Blow Me in the Diner
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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Jerry plonked his sore ass on the stool, watching as Scott knelt down towards him. His mind was on fire with the anticipation of Scott's expert technique with his mouth. The walls, the furniture in that dingy little apartment all seemed to melt away as Jerry's world melded itself together, leaving only the two entities that ever really mattered: Scott and himself.
The steady beat of his heart picked up the pace, sending more blood down to his erect member, making it throb. This was the moment Jerry had been waiting for since he woke up that morning, and now Scott was going to blow him!
"Jerry…"
What place was there for words now? Jerry wanted passion! He relished in the endorphins that triggered in his brain when he was in love and Scott was getting dangerously close to setting them off.
"Yes Scott?" Jerry asked as he held his breath, his mind wildly fantasizing how Scott's mouth would feel like on his rod.
"If Einstein masturbates, is it called a 'stroke of genius'?"
Hmmm, Jerry considered Scott's philosophical query with mock seriousness, but ended up with only one conclusion.
"I don't know about Einstein, but you Scott, are a genius at stroking me."
Watching Scott smile, revealing his pearly whites, Jerry could feel himself melting onto the floor. If only Scott could smile that way forever…, Jerry thought wistfully as a warm hand held onto his cock in a light grip, gently pulling his foreskin back.
"Unnhh… Scott…" Jerry moaned before he could stop himself.
He simply could not help it, Scott was really a genius at stroking. His member firmly in Scott's warm grip, he shuddered as Scott jerked it back and forth, basking in the delicious friction created just to pleasure him.
Scott knew exactly how to hold a dick like Jerry's, how much pressure to apply to his grip, the speed and pace of his jerks. Jerry quivered when it felt good and moaned when it felt even better, making sure Scott could guide him along the path to climax well. Scott however, had other ideas. Jerking Jerry slowly when he expected at a faster pace, releasing his grip to take care of his balls, Jerry grew slightly annoyed with all of Scott teasing.
The frustration easily shone on Jerry's face. Scott smiled again, knowing he literally had Jerry by the balls. He felt like he could love Jerry, but it was simply too much fun watching him pout from Scott's special treatment.
Alright, Scott thought, after Jerry looked like he was going to say something unfavorable, time to get serious. Jerry looked down at Scott grinning awkwardly at him, that smug bastard, thinking he has all the power, being able to control if I cum or not. He opened his mouth to speak, but at that instant, Scott opened wide and buried the entire length of Jerry into down his throat as deeply as he possibly could.
"Sco- AHHH…" Jerry cried out in vain.
It was no use, the feeling of Scott's warm, wet mouth on his dick, soaking it, searing it, was intoxicating. All his previous complaints simply faded from mind as the marvelous waves of intense pleasure surged from his dick throughout his body. Jerry threw his head back, eyes shut, mouth agape as small moans effortlessly escaped his mouth.
He was on fire, they both were. With Scott enthusiastically giving pleasure and Jerry eagerly accepting it, the room simply seemed to burn up and melt away from them.
Scott sucked fiercely and licked tenderly, first tasting sweat from the palm of his hand, he knew that he had put in much effort in Jerry's gratification. The initial satisfying sweaty taste on Jerry's dick was soon replaced by the taste of wild passion. Jerry's dick ached and throbbed with every exertion of Scott's mouth, his mind gradually drew an emptier blank than before, his preoccupations filled with how good Scott's mouth felt. He focused his mind, mentally drawing all the pleasure surging in his body into one single spot: the head of his dick. Just a gentle lick on it would have likely made Jerry explode in Scott's mouth, sending his hot, sticky seed down with every throb.
But Scott knew better than that. He had noticed the signs, the intense look of concentration on Jerry's face as he compressed his feelings of pleasure, waiting for the right time to release it all at once. He had felt the increased shivering and writhing of Jerry's body, his high body temperature. Jerry was literally an open book, his level of pleasure easily read by Scott.
Jerry closed his eyes, waiting for Scott to send him over the edge, shooting his load with every throb of his dick.
But that last bit of stimulation needed never came.
Jerry opened his eyes in confusion. Did Scott not get the hint? The sighs? Had he overestimated Scott's level of carnal ability?