Jacob wants oral thanks

"Well..." he looks sideways at you, sitting and spreading his legs to reveals a long thick bulge beneath his pants, "I wouldn't say no to an oral 'thank you'," he says with a wink.

Your mouth pops open in surprise at the request. Even though he didn't say it outright you know he means a blowjob, something which you hardly ever do with him. At least, not without the ever-present goddamned condoms! Even though you'd much rather feel his near-monstrous girth within your slippery channel the thought of your lips sliding along his warm length without the latex coating makes you nod almost happily.

Besides, he did give you a gift, so you do sort of owe him.

No sooner have you nodded than you crouch, reaching out to teasingly rub a hand up the long thick length of the bulge hidden in his jeans. The other hand undoes the button and pulls down the fly before your other hand joins it, tugging at his jeans to let the long semi-hard length pop free. You stare in rapture at the enormous appendage, thrilled by the lack of latex. God you hate condoms. They take all the sensation out of the act. Much better to go bareback, feeling the dick along every inch of your insides...

No sooner do you think this than you hear a familiar tearing sound, and your head snaps up.

"You... You're not going to that on, are you?" you whine, seeing the hated circle of a condom - extra-large, and ribbed, of course, for 'her' pleasure.

Jacob shrugs, handing it to you, giving the same tired old line he always does. "Better to be safe than sorry."

"Yeah right," you mutter, too lightly for him to hear as you grudgingly unroll the condom over his dick, "I might get pregnant from the blowjob."

A sigh escapes you as the last inch of man-meat disappears, encased like a butcher's salami and now just as palatable. Still, a promise is a promise, and he does deserve a reward for his thoughtfulness, so you let your hands teasingly drift back along his length, your tongue lightly trailing.

The taste of latex nearly makes you grimace, but you maintain an air of eagerness as you lick the cold rubbery surface across ridges until you reach the bulbous tip, tweaking the little bulge at the end like a horn for your own amusement.

"C'mon, put it in," he cajoles, a little breathlessly.

Smirking a little you oblige, letting your jaw muscles slowly become used to the enormous girth as you suck a little on the end.

Your eyes drift up, seeing him looking down at you with that look men seem to get when you start to blow them - part delight, part self-satisfaction, and a little bit of a derisiveness. You don't really mind that last bit, as it always changes. First the irritating look that even Jacob wears, then it starts to melt like wax, as if heated by your mouth as you go farther and farther down on their cock.

"Oh yeah," jacob murmers above you, his eyes sliding away, body slouching and head tilting back.

Slowly you work your way along his length, challenged by the thickness within your mouth, concentrating entirley on not nicking him while at the same time sucking and licking and at long last opening your throat to let him pump that much deeper.

Something about blow jobs have always turned you on. Maybe it's the sense of power you get over a man, maybe it's something like turning the tables on them. Or maybe it's the thought that after you've blown some guy you'll be kissing your boyfriend later with that same mouth and he'll have no idea another man's cum was on that same tongue. Whatever the reason you can't help but get a little turned on by the time Jacob starts to convulse.

His hands reach down almost instinctively, grabbing your hair tightly, pulling you toward him almost painfully, digging his cock that much deeper into your already struggling throat.

For a long time he pulses within the now-warm condom, jetting out a stream of cum while you try futilely to breath. Between the collar the the log of a dick in your throat you feel a tear spill from the effort to breath, dragging a line down your cheek before Jacob's grip relaxes.

"Oh God," he says, both of you gasping for different reasons. "You give a great blowjob."

In spite of panting for breath you grin up at him, hoping for a little satisfaction of your own soon.