"I'll see you tomorrow, Len." Miguel, my 18-year-old co-worker waves me bye. "Bye, Miguel." I sigh, wiping grease from my hands on my apron. Work wasn't hard, but it wasn't really something anyone would enjoy. Cleaning grease traps wasn't a bad job, i mean 8 hours of cleaning with additional breaks, long hours a week in return for a nice 30 dollars at the end of each shift. By the end of the semester, if i save right I'll be residing happily in a dorm i know i paid for fully without any student loans up my ass because for some reason college isn't free.
Walking home usually took a casual ten minutes, but if i run it'll take at least eight. So obviously I took an exhausted jog, out of breath and tired from working my hands into a practically broken state with just a scoop and bucket, along with the few moments on one knee. Maybe the jogging will help knock off a minute and a half.
Once slipping my way back into campus at probably two or three in the morning I made my way to my dorm. Barely able to keep my eyelids open i make my way into the small dorms interior. My dormmate does not usually stay up anytime around the morning so i didn't really expect the golden light of my table lamp to be on so late. I let her borrow my room for studying, my wall wasn't close to two horny banging co-eds, she figured she'd be better in a quiet space to think while she studied her nights away. She was pretty smart already, don't see why she would need to stress herself with countless hours of studying.
"Ella," I say softly, dropping my bag on the couch next to me. I slide off both my vans, leaving my socks on. I continue into the small diminutive kitchen space filled with tiny appliances, a toaster, microwave, and a rice cooker because for some reason we'd want rice in a dorm room. Our shelves were almost always filled with ramen and a few easy to cook things. I go for my day old half-eaten sub. Yum, a vision of poverty. "Ella, Are you in there?" I call out again. I take a bite of the sub before taking out a beer and popping it open. "Lenny," I turn my head with quickness at the familiar yet unexpected voice.
"How the hell did you get in my dorm?" I ask, nearly yelling. He so rudely ignores my question and moves in closer. "I miss it," What the hell was he talking about, missing what? "That wasn't my question, Payton. You know that." "..What we had, in middle school." I rub my eye, resting against the counter. "We didn't have anything too serious, and I know it was shit and short. But it meant something.." He says it carefully. It seems almost like he gives a fuck. "I don't understand what it is you want, Payton."
"I want you to kiss me." In my mind i was confused, but couldn't and wouldn't show that confused mindset. "Why, Payton? Do you just consider this thing between us unfinished or.. what the hells the case?" He takes a few steps closer, he makes it look like it hurts to come close to me, like my barrier was made of fire. He nervously fidgets with his hands. "Stop where you are." I take a swig of my beer before crossing my arms. The taste almost sewer like.
"Please, let me kiss you, Lenny." Jeez, will he ever stop? Because its confusing the fuck out of me. I'm not sure I don't like him in that way. "Please." Payton says again, a bit more of a whine in his tone. I take another swig of my beer before stepping closer to him. I was gonna do this, i really was. Without another word of doubt, I lean in and he follows along, pressing his lips against mine, in the heat of the moment I slip my tongue in-between his lips, he follows that too, we continued tonguing each other for a few seconds before pulling away. Was that way too much? His expression is almost shocked, a mixture of surprise and delectation. "You'd better leave, schools in a few hours." He inhales nasally yet softly as if he's preparing to say something.
"I have another question, its kind of big," I let out a sigh, "How big." He rubs his neck. "Pretty big." How big could it be? An 'i love you confession'? I walk past Payton, sitting on my mattress. "What is it then," "Fuck me, Len." What? "I want to have sex with you." I think he's out of his mind, he has to be super out of it, crazy if you will. "Please tell me you want to too," He says silently. He sounds so different when his bitching friends aren't directly behind me, pressuring each response like they were puppeteers and he was some puppet. He's less of a prick now, almost like he's recognized it by now, how rude and inconsiderate he used to be. What changed?
Maybe I could get off by him, a good fuck before bed? But with a guy? This guy? Sounds promising but I'm not willing to do something like that with him until i trusted he wouldn't tell. But was this even rational, depriving the desperate douche a night with the person he 'likes' so much? Could this get any harder to contemplate? "I'd understand if you don't want to, it's something really weird to request." He approaches me surely.
Judging by his expression it seems like he's already read mine. I'm not sure what face I'm making but i promise its not an approving one. Well, then again I could make him blow me, that would be impressionable, to make him put my cock in his mouth, It'd seal the situation, that this all wasn't a joke. I could also benefit. "Can you blow me?" I whisper. He looks a bit confused, why, I don't know. "Yeah, I guess, I don't know how, but yes." He says it reluctantly, like inserting my penis into him was not his first suggestion. "I-I'll close the door." He stammers before going to close the door.
"Well?" I say to the nervous man standing their idly. He approaches me, I think I'm gonna grow old at how slowly he took his steps. "How do I start?" He asks nervously. "Start by taking off my jeans and we'll go from there." Without another word he drops to his knees, Unfastening my belt with both of his hands. I lean back, grabbing my beer and watching him closely. I continue taking swigs of alcohol until my pants and briefs are around my ankles. My cock wasn't the biggest but as hard as i was now it was still quite lengthy, 7 inches, eight give or take. "Go on," Hesitantly he wraps his fingers around my shaft delicately. "What now?" He asks. "Kiss it." He kisses it softly, starting at the head and making his way down. I let out a small gasp, Running his tongue up my shaft and continues from there, swirling his tongue on the head, the feeling like no other. Extremely pleasureful almost like he knew what he was doing with his tongue, besides the few times his teeth grazed my penis.
I moan out softly, feeling his tongue against my shaft as he sucked me into his mouth. "Have you done this before?" I groan, leaning on my back, presenting him full access to my cock. He pulls back, very well acknowledging the pain of being deprived of pleasure. "No, never." He admits nearly out of breath. Keeping his gaze locked into mine. "Keep going, I don't want you to stop." His face lights up almost golden. "Okay," He presses his lips softly against my tip, sucking me back inside his mouth. I never wanted him to ever take his hands or mouth away from cock. Even if he was moving way too slow, and it was killing me.
I rest my hand on his head my fingers resting in his head of hair, pushing me deeper into his throat. "Fuck.." I groan softly as his throat tightens around my cock the deeper i go. "That feels amazing," I feel my body tense up. He continues to engulf me, it becoming better and better as he goes along. Was I pent up? "Fuck.. I'm almost there.." I continue to pound his throat, he moans the further i push his head down. Why was he so good at handling cock in his throat? It's like he was used to it, though he said he's never done it before. Why was I thinking so much on this?
I continue bucking my hips and pumping his throat full of cock. It was settled he had the best mouth in the universe. I mean, time stopped the moment his fingers wrapped around my shaft. A few extra minutes pass by of my dick being manipulated orally before I'd eventually tense up, grab the sheets, and spurt my seed into his throat. The feeling fading away once I've gone soft.
I let out a sigh of relief, the feeling of emptying my nut into him both immaculate and delicious. His face after is configured into hesitation as he held the remainder of my seed that didn't flow down his esophagus in his mouth. "Swallow it," I demand with a soft tone. He nods his head then swallows, a look of contentment on his face. My eyes flicker down to my soft yet lathered cock. "Clean me off," He nods surely, going down to lick me clean. I just lay back and enjoy the pleasure. "Fuck that's good," After finishing licking me he arose to his feet. "Did i do good?" He fiddles with his hand. I look him up and down, before hesitantly responding. "Better than I expected,"
He smiles, proud of what he's done. I rise to pull up my jeans, "The best?" He sounds sure of his question. "Around it, maybe." He has a small laugh, a happy one. "You should come back again, maybe suck me off while I'm studying next time, douche." "Anytime, asshole." I snicker, almost impressed he restrained himself from lashing out on me for calling him that. "I better get to bed." I say turning to face my bed and taking a seat. "Thanks for the blowjob," I give him a side smirk before flopping on my bed. "Night." He whispers. But I don't reply. Did I just let Payton suck me off? What the fuck has this night turned into? Well i can't really complain all too much, it felt amazing. He could come to hefty usage.
