We sat on the couch. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was thick. Something had been hanging between us ever since he made me cum. His hand. My moans. His gaze when he saw me explode.
Jon looked at me suddenly. As if he had been gathering himself for a long time.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked quietly.
“Sure.”
"Can you tell me how to give a blowjob?"
I froze.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
“Yeah. I've never done it before.”
He paused. He looked me straight in the eyes, slightly nervous.
“I'd like to know,” he added.
I smiled.
“Okay. Technical lesson?”
He nodded.
I turned slightly toward him.
“First... your tongue. Start at the tip. Don't lick it like a lollipop, just slowly, as if you were tasting it. Then suck. All of it, as deep as you can.”
Jon swallowed.
“And then?”
“Head up and down. Slowly, then faster. As if you were feeling the rhythm. How it moves, how it twitches. Use your tongue underneath, near the vein. And... grab his balls. Gently. You can massage them or squeeze them gently.”
Jon's face was red. But he listened, very curious.
“And when he... comes?”
“If you want to bring him to the end... it's best not to stop. Push him even deeper. Feel him pulsing. Then he explodes. Either you let him come on your face or you swallow.”
Jon was silent for a long moment.
“Sounds like... art.”
“A little. But if you do it right... he'll never forget it for the rest of his life.”
His eyes were darker. He didn't look away.
“I'd like to... try it on you, if you'll let me.”
It got quiet.
I looked at him. My breathing quickened.
“Are you... sure?” I asked.
Jon nodded.
“You said practice makes perfect, right?”
I smiled slightly.
“I didn't think you'd take it so literally.”
“Well,” he replied with a slightly nervous laugh, “now I can't stop thinking about it.”
“About my dick in your mouth?”
“For example.”
I didn't need to ask any more questions. My dick was already rock hard.
“Okay,” I said quietly. “If you want it, I want it too.”
I stood up and slowly pulled down my boxers. My erection bounced off my stomach. Jon stared at it for a moment.
“It's big,” he muttered.
“You can do it,” I whispered with a smile.
I sat back down. I spread my thighs. I leaned back comfortably. Jon knelt between my legs. His eyes were focused, as if he really wanted to learn something important.
“First... your tongue,” I reminded him. And he slowly leaned forward.
I felt his warm breath on my cock. I held my breath, and then... his tongue touched my tip. One slow lick. As if he was testing the taste. Then another. Finally, he opened his mouth and wrapped it around me. Slowly. Deeply.
“Oh, fuck...” I gasped, clenching my hands on the couch.
He sucked carefully. Evenly. His head began to move, uncertainly, but with increasing rhythm. I could feel his tongue working underneath. Trying everything I had taught him earlier.
“Yes, Jon... just like that...” I whispered with my eyes closed. “You're doing great...”
His hands rested on my thighs, stabilizing himself. He took me deeper and deeper into his mouth. At times he had the urge to pull away, but he didn't stop. My hips rose on their own. I wanted more. Deeper.
And I knew that in a moment I would go crazy.
“Not too fast?” he muttered softly, looking up when he pulled away for a moment, his lips wet, his breath heavy.
“No,” I replied immediately. “Keep going. You're damn good.”
Jon smiled. Just one corner of his mouth. And then he went back to sucking. Deeper. More confidently. As if he had just received confirmation that he was doing it right.
I moaned when I felt his tongue circling my glans.
“Yes... right there...”
He started working his head in a perfect rhythm, pulling me in and out of his mouth slowly, with a slight smacking sound, and each time his tongue slid over the underside of my cock.
I was rock hard. I was throbbing in his mouth.
With one hand, he reached under my cock and carefully grabbed my balls.
“Gently,” I whispered.
He did it right. He massaged them slowly while sucking me deeper and deeper.
“Jon...” I moaned. “Don't stop.”
I felt like I was about to come. I wanted to explode in his throat. But I didn't want him to pull away. Not now.
He leaned in closer. I felt his lips get even warmer. Wetter. As if with every second he wanted me deeper.
My breathing became shallow. My hips rose involuntarily. I moaned briefly, brokenly, my thighs began to shake.
And then I told him what had been on my mind for several minutes.
“Not yet. Don't go away.”
He paused for a moment, looking at me, his lips still on my cock.
“Now you're going to feel... something spilling into your mouth.”
Jon didn't pull back. He looked me straight in the eyes and then slid in even deeper, as if he wanted me to explode in his throat right then and there. My cock disappeared between his lips, hot, wet, clenched just right.
“Oh fuck...” I gasped, choking on my own moan. “Jon... I'm... I'm gonna come...”
He only responded with a look. And he didn't stop. He moved his head smoothly, rhythmically with my twitching hips. He held my balls with one hand and rested the other on my thigh, pressing lightly, as if he knew I was about to lose control.
And then it happened.
With tension in my stomach and a strong jerk of my hips, I felt the sperm flowing out of me in waves. Thick, hot, shooting straight into his throat.
Jon didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull back. He took it all. One… two… three shots. He sucked me through it, until my cock started throbbing from pain, from oversensitivity, from overload. And he still… didn’t let go.
Only after a moment, when my body went slack and my breathing was nothing but a series of shallow sighs, did Jon pull back. He swallowed. And looked at me with a strange glint in his eyes.
“Was... was that good?” he asked quietly.
“That was the best blowjob of my life,” I replied without hesitation, in a whisper.
But I knew one thing:
This wasn't learning anymore.
It was something more.
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