#2 - Getting a no hands blowjob while you look up at me
The very next evening, just after nine, there was a knock on my door. I smiled to myself before I even opened it. I already knew it was Brody.
When I pulled the door open, he stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of black shorts that hung low on his hips. His broad chest and thick arms were on full display, skin still slightly flushed like he had just come from a shower. He looked nervous but determined, shifting his weight from one bare foot to the other.
“Hey, Finn” he said, voice low and rough.
“Come on in,” I replied, stepping aside with a small smile.
He walked past me, his familiar scent filling the space. I closed the door behind him and followed him into the living room. Brody stopped in the middle of the room, rubbing one big hand over the back of his neck.
“I thought about your offer all night,” he said quietly. “I want to try the first thing on the list. If you are still okay with it.”
I nodded, keeping my voice calm. “I am. You sure you are ready?”
“Yeah. I am sure.”
Brody walked over and sat down on the couch. I followed and sat right next to him, close enough that our thighs touched.
For a few moments we just sat there in silence. Brody’s thick body was tense. His broad shoulders were slightly hunched and his heavy hands rested on his knees. The black shorts he wore had ridden up, exposing more of his powerful thighs.
“I have been so fucking frustrated for years,” he said quietly, staring straight ahead. “She barely ever touched me the way I wanted. Even when I asked nicely, she would act like it was a chore. I felt like I was begging for something basic.”
I placed a hand lightly on his knee, feeling the heat of his skin. “You don’t have to beg tonight.”
Brody nodded slowly. After another long breath he stood up. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black shorts and paused.
“If I don’t get hard…it’s because you are a guy, please don’t mind it,” he said, sounding embarrassed.
I smirked up at him. “We will see about that.”
He pushed the shorts down first, then his boxers followed. They slid down his thick thighs and pooled at his ankles.
His cock sprang out, soft but long.
It was thick. Eight solid inches of heavy, veined meat with a big shaft. Even soft, it looked impressive, hanging heavy between his powerful legs. The shaft had a slight upward curve and the head was wide and smooth.
I stared openly, feeling real hunger rise in my chest. I looked straight at it, then back up at his face.
“Remind me why your wife left you again?” I asked, voice teasing but genuine.
Brody let out a nervous laugh, his cheeks turning red. He rubbed the back of his neck again.
“I wanted her to deepthroat me,” he said, voice rough and embarrassed. “But she barely took half of it. She would gag hard, pull off, and then not suck me again for months. She used to say even though I had a big dick, I was not putting it to good use.”
I smiled warmly, looking back at his thick cock.
“You are not going to have that problem with me,” I told him. “All my hookups tell me I have no issues deepthroating them.”
Brody gave a small, relieved smile, some of the tension leaving his broad shoulders.
I slowly stood from the couch and got down on my knees in front of him. I gently pushed his hips so he sat back down on the couch. “Don’t worry,” I said softly, looking up at him. “I am going to make sure we make use of this big dick properly tonight.”
Brody looked nervous, but there was a clear spark of excitement in his eyes. His chest rose and fell a little faster as he watched me settle between his thick thighs. He gave me a shy smile that did not quite hide how turned on he already was.
I looked up at him, holding his gaze for a moment, then reached out with both hands and gently wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. It felt heavy and warm in my grip. I gave it one slow stroke from base to head.
Brody opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but no words came out. His eyes stayed locked on mine.
Then I remembered the first item on his list. “Getting a no hands blowjob”
I pulled my hands away immediately. “Sorry,” I said with a small smile. “No hands, right?”
Brody nodded quickly, swallowing hard.
I leaned in slowly, keeping my eyes on his face the entire time. My mouth hovered close to the big, flushed head of his cock. I parted my lips and gave the tip a slow, gentle lick. The taste was slightly salty, warm skin mixed with the faint musk of a man who had been thinking about this all day.
Brody’s breath hitched.
I licked again, slower this time, circling the wide head with my tongue while looking straight up at him. His soft cock twitched in response and started to harden a little more with every slow pass of my tongue.
Brody relaxed into the couch a bit more, his heavy thighs spreading wider.
“Keep going,” he breathed, voice low and rough.
I smiled up at him, then opened my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. I went past the tip, letting my lips stretch around his thickness. His breathing grew heavier, deep and unsteady.
I pulled off slowly, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, then went back down, taking a little more this time. I repeated the motion, each time taking his cock a bit deeper, working him with my mouth while never breaking eye contact.
When I tried to take him almost all the way in, I struggled. My hands instinctively started to reach up to grab the base for support.
Brody gently pushed my hands away. “No… no hands,” he said, voice tight with arousal.
I pulled off with a wet sound and smiled up at him, breathing a little hard. “Fuck, this is difficult without holding it… but I like a challenge.”
His cock had hardened fully now, thick and heavy, standing proud between his legs. The veins stood out more clearly and the head glistened with my spit.
I went back down, taking him as deep as I could. When I finally pulled off again, long shiny strings of spit coated his fully hard cock.
I looked up into Brody’s eyes and said softly, “There. You are hard in no time.”
Brody let out a shaky laugh, his chest heaving. “Shit man… that’s… fuck, that’s hot.”
I smiled up at him, eyes still locked on his, then leaned forward again. I took his thick cock back into my mouth, sliding down slowly until the head pressed against my tongue. I started moving up and down in steady, wet strokes, taking him a little deeper each time. The weight of his eight-inch cock filled my mouth completely. It was heavy, warm, and so thick my lips stretched wide around the shaft.
Brody moaned deeply, the sound rumbling from his chest. His heavy thighs twitched on either side of me. “Fuck… that feels so good,” he whispered, voice rough and broken.
I kept sucking, head bobbing slowly, saliva coating his length. Every time I tried to take him deeper, my hands instinctively reached up. One hand landed on his thick thigh, the other moved toward the base of his cock, wanting to grip and support myself.
Brody gently pushed my hands away. “No hands, buddy,” he said, breathing hard. “Keep them behind your back.”
I nodded with his cock still in my mouth, then obediently moved both hands behind me, clasping them together. It was difficult. His size made it hard to balance. Every few strokes my hands would twitch, wanting to come forward again to steady his thick shaft.
I sucked harder, head bobbing faster, trying to take more of him. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. Brody’s hips twitched upward slightly, chasing the heat of my mouth. “No one has ever taken this much,” he groaned, eyes fixed down on me, watching every movement.
Relief and pleasure were mixing across his face, but nervousness still lingered in the way his hands gripped the edge of the couch. He kept looking down, completely focused on the sight of me working his cock.
I pushed myself further, trying to deepthroat him again. My throat tightened and I gagged softly. Before I could suck him harder, Brody’s cock slipped out of my mouth completely. Out of pure habit my hand shot up to guide it back between my lips.
I caught myself immediately and pulled my hand back, laughing again. “Fuck..Sorry. Habit.”
Brody was breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly. His thick cock glistened with my spit, rock hard and throbbing in front of my face. He looked down at me for a long moment, eyes dark with lust and something more.
“What if…” he started, voice rough, “what if we try something?”
I sat back on my heels, curious, and looked up at his face.
Brody swallowed hard. “I saw something in a porn video once… What do you think about tying up your hands?”
Brody’s first proper blowjob had already left him breathing hard and fully hard, but we had only just scratched the surface of his fantasy. With his suggestion hanging in the air, I could already see him adding new items, updating his bucket list in his head. And I was more than ready to help him explore every single one.
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