The Art of Sucking Dick

Activities that follow Chapter 27

Kylen

I’ve sucked dick once. Honestly, I’m not sure it really counted. I think I touched and licked and tasted more than sucked anything. In the darkness of Hush Anonymous, I explored Arek’s body. Especially his dick, once I found the courage to do so.

But in the daylight? I’m fucking nervous. My hands tremble as I slide them along his chest and stomach. Down, down, down. My mouth remains firmly on his, using his kisses as courage.

He’s hard. I’m not in the least bit surprised. I swear, Arek is almost always hard when his clothes are off. It’s so hard to believe that it’s because of me. I’ve never thought of myself as sexually appealing. I’m mousy, horribly shy, and skittish. What’s sexy about that?

Yet, I feel desirable when I’m in Arek’s presence. He wants me. He never stops making sure I know that. It’s not just his words, either. I can see the evidence of that and feel it pressed to my hip.

Taking a deep breath, I pull my mouth from his and awkwardly shimmy my way down his body. I pretend finesse as I place kisses and lick at his skin on my way. It’s awkward. I feel even more awkward when I get to the hair just below his navel, and I hesitate to lick it.

Who wants hair between their teeth?

I squint and bring my tongue back into my mouth, but I rub my nose through the trail. His hair is dark and soft. So is the hair at the base of his dick. For just a second, I press my face to it, but then pull away because that’s weird, right? People don’t do that.

My skin burns hot when I hover my face over his dick. I’m not sure if Arek is considered big. Up close, he looks enormous. When he’s entering my body, and it burns every single time like it did the first, he feels stupidly thick. When he fucks me for ages, and it feels like a fat metal pole abusing my hole, he feels like he hits my diaphragm.

Now that I’m staring with light enough to actually see him? It’s difficult to imagine that thing inside me. He is big. Even if he’s only big to me and not compared to the rest of the world.

Arek doesn’t hurry me. I think I probably stare at his dick for many long minutes until I realize I’m doing so and hurriedly reach for him. I can wrap my hand around him, but my thumb and middle finger barely touch. I don’t have particularly large hands so I’m not sure if that’s an important observation.

The feel of him is familiar if I close my eyes. But looking at him, it’s all brand new again. There’s a thick vein going down the bottom of his cock and disappears into his banjo string. I press the pad of my finger there and rub the smooth surface. Arek’s breath catches and gives way to a moan.

I can only barely hear it as I stare, studying the way the head of his dick dips along that same spot, forming something almost like an upside-down heart. I lean forward and press my tongue there, wondering what that smooth spot feels like on my tongue.

Arek moans again, but he doesn’t move. He has complete control over his body, and he holds perfectly still. His hips don’t rise. His hands remain over his head. His legs are relaxed and spread wide for me.

I drag my tongue from that spot and move it up along the bottom of his crown and startle when I taste the precum that meets me. I haven’t made it to his slit yet. That means he pearled big enough that it dripped, and I caught it.

Bringing the taste into my mouth, I can't determine if it’s awful or if it’s tolerable. It’s a burst of briny musk. A weird texture. My hand around his base tightens briefly before I remember that I’m holding his cock upright. Like a flagpole.

When my gaze focuses, I find that I’m staring at Arek’s slit. There’s nothing particularly interesting about it. It’s not large. Not quite perfectly circular. The edges are dulled and smooth as the hole disappears into his body. I kind of want to stick my finger inside. Just to see what it feels like.

Obviously, I don’t do that. Instead, I press the tip of my tongue there and feel his slit with my tongue. My tongue is obviously too big to slide in, and it’s relatively soft and giving, so I’m not afraid of hurting him as I push my tongue hard against it.

I’m rewarded with more precum and another moan from Arek. I think I also feel his dick pulse. Or throb. As if it momentarily produced a heartbeat.

I probably spend far more time exploring his slit than feels good, but it’s fascinating. I’m not sure why it’s fascinating or why I desperately want to squish my tongue inside, but I can’t seem to move away.

It doesn’t seem to bother Arek. He continues to emit beautiful little moans, and the constant burst of precum on my tongue makes me salivate. I think I probably play with his slit for so long because of the sounds he makes.

Eventually, I slide my tongue down to trace the pronounced rim of his mushroom top. It’s so rounded and smooth. My tongue doesn’t quite go under, but I try to get it to do so. Something that I think Arek also likes.

I slide my hand up his length without meaning to, and loose skin follows. Oh! Fascinated, I slide my hand along Arek’s shaft and watch his crown play peek-a-boo with his foreskin. I hadn’t realized. But why would I? I’ve spent exactly zero time truly looking at Arek. I’m far too awkward and shy to have examined him.

With his tip completely covered and my hand gripping his cock just beneath his mushroom tip, I stick my tongue against his slit again, this time surrounded by foreskin. Arek’s moan is louder. His hips rock just a bit, and I think he likes what I’m doing.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what he wants me to do. How do I bring him pleasure? What does he like?

I don’t because I already know what he’s going to tell me. This is my show. Maybe not in those words, but he’s so mindful of not pushing me to do something. If I want to explore, then he’s going to let me explore. I’m sure there will come a time when he’s willing to guide me, but we’re not there yet.

I appreciate how attentive Arek is. I’m not sure he realizes he’s constantly putting me at ease. He does so naturally. His checking in never feels like he’s stopping the good times to make sure I’m okay. It seamlessly blends into the pleasure.

Right now, he doesn’t check in. He doesn’t need to. I can stop when I want to. If I want to. I gain confidence in my exploration, knowing this. It makes me brave, and I suddenly duck my face and bring the first couple inches of Arek’s dick into my mouth.

He inhales, and I glance up. My eyes meet his with such heat that our locked gazes feel almost tangible. Fire blazes in his eyes. His chest rises and falls with deep, heavy breaths. His hands aren’t actually relaxed under his head; they dig into the pillow, arms flexed, stomach muscles taut.

“Feels good, little kit,” he assures me with a deep, husky growl that rushes along my spine.

I groan around his cock and Arek grunts in answer, his hips rising slightly. Keeping my eyes glued to his, I bring him deeper into my mouth and watch as his usually blank expression crumbles. His eyes flutter and nostrils flare. He hisses through his teeth.

His eyes roll back when I experimentally suck on his dick. “Good,” he grunts. “Very good, kit.”

Watching him enjoy what I’m doing to him, even though I have no idea at all, I take him to different depths and suck his cock with varying pressure. I’m not sure which he likes more—deep in my throat where I nearly choke when I suck on his cock or right at the head where I can play with his slit while I suck.

I’m so caught up in trying different things, enjoying the different displays of arousal flitting across his face between his intermittent praise, that I miss his warning until he’s coming in my mouth. I jerk off him, startled, but then hurriedly put my mouth back where I was sucking so I don’t interrupt his orgasm.

For a span of three seconds, I internally panic as I struggle to remember what I’d been doing. But then he spurts into my mouth again, and I think maybe I’m still doing it right, so I go back to playing with his cock in my mouth. Sucking, sliding down, playing with his slit.

Arek stops coming and releases a heavy breath. He still doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t tell me to stop, even as his cock twitches and body jerks while I drag my tongue along his cock. I hadn’t even gotten down to his balls yet.

Reluctantly, I pick my head up and look at Arek. He looks… wrecked. A warm swell of pride fills my chest. I… did that? I did that! I made him come. I made his body shake. He’s even sweating—I can see the light glisten off his skin.

There’s no better confidence boost than that. Still… insecurity claws its way to my chest, and I bow my head as I ask, “Was that okay?”

Arek laughs. It’s deep and breathless. Scratchy. He wraps a hand tightly around my neck and hauls me up his body so he can kiss me hotly. I rub my hard cock against his, feeling how slick he is with my spit and enjoying the way I glide against him.

“So, so good, little kit. You can suck me whenever you want.”

“I was mostly just playing,” I admit, so he doesn’t think I actually know what I’m doing.

He grins. “I love your play. Especially when I’m the toy you’re playing with.”

My face turns hot. “I like to touch you.”

“Then keep touching me. Whenever you want. Touch me anywhere. Everywhere. My body is yours to enjoy, Kylen.”

I sink into his arms and press my face to his neck. This is the best feeling in the world.

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