Hiding In The Dark

It was so quiet down here. So very quiet and almost dark but still I could see. I could see more than enough.

In front of me Jake stood tall and strong, an immovable object while I had intentions to make him move. To make him twitch and jump. To make him...

God... I was gonna suck his cock. My second blowjob in nearly as many hours and when you added to that the fun that I'd had with Rachel in the bathroom I was having quite a day already and I didn't even think that it was noon yet.

This was shaping up to be a very eventful second day.

Smiling to myself and shifting forward I teased my hands onto his legs. I wanted to take my time with Jake, to give him a little more hit of anticipation before I moved in. That was the full intention of it but frankly he wasn't the only one aching for things.

I needed to give just as bad as he needed to receive.

So my hands quickly found the waistband of him and tugged down, pulling fast until his boxers came into view and they were tight, boxer briefs, with a sizable bulge that I swear to god fucking twitched right there before my eyes.

And my mouth started drooling automatically.

There were a thousand and one different moves from here and I swear I wish I could say that I was shy or uncertain or anything like that but the truth was instinct just took over once again and I pressed my hands into the tops of his thighs, curling my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, while I slid forward and pressed my face against his bulge.

Not licking. Not sucking. Not sliding his boxers down and letting him bounce out free.

No I just nuzzled against him. Just pressed my face against his bulge and half-moaned as I felt him throbbing against my cheek. I breathed in deep through my nose, savoring the scent of him, and I bit my bottom lip as I moved my face against him and felt the heat of him pulse into my skin and set a burning desire of my own.

Moaning I kept on pressing. I kept on moving and my hands released their hold on the waistband of his shorts as they moved closer to the middle and held fast on either side of his bulge. Turning I pressed my lips against the fabric of his shorts. Pushing in and kissing again and again and feeling him rising through it.

Feeling him so barely contained.

Jake was a big man, tall and broad. Jake was a thick man, corded with heavy muscle. Jake was an imposing man, almost intimidating from the sheer scope of him.

And my time pressing against his boxers and feeling him twitch and respond to me showed me that every single inch of him was just as gifted as the last. Because Jake was big. Jake was so fucking big and I knew it.

Big enough to almost scare me and certainly big enough to make me wonder how in the hell I would ever manage him. Hard enough and thick enough to make me think that maybe there was some mistake here, that maybe it was just a trick of the light and the play of the fabric because there was no way he could be that fucking big.

There was no way...

Was there?

My hands moved up and suddenly they curled into the waistband of his boxers and I tugged them down with one fluid movement. I felt the hard firmness of his thighs against my fingers as I pulled down and then all thought went out of my head as he tumbled forth.

As he rose before me.

As I took in the fullness of him for the very first time.

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