No, leave them alone

The music Aaron had put on dipped into a kind of beeping drone, the same baritone man sounder more and more melancholy. It almost killed the vibe, but it was easy enough to tune out. Besides, there were far more exciting things happening in front of me.

Aaron slithered down my body, kissing every inch of my body. Soon he was on his knees on the floor, my rock-hard cock in front of his face. He kissed the shaft, then looked at it like he was trying to remember where he'd seen it before. He looked up at me with a devilish little smile before kissing around my groin - just above my cock, on the edge of either thigh, the very base of the shaft. I groaned "You're teasing me right now?"

"Mmhmm," he replied. "You just stay there."

I let out a little whine as Aaron started to stroke my body gently; it was almost ticklish, but mostly it was just hot. He stroked my dick once in passing, almost as though by accident. I jumped like a static shock had passed through me, and he gave an uncharacteristic giggle. I'd always thought of Aaron as quite stoic - certainly not the type to giggle. It turns out all it took was a little denial kink.

"C'mon," I said, injecting just a little pleading tone in my voice. "Suck my dick, if you're gonna suck it." Phrasing it as a challenge seemed to do the trick. Suddenly he bent right the way over and took my entire shaft in his mouth. I don't want to brag, but that's not an easy thing to do first time. Still, he held his head down, breathing carefully through his nose where he could and swirling his tongue around my cock. The suddenness of the move took my own breath away, and I spread my legs slightly to let him in. He started bobbing up and down, a hand loosely pumping the base of my shaft and another cupping my balls.

"Fuck," I moaned, elongating the sound. It was partly instinctual, but partly I could see in Aaron's eyes - his gorgeous, sparkling, I'm-sucking-your-cock eyes - needing some kind of approval. I placed my right hand on the back of his head, and gently helped him along as he kept bobbing up and down. A brief pause, as he lifted his head up, and licked right around my head. It occurred to me that I hadn't yet showered, and my cock couldn't have been at its cleanest, but Aaron seemed to neither notice nor mind. Besides, it was getting a thorough cleaning now.

Before diving back onto my dick, he briefly muttered, more to himself than me, "Fuck, your cock is so gorgeous." I just smiled and pushed his head back down. As he continued bringing me closer to the edge, I reflected on what he had said. People have been complimenting my dick ever since it had been in use (Harry West, Year 10, in the school bathrooms) and I've never really known what to say in response. I know, what a struggle is my life, right? Still, I never got bored of hearing it exactly, and Aaron really did seem like he was enjoying himself. I relaxed and let my mind wander away from insecurities. A hot boy was going to make me cum, and pretty much nothing else matters.

But as I felt myself get close to the edge, a thought occurred to me. I could cum in Aaron's throat, and watching him swallow my seed, or I could hold off. After all, there was a whole day still to come, and I didn't want to be spent in case Thomas or Max wanted me - or us, or each other - too. But it was so tempting to release my load now, especially with such a warm and skilled mouth servicing me.