Chapter 13

John found a way to not go with them. He said he needed to talk to me and he’d catch up later. His mom, who was one of those free-spirited types into open love, didn’t even bat an eye. In the end, the house was ours again.

I threw myself onto the bed with him, and we spent the whole morning cuddling, watching TV, listening to music, him playing with my hair while I was totally lazy. And, of course, John started unloading his new conspiracy theories he’d found online. This time, he was dead set on writing a book with his own. I wasn’t super into that crazy stuff, but I loved hearing him talk all excited.

“I need a hobby too, I just study all the time.”

“It’d be cool, you could help me with mine…”

“Oh, but it’d be even cooler if we did something we both like!”

He turned his head slowly toward me, furrowing his brow.

“Vee, are you telling me straight up that you don’t like my stuff?”

“No, wait… yeah? I don’t know, I like listening to you talk, but I’m not sure I wanna do that.”

He looked at me all suspicious, like he was trying to decide if he should be offended or not.

“So what could we do together that we both like?”

“Fuck? That’s all we do.”

I laughed, and he shook his head laughing too. It was true.

It seemed like when he heard the word fuck, he immediately reached down to scratch. Impressive how guys scratch themselves all the time. He pinched something in the bulge inside his shorts and gave it a quick tug, like he was pulling something off his skin. It looked painful the way he did it.

“Ow, John, doesn’t that hurt?”

“What?”

Without warning, I slipped my hand inside his shorts and pulled out his soft cock.

“You pinched it and yanked it over your shorts.”

“It doesn’t hurt, just adjusting.”

“Does it hurt like this?”

I squeezed the skin at the tip and gave it a light pinch, pulling slowly. My God, how that skin stretched! I was amazed.

“No… actually, it feels pretty good!”

“Pretty good, you perv?”

“Yeah, it’s relaxing.”

And I stayed there, playing with his cock while it was still soft. I’d always found a guy’s dick fascinating. John’s was pretty big when it was hard, but soft, it looked small, kinda wrinkled, just the thickness that stayed. The skin was warm and thicker to the touch. I liked kissing the little skin at the tip, sticking my tongue in like I was kissing a mouth. There was a bit of wetness there, and it gave me this nice tingle in my mouth.

“It looks like a party balloon, wanna see?”

I put the tip in my mouth and blew, watching it inflate inside.

“Stop, girl! That’s weird as hell!”

“Does it feel good?”

“No, it’s weird! Stop!”

“Sorry!”

I was laughing at the prank I’d pulled, while my eyes drifted down to the hair around his cock. I ran my hand over it and started examining his balls, pulling the hairs between my fingers.

“You gotta shave this, dude.”

“Oh, come on! You girls are the ones who like suffering.”

“Come on, John, do it like me. I just trim with the clippers. Wax, only down below, so I don’t end up with a hairy ass.”

“Is it really that bad? You think it’s just low?”

“Yeah! It’ll look way better. I like hair, but this is too much, babe.”

He looked at me suspicious, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re gonna start calling me ‘babe’ now to convince me to do whatever you want, huh?”

“Yeah, babe!” I replied, playing along.

From messing with it so much, I started feeling his cock wanting to get hard. It gave these little twitches, and I could feel it getting bigger in my hand, like it was pumping blood on purpose, slowly.

“Can you control it to get hard when you want?”

“Sort of. I squeeze like this—” he made a contracting motion, and his cock gave a little jerk on its own—“and it gets hard.”

“If I do that move, my ass winks,” I said, laughing.

He laughed along, shaking his head.

“Let me see if your ass winks…”

I reached over, spreading his ass cheeks, but John buried himself into the bed right away, not letting me get access.

“Let me see your ass, John. You’ve seen mine, licked it and even fucked it…”

“Don’t start.”

“Let me!”

“No, dude… Quit being annoying!”

“Can I put my finger in?”

“Inside? No. You’ve already touched it.”

“You don’t wanna try a little lick?”

He turned his head to face me, suspicious.

“Why’d you get fixated on my ass all of a sudden?”

“Baaaabe!!!”

“Stop saying ‘babe,’ I don’t love you anymore. There.”

I was just teasing him. Twice I’d touched him there and he went wild, even let out some moans. I knew he liked it, he was just playing coy. John was a quiet guy, but his body gave him away. I wanted to understand what he felt, and with every touch, I was more sure he wanted it as much as I did.

“Let’s do a test to see if you’re gay,” I said, holding back a laugh. “I’m gonna lick your ass, if your cock gets hard, you’re gay. Deal?”

He burst out laughing at my proposal.

“Let me build up some courage and I’ll let you one day, okay?”

But if it was now, he’d already failed the test, because just talking about it, the thing had doubled in size. He was there, half-hard, and I started sucking.

“Like this, it all fits in my mouth, see,” I said, showing how easy it was when he wasn’t fully hard yet.

He tried to respond, but made a face like pain mixed with pleasure.

“But like this it’s soft, I wanna see it hard.”

“Is it better when you take it all in your mouth?”

“Actually, it doesn’t make much difference, it’s just really exciting.”

“That’s from the porn you guys watch.”

“I don’t even watch porn.”

And he really didn’t. We’d talked about it before. I’d even checked his history once when he left his laptop at my place, and there was barely anything. Mostly just the videos I’d sent him myself. I wasn’t into porn, but there were some couple videos I loved.

“Take off your shorts and underwear,” I ordered.

And he obeyed.

“On the balls, you like that?”

I ran my whole tongue over them and heard him hiss.

“Looks like you do,” I said, satisfied!

“It feels good when you drag your hard tongue there.”

I stayed there, holding his cock up, nibbling lightly and licking his pink sack. It’d be better without so much hair.

“Fuck, dude, you gotta clear out this jungle here.”

“I already said I’d do it,” he said, annoyed with me.

“Wanna cum?”

“Yeah,” he answered softly.

“I’m just not swallowing today, okay?”

“Why?”

“I’m queasy.”

I held his balls now with a firm grip. Things got serious. I squeezed that whole package and scratched with my nails in a pulling motion, and he rolled his eyes every time I did it. On his cock, my mouth played, going up and down, drooling all over and letting it grow to full size. No matter how I tried, it was impossible to take it all in my mouth. I wanted to look up some videos online later to learn how to do it right.

My technique was simple. I sucked and held it in my mouth, making pressure, and bobbed my head up and down. When I just licked without sucking, he didn’t seem to like it much, but he smiled at me. Looking up at him while I sucked made him super horny, impressive.

I was dying to stick my finger in his hole, you have no idea. But I ended up dropping the idea.

Hearing him moan gave me so much motivation. I loved when he squirmed or thrust involuntarily into my mouth, at least I think it was. And it didn’t take long for that telltale clench and a dry sound to escape his mouth.

“Ugh!”

He was gonna cum. I squeezed the base and gave him a quick handjob.

“Let it go, babe…”

And I put my mouth back, sucking hard. I laughed as the jets filled my whole mouth, hot and almost tasteless. His pleasure in the form of moans gave me this stupid urge to laugh. I waited for him to finish and took my mouth off, holding all the cum inside, controlling myself not to spit it all out in the middle of a laugh.

I looked side to side. I got an idea.

I climbed on top of him slowly. He looked at me confused.

I gave him a kiss on the mouth and, the moment he opened to take my tongue, I dumped it all inside.

“Now swallow! Swallooow!” I said, holding his face with both hands while he thrashed around laughing and trying to escape.

“Fuck, Virginia!!!” he tried to protest, but it was too late.

I held his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow, while we both died laughing.

“Cumming in someone else’s mouth feels good, huh? Now you know how I feel.”

He swallowed, making a ridiculous face, and started complaining like crazy, but deep down, you could tell he was having fun.