He Get's A Visitor

I didn't have to wait for long. All I had to do was keep on stroking, keep on teasing him and keeping him near the edge, just a few moments longer with my ear turned to the world outside.

There was no real barrier between me and it. If I focused my senses onto hearing alone that much was obvious to me. I mean it was only a flimsy piece of fabric that was around me, hardly the type of coverage one would look for when one was doing something positively indecent.

At least unless you wanted to be especially naughty which, while enticing, was running kind of counter to the point here.

But the thin layer between me and exposure meant that I practically had a front row seat when I heard someone call out from above, "Jake!"

It was a man's voice, young and probably still a student if I had to guess. There were footsteps that came closer and then I heard a woman's voice of around the same age join the first.

"How's it going? Did we get any bites?"

"Uhh," Jake said above me, "A few nibbles maybe. Some options with some real potential, I think."

Someone clapped above and there was the sound of rustling on the countertop above me.

"Let me check the sign up sheet," the woman said, "Hmm, these are pretty good numbers."

"Not great though," the guy chimed in, "I mean a dozen is fine and all but you gotta imagine half of those aren't even going to show up to first practice let alone see out the season. We really need to pick it up if we want to be able to properly field a team."

The woman agreed, "True. So what's the plan, Jake? What have you been doing? You have to be proactive here, not reactive. You have to do something to entice them. That's why the team chose you."

"You're gregarious," said the guy, "Outgoing. Charming."

"So how are you turning on the charm?" the woman asked.

Jake was on the spot. He was tensing up and my hand was still moving. I heard him waffle and try to figure out a response and I smiled, knowing what I was going to do next.

I'd been holding back for a while. Catching my breath, so to speak. Staring at his cock and stroking it but not exactly going forward and sucking it.

Just buying time.

And when his non-commital noise shifted and he started to speak...

"Well I've just been trying to-" he started, but then tensed up as I pushed forward and took him hard.

Took him hard and took him deep. Took him in and pushed past everything I'd done before.

Took him down. Took him right fucking down.

Not every last inch of him, because there was no way that was happening, but far deeper than I'd managed before.

And this time as I pushed down my hand slid down to the base of him but didn't bounce back and slide back up. This time it slid down and under and started to cup and fondle his balls, squeezing and holding and playing with them as I moaned with him so deep he was pressing urgently at my throat.

"Fuck!" Jake cried above me, slamming his hand down into the counter in a fist with a hit so hard it shook the whole booth, "Jesus Christ."

I felt him tensing, twitching and barely even holding on and I almost laughed. I held my giggles.

And I held him in my mouth and started to formulate phase two of my plan.

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