjoy. 

“So,” Max said as we did our homework in his bedroom, as usual, “Now that you’ve got some experience, I’ve gotta ask. Which do you prefer; topping or bottoming?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“Don’t say ‘You Don’t Know’. You know,” Max pressured.

“I like them both,” I replied, “They both have their merits.”

“Such as?” Max asked.

“Well, for starters, bottoming is less work,” I explained, “You get to just lay there and get fucked. And when he hits that certain spot, you just lose it and you’re just totally at his mercy, being completely submissive, but still knowing that he’s only getting off because of you. Plus, it’s a huge turn on doing something you know you’re not supposed to.”

“So you’re a bottom,” Max winked.

“Not necessarily,” I defended, “I like topping too. You get to dominate a guy, make him submit to you, feel like you’re, ya know, ‘The Man’, so to speak. You feel really powerful, aggressive, primal and not to mention, it feels fucking great.”

“So, you’re versatile,” Max recanted his earlier statement.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “What about you?”

“Depends on my mood,” Max replied, “But guys usually just assume I’m strictly a bottom and don’t even bother asking me if I want to be on top. It’s a little insulting.”

“The struggle of being a twink,” I sighed.

“But I agree with what you said,” Max continued, “I like that taboo feeling of knowing I’m doing something I’m not really supposed to when I’m bottoming. And it’s so hot when a guy takes complete control and just makes you beg for more.”

I felt a slight bit of arousal growing as we conversed.

“What’s your favorite position?” Max asked.

“Doggy,” I answered, “Gotta have my face in the pillow so I can yell as loud as I want.”

“I like being able to talk,” Max replied, “I like it sideways.”

“I like to talk, too,” I replied, “But I’m pretty loud.”

“Like, dirty talk?” Max clarified.

“Yeah,” I answered, as I could feel myself blushing a little bit.

“What do you say?” Max inquired.

“I’m not telling you,” I giggled.

“Shame I never got to hear it for myself,” Max said.

“It never would have worked out between us,” I reminded him.

“I know,” Max sighed, “But I cant help but wonder. What it would have been like. Sounded like. Felt like.”

“Some things were never meant to be,” I shrugged.

“It’s never too late,” Max replied.

“Let’s not go down that road again,” I chuckled.

“When you were with Ryan…” Max started, “How often did you do it?”

“As often as we could,” I answered.

“Condom or no condom?” He asked.

“No condom,” I answered.

“Where did you like for him to cum?” Max  questioned. I looked up from my homework.

“Are you getting turned on by this conversation, Max?” I asked, somewhat guilty of it myself.

“Just answer the question,” Max smirked.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “My face. My mouth. Inside me.”

“Hmmm,” Max nodded, as he squirmed around on the bed, “I prefer it in my mouth.”

“On your braces?” I joked.

“Mmm-hmmm,” He nodded, not joking, “All over them.”

“Are you trying to instigate something?” I asked.

“Honestly?” He said.

“Honestly,” I replied.

“I’m a little sexually frustrated,” He divulged, “I’ve been striking out in the relationship department recently.”

“Well, our relationship didn’t work out the first time,” I reminded him.

“Maybe I’m not looking for a relationship,” He responded, “Maybe I just want some meaningless, hot, sex. I’ve been striking out in that department, too.”

“Maybe we should just stay friends,” I said, recollecting of our previous agreement.

“Friends help each other out,” He countered.

“Max,” I sighed, “We already agreed. We’re not compatible sexually.”

“How about orally?” He suggested.

“Honestly, I’m a little terrified of getting my dick sucked by a guy with braces,” I admitted.

“It doesn’t hurt,” He assured me.

“Not willing to risk it,” I replied.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk…” He groaned, abandoning his homework and laying down on the bed.

“Well, don’t have a mental break down about it,” I scoffed.

“I miss cock,” He exhaled, “This dry spell is driving me crazy. I just want someone to fuck my mouth, is that too much to ask?”

“I’m sure there are lots of guys who want to fuck your mouth,” I consoled.

“Are any of them in this room?” He asked.

“Max…” I began.

“Travis,” He interrupted, “You’re moving away in two months. If things DO get awkward between us, we wont even have to see each other again after 60 uncomfortable days. We might NEVER get the opportunity to even do this again. What do we have to lose?”

“Max…” I tired again.

“You’re horny,” He interrupted once more, “I’m horny. You like dick. I like dick. Let’s help each other out.”

He had a point. I was kind of horny.

“Only if you can promise we’ll stay friends after,” I made him guarantee me, “I don’t want us to end up hating each other.”

“Nina sucked your dick and you don’t hate her,” He replied.

“Yeah, I’m trying to block that out, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring it up again,” I said.

“Sorry,” He smirked, “So, what do you say?”

“I say…” I laid down on the bed beside him, “Handjobs?”

“Yes!” Max said happily as he began removing his pants.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” I sighed as I un-did my pants. Max suddenly stopped moving.

“Don’t say that,” He stated seriously, “Don’t make me feel like that. I’m not MAKING you do anything.”

“Sorry, that came out wrong,” I apologized, “I meant…whatever, it doesn’t matter. Let’s go, fuck it, I’m horny.”

Max smiled as he lowered his slacks and boxers, his semi erect dick pointing up.

“You mind if I take my shirt off?” He asked, pulling his shirt up over his head.

“That’s probably a good idea, it’s hot down here,” I agreed, removing my own, before sliding off my own jeans and boxers.

“God damn,” Max said, looking down at my dick.

“What?” I asked, insecurely.

“It’s…bigger than I expected,” He said, laying back down.

“Thank you,” I grinned, laying beside him and taking a hold of his dick.

“Can you spit on your hand? Cut dicks need a bit more lubrication,” He stated.

I removed my hand, spat into my palm, then placed it back on his dick.

“That’s better,” He sighed, taking a hold of mine. We laid there silently with our eyes closed, jerking each other off.

“You’re lucky I’m ambidextrous,” Max said, referring to the fact that he was using his left hand.

“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned, enjoying being able to fuck someone elses hand for a change.

“How’s it feel?” Max asked.

“Good,” I exhaled, as Max moved closer to me.

“You look really good naked,” Max complimented.

“Thanks,” I sighed, working my hand up and down his shaft.

“Your cock looks especially good,” He whispered, kissing my shoulder.

“Hmmm…” Was all I was about to say before I felt Max kissing me, switching to using his right hand to jerk me off.

“You said you like dirty talk,” He repeated, pulling away from my mouth.

“Who doesn’t?” I sighed, my eyes closed.

“You said you like hearing guys beg,” Max replied.

“Mmm-hmm,” I said, opening my eyes, with Max an inch from my face.

“Please let me suck it,” He said.

“Max…” I tried to protest.

“Please…” He begged, jerking me off faster, “I want to taste your cock.”

I felt my common sense being put on the back burner as my more primal instincts took over.

“You can beg better than that,” I heard myself say.

“Please,” He groaned, “Let me suck your cock, let me suck it, please.”

“What about my balls?” I asked, to my own surprise. I thought I was against this. AM I?! Maybe I’m just too horny to care. This is really gonna make things awkward between us. Oh well.

“Yes, yes,” Max whimpered pathetically, “Whatever you want.”

I leaned down and kissed his mouth again.

“Who’s your daddy?” I smirked at him.

Yep. Things are definitely gonna get awkward after this.

“You,” He groaned desperately, “Please let me suck your dick.”

“Well…okay, fine. Only because you asked so nicely,” I relented. Max scrambled down the bed and leaned over my dick, sucking it like it was his last meal on death row.

“Fuck…” I sighed, putting my hands behind my head as Maxs bounced him and down my cock. He was right; the braces didn’t get in the way at all. Max couldn’t be happier, eagerly slurping up my dick. Just as I was about to remind him that he promised to service my balls too, he took my dick out of his mouth and stroked it while he relocated his tongue to my sack, running his wet tongue across it.

“Wow,” I exhaled as he looked up at me, rubbing his tongue against my balls.

“You like that?” He asked innocently.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed, as he ran his tongue up my shaft to the tip.

“It tastes so good, daddy,” He groaned before swallowing my dick once more.

“You’re a lot dirtier than I thought you would be,” I admitted as he bounced his head up and down on my dick.

“Mmm-hmmm,” He groaned, his mouth full, before removing it to speak to me once more, “Fuck my fucking throat, daddy.”

“MUCH dirtier,” I beamed, taking a hold of his overly gelled hair and face fucking him. I couldn’t help but feel bad that he wasn’t getting his own oral pleasure and I removed my glasses, throwing them on the bed.

“Get on my fucking face,” I commanded.

“Huh?” He said, looking up at me surprised.

“I want to sixty-nine, get on my face,” I explained. He complied, getting on top of me so I could suck his dick while he sucked mine. I took his cut cock into my mouth, sending him into a frenzie.

“Shit,” He cursed while I orally pleasured him, before going back to servicing me, then eventually pulling me out of his mouth presumably because he couldn’t stop himself from clenching his teeth.

“Oh my god, yes,” He whimpered, curdling himself against my leg. While he wasn’t my dream guy, this was still more enjoyable than my hook up with Nina. He continued to jerk me off but was too involved with getting his own dick sucked to focus on mine.

“That feels so fucking good…” He whimpered, “Im gonna cum…”

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and quickly demaned,

“Turn around! Turn around!”

He quickly spun around and repositioned himself so that he was fucking my face direction, holding it against his head board.

“Yes….yes….yes….” He whimpered, pumping into my mouth. I pulled my head away and continued jerking him off with my hand.

“Cum on my fucking face,” I commanded, both because I enjoyed it and I didnt know if I could turst Max’s cum enough to swallow it. Sorry, Max, if you ever read this.

Max squeezed his eyes shut and began unloading spurts of jizz onto my cheeks, chin and a little up my nose (which was less than ideal, to say that least). But I accepted it, closing my eyes to keep it from getting in there too.

“Fuckk….” Max groaned, releasing the last drops of cum onto my forehead. He stayed in place for a while, recovering from his orgasm.

“You good?” He eventually asked me.

“Towel. Please,” I requested, my eyes glued shut, my face frozen in a post-porno state.

“Right! Sorry!” Max said, running over to the dryer and grabbing a clean towel for me.

“Thanks,” I said, wiping all the jizz of my face and throwing the toilet on the floor, “Get back to work, I’m starting to go soft.”

“Yes, daddy,” He complied, his climax having no effect on his level of arousal. He got back down between my legs and resumed blowing me as I closed my eyes.

“Faster,” I requested, to which he obliged, bobbing his head up and down.

“I want to hear you beg again,” I said, as Max pulled his mouth off my dick.

“Please cum in my mouth,” He pleaded.

“All over your braces?” I asked.

“Mmm-hmmm,” He nodded, running his tongue across my balls, before adding, “I promise I’ll lick it off and swallow all of it.”

“Keep going,” I sighed.

“Gimme that fucking cum, daddy,” He groaned, jerking me off, “I want to taste it so bad.”

“Tell me you’re my slut,” I demanded.

Yep. No question about it. Shit was doomed to be awkward after this.

“I’m your slut,” He moaned, “Cum in my fucking mouth, please.”

“All over your braces?” I asked.

“All over my fucking braces,” He repeated, jerking me off furiously, “Please….please, daddy, please…”

“Open your fucking mouth,” I spat, grabbing him by the hair and holding him back as I took hold of my own dick, jerking off in front of his face, “Beg. I said beg!”

“Give it to me!” He pleaded, “Please…please…I want your fucking cum, please…”

That was all the motivation I needed and I began spurting cum all over his braces, as promised. Max closed his eyes blissfully as I coated the metal on his teeth with my creamy white jizz.

After I had finished coating his teeth with it, he looked up at me while licking it off, wiping up anything that had ended up on his face or on the bed, and putting that in his mouth too. He closed his lips and swallowed, opening his mouth to reveal it empty.

“Thank you,” He said, looking up at me. I fell back on the pillow, exhausted, as he moved up and laid down beside me.

“Thank you so much,” He repeated, as we both caught our breath.

“God damn…” I sighed, “That was….shit….”

“That was shit?!” He gasped.

“No! No!” I assured him, “I just mean….I just hope things don’t change between us now.”

“They wont, Travis,” He promised.

“I don’t know,” I shook my head, “After you hook up with someone, things change. It’s unavoidable.”

“Things didn’t change between you and Nina,” He reminded me.

“I know, but…”

“Things don’t have to change,” He interrupted me again, “And if they do…fuck it, you’re moving away, so who cares?”

“I don’t want to lose you as a friend,” I said.

“You wont,” He assured me.

“Promise?” I asked.

“Promise,” he said, moving his hand up, his pinky curved. I locked his pinky in mind in an un-official promise.

Just then, we heard the door open at the top of the basement stairs.

“Maxwell!” His father shouted.

“Shit!” Max cursed, grabbing his blanket and pulling it over us.

“I’ve gotta throw a white load in the washing machine,”  Mark said, as his footsteps began trotting down the stairs.

“DON’T COME DOWN!” Max screamed desperately. Marks foot steps stopped immediately.

“Oh, shit! Sorry!” Mark apologized.

“Just leave the laundry at the top of the stairs, I’ll throw it in!” Max offered.

“Okay, thank you,” Mark said as he walked back up the stairs, “I’m sorry I interrupted, I didn’t know you and Travis were making love.”

“FATHER!” Max screamed, the embarrassment cascading over his face.

“What? I saw him come in, I’m not stupid,” Mark replied, “I just hope you’re being safe, I didn’t give you all those condoms for nothing.”

“FATHER! GO UPSTAIRS!” Max shouted, hiding his face in his hands.

“I AM upstairs, genius,” Mark scoffed, “Hi, Travis!”

“Hello, Mark,” I answered nervously.

“Don’t forget to use bleach on those clothes, Maxwell!” Mark yelled back.

“I wont,” Max said, still holding his face in his hands.

“Okay, boys, have fun,” Mark said, closing the basement door behind him. Max turned to face me, his face 50 different shades of red.

“Now, THAT,” He said, “THAT was awkward.”