Study date
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'You told some kid to ask me for help?'
'Yes. And he's your age, not some kid.'
'You could have asked me first, ya know.'
'I know, but you would have said no.'
'Exactly!'
'Look, he's a good guy. Help him out. It's one night. Like you had plans anyway.'
I growl, turning to head to my room. I maturely slam the door. I don't know what kind of fucked up relationship Rob and I share, but sometimes I can't stand it. It's like sick, father/husband/keep your enemies close shit.
Not to mention the incredible sexual tension he still denies.
Just as I lay on my bed, the doorbell rings. I check the clock, and it's just after 5. I swear to god, if that little twat is early-
'Brad, get that!'
I get off my bed, screaming at Rob. Not words, just a loud 'ARGGG' kind of thing. I walk to the door, grabbing the handle. I start to open it, when I hear Rob.
'It's just Joe, tell him I'll be out in a second.'
Oh, how I want to scream again. But, the door is already pulled open.
Joe and I stare at each other, and I finally move.
'Come in, Rob will be out in a second.'
'I heard.'
Joe walks past me, brushing my arm. I turn, eyes locking on the back of his neck.
Bringing a finger to my mouth, I absently chew on the nail.
I could just lick up that neck, burying my nose in his hair. Hands sliding around his waist-
I rip my finger from my mouth, grunting, and storm to my room.
I hear Rob yell 'later' and close my eyes hoping to sleep through the evening.
I don't, after what seems a mere second of sleep, there is a pounding on the door. Rolling to look at the clock, it reads 7:01.
We're sitting on the floor in the living room, and the kid has he book open to some page. I keep my intellectual babble flowing, when I notice him shift slightly. He changes how he is sitting, trying to act casual as he tugs on his shirt.
I lean forward slightly, squinting my eyes. He can't seriously-
Holy shit, Darren's fucking hard.
I smirk, this is too much. I have to make this worse for him. To bad he's working on cell structure. I'd love to be discussing ovaries and urethras with him.
There's a turn on.
'The thing is...' I begin, standing to walk behind him and kneeling. I lean over his shoulder, pointing in the book. 'These slides look nothing like the one's you're going to be tested on.'
I look at him, and he's looking back. I hear him swallow hard, and he smile slightly. I turn my head away, as he chuckles nervously. I scan the room, hoping to find something sharp to shove into my eye. Why won't this kid fucking talk?
Doesn't matter, I keep rambling to him while staying pressed against his back. Eyes keep darting to the bulge in his pants. I could just crawl around him, and lower his zipper.
Better yet, pull his shirt off first. Broad chest...
Strong arms...
And my bet is a nice...
'Thick cock to match...'
Oh fuck. The kid has tensed, and I'm pretty sure I just said something about thick cock out loud.
Cover, I need to cover... Think, think, oh no, stop... stop...
My lips are pressed against his neck, and he gasps loudly.
I know I should stop myself. And I continuously tell myself that as I kiss my way to his ear.
'Well? Is it a nice thick cock?' I whisper into his ear, and he leans back against me.
Pushing him forward, I pull his shirt off. I make my way in front of him, and sit in his lap. I return my mouth to his ear, hands sliding down his sides.
'So you're going to make me find out on my own, huh?'
He simply nods, so I get straight to finding out. I spend as little time as possible kissing his chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue.
My hands find the way to his pants, and I grip him through his pants. I've always loved the feel of a hard on under jeans. He kicks the book out of the way, extending his legs. I settle between them, undoing his pants and he eagerly lifts his hips. I tug his pants down enough, and my first reaction is 'eh'.
I smirk to him, though, pushing on his chest so he leans back. Propping himself up on his hands, he stares at me as I lower myself.
I lick my lips, staring back at him.
He moans out loudly, as I gently suck the tip into my mouth.
I take as much of him into my mouth as I can, adding pressure with my tongue as I pull back.
He's soon a whimpering mess, and my hands are pinning his hip to the floor. It's been too long since I've given head, because I must have missed all the warning signs.
His fingers dig into my scalp, pushing my head down further ass he comes. Not at all prepared, I'm forced to swallow. And I hope purely for his sake my face doesn't look as disgusted as I am.
I sit up, stretching my back which had started to cramp. Arms are around me, and the next thing I know I'm laying next to him. Actually I'm laying nearly on top of him. I want to get as far away from him as possible, until I realize it's been a long time since someone's had their arms around me. I rest my head on his chest, his hand holding me close.
I close my eyes, telling myself not to get used to it. Listening to his heartbeat, my head moves with his breaths.
I don't even know the kid and I want to snuggle up to him as we fall asleep together.
'You should go, it's getting late.' I say, and pull myself away.
He glances to his watch, eyes widening. Yep, time flies when I'm giving amazing head.
'Oh, shit. I need to get to bed. I gotta-' He continues to talk, pulling his pants up and grabbing his shirt. He leans in and kisses me quickly. Bending down to grab his books, he quickly shoves them into his bag.
'I'll repay you sometime, promise.' And with that he's out the door.
I blink a few times, heading to my room. Not too much longer Rob is standing at my bed, looking over me.
'Why was Dave in our driveway putting his shirt on?'
'Dave?'
His eyes close, and he sighs loudly.
'Please tell me you didn't just fuck some guy without knowing his name.'
I sit up, frowning.
'I knew his name! It just happened to be the wrong name!' Rob rubs his face. 'And I didn't fuck him. Just sucked him off.'
'You were suppose to tutor him... I didn't even know he was gay.'
'He might not be. Just likes his cock-'
'Brad. No more talking. Go to bed.' He turns to leave but stops in my doorway, turning to look at me again. 'And you win. I'll no longer set you up on study dates.'
