Suck His Cock

Henry glances around for a moment, before turning his attention back to me. “Follow me.”

He pulls his arms back from my waist and takes my hand, not waiting for a response before starting to lead me somewhere. I follolw him without question, holding to the fact that I genuinely want to thank him. Besides, depending on where this goes, he’s a pretty attractive guy, and I wouldn’t mind doing something for him, no matter the reason.

We stop behind the school building, when Henry backs himself against the wall and positions me in front of him. I feel confused for a moment, before the likely reality of what he’s doing hits me- I’ve seen older friends in this situation before. He wants me to blow him. Before saying anything, Henry puts his hand on my cheek and under my chin and guides my head up to **** me to make eye contact with him.

Regardless of the size difference and how unusual and almost threatening this whole thing is, I don’t feel unsafe or even nervous. I’ve seen practically this same situation play out completely fine between my friends and guys far more intimidating than Superman.

Out of habit, I put my hand on his, holding his hand tight against me. A sly smile spreads across his lips at my show of submission, and I feel his thumb stroking lines across my cheek. The feeling of his skin on mine sends chills down my spine. After a moment of us standing like this, Henry speaks up again, conforming my suspicions.

“Could you get on your knees for me?” I don’t respond, as a strange, unsettled feeling starts growing in my chest. Even though I was suspecting this and he’s definitely the kind of guy I would blow without hesitation, but a few things about this whole thing feel off to me.

Even without him acting so jittery earlier and going to “suck my cock” without any hesitation, he is like twenty years older than me. He could reasonably be my father and he wants me to blow him. He could reasonably be my father and I want to blow him. Neither of our reactions make me very comfortable and, for once, that just might stop me.

I stare at him for a moment, trying to get my bearings. My eyes trace across his features, his almost jarringly blue eyes, square jawline, and strong cheekbones especially catching my attention. I can’t help but feel drawn to doing what he wants me to. After all, he is incredibly attractive and, really, there’s nothing wrong with a little consensual fun between two adults, right?

After a moment, Henry moves his hand down to my shoulder and nearly repeats himself. “Come on, down on your knees.”

This time, I do what he says, sinking to my kness without any hesitation. Without any more prompting from Henry, I unbutton and zip his jeans, before pulling them down to arond his knees. For a moment, I just pause and look at the bulge in his underwear. It seems a hell of a lot bigger now than it had in his jeans and I can’t help but feel nervous at the thought of actually putting that thing inside of me.

After a moment, I grab onto the sides of Henry’s underwear and pull it down. His cock is far bigger than the size of the bulge in either his jeans or boxers would’ve let on, even by the most generous guesses. My eyes go wide, as I try to figure out how the hell I’m going to get all of him inside my mouth and down my throat.

Regardless of my anxiety, I let my instincts take over and take his cock in my hand. I look up at Henry, his light blue eyes looking back down at me, the corners turned up with his smile. He puts his hand on the back of my head and runs his fingers through my hair. As I stroke, I listen to his voice, gently moaning in rhythm with my movements. My chest still feels tight at the thought of putting his cock in my mouth and I decide to get the whole thing over with quicker, skipping over any of the lead in stuff you would see in porn.

Trying to shove down the anxiety growing inside me, I finally give in and wrap my lips around his cock. I don’t take in too much at first, pacing myself and not getting much more of his manhood than just the head in my mouth at once. As soon as I do, I taste something sticky and salty in my mouth. Precum.

“Ah, that’s good. Fuck me, a-” Henry doesn’t finish his sentence and his voice just turns into rhythmic moans and groans, louder than earlier, but still quiet enough that he clearly doesn’t want anyone to find the two of us.

After a moment, I start taking more and more of his cock into my mouth, quickly getting down half his shaft. Before I get the chance to work up to any more, I feel Henry stop running his fingers through my hair and, instead, gripping the back of my head. Without any warning, he pushes me further down on his dick, sending it down my throat. I fight back the urge to gag, more because of the surprise than anything.

Following his lead, I **** myself to get the rest of his cock down my throat. I pause for a moment, trying to let the sensation start to feel normal, before pulling back half way. I push him back down my throat again, repeating the back and fourth motion, the feeling and pressure of Henry’s hand on the back of my head encouraging me.

My movements grow faster, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat over and over again. I feel Henry’s grip getting tighter on my head and his hips starting to move in rhythm with me. His groaning gets louder and I feel his dick twitching in my mouth.

After a few seconds, Henry grabs me by my jaw and pulls me off of his cock. I look up at him in surprise and he tells me to stick my tongue out. Without a second thought, I do what he asked, his hand still firmly on my jaw. Not long after, he groans one last time and I feel warm, sticky ropes of cum shoot across my face and tongue.

When he finishes, I pull my tongue back into my mouth and swallow all the cum in my mouth, the salty taste lingering all the way down my throat. Henry releases his grip on me and I stand up, cum still covering most of my face.

“God, you look good,” I hear him mutter to himself.

“I- Thank you. Hey, I gotta go if I don’t wanna be late to class.”

“Are you sure?” I cock my head and raise one of his eyebrows, when he continues. “I mean, you can go to school and we’ll see what happens when you get out, or you come with me right now and let me fuck you in my car.”