Summer Camp (Ryllon)

Fourteen: Knees

I'm too impatient to not post this because I'm finally giving y'all what you want

It's still dark when I wake up. My eyes flutter open and I realize that Dallon isn't in bed with me. I inhale and sit up, turning my head and seeing Dallon at the desk. He hasn't noticed me, but then again, his back is facing me. I quietly stand and walk over to him. When I get close enough, I realize that he's wearing glasses. I didn't know he wore them. He's on his laptop, only wearing boxer-briefs. 

I slowly wrap my arms around him, quickly snuggling my face into his neck. 

"You should be asleep," Dallon tells me, but his hand goes up and around and he gently pets my hair. 

"So should you," I say. He doesn't say anything. "Why aren't you?"

"I... um... I didn't... I just wasn't tired."

"You're a horrible liar," I say, humming. I kiss his neck and he tenses. He likes neck kisses, it drives him insane. Not that he'll ever admit it to me, but I know what makes him squirm and blush and lose all control of being serious.

"Go to bed, baby," I say in a slightly seductive tone, and he tenses more.

"I'm good, um... you, uh, you should still sleep," he says nervously, turning his body to try to face me. I kiss him slowly, then pull away and put my hands on his legs, gently pushing them apart. He blushes and swallows. I raise an eyebrow innocently as I stand between them. Confidence is rushing through me and him being all flustered is making it grow.

"Do I need to get on my knees?" I ask in a low voice, lowering down to my knees. He's blushing and speechless. He's getting hard, I can see it through his underwear. He's also really big, and I bet he's not even half-hard. "Is this alright?" I ask quietly and he nods eagerly.

I reach for the hem of his underwear and stop for half a second. I don't feel nervous. I've always felt nervous or uncomfortable before doing anything remotely sexual, but not this time.

I pull them down, a wave of excitement rushing through me as I take a hold of his cock. I lick the tip and Dallon's breathing hitches slightly. I lick up the shaft so it'll be easier for me to take it, and eventually put the tip in my mouth. I slowly bob back and forth, getting more and more in, half of him already being a mouthful. 

His hand goes to his leg, so I gently grab his hand and bring it to my head. He happily runs his fingers through my hair and I go down a little more. I keep bobbing my head back and forth in an expert-like manner, flicking my tongue around the underside of the head. Dallon gasps a bit, fingers almost trembling as he grips my hair. 

"Fuck..." He says under his breath. I go faster, and when I look up, his eyes are closed and he's biting his lip. I grab his other hand and lead it to my hair again, making him hold my head. He applies some pressure, almost like he's controlling the pace. I look up at him just as I deepthroat him. He moans, eyelids fluttering shut as his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he holds me like that for a second or two.

I pull away and take a deep breath, a small trail of spit hanging from my bottom lip to the head of his cock, and he swallows once he looks down. I've never seen anyone like this during me giving them a blowjob, but Dallon looks really hot getting all weak like this in front of me.

"You enjoying this?" I ask. He swallows again and nods. 

"You... yes... more, please," he manages, and I smile. I place a wet kiss on the head of his cock, causing him to jerk a bit, then I take him into my mouth again.

I don't think I've ever seen someone be so pleasured by a blowjob, and it's really cute and extremely hot watching Dallon gasp and moan like this. I shouldn't get too cocky because if the roles were reversed right now, I'd probably be squirming and moaning and gasping way more than he is now.

It continues for several minutes, him moaning and gasping every once in a while as I take all of him repeatedly. His legs are shaking. He's starting to get close.

"Your fucking mouth, holy fuck," he says, and I go faster. Tongue moving perfectly by massaging the sensitive part underneath the head, hollowing my cheeks, taking him fully in with every bob, I'm making him lose control.

He tries to speak, but it all just comes out as stuttered words.

"R-... fuck, Ry, I'm... you're gonna... fuck, you're gonna make me cum," he tells me with a shuddered breath. I pull away a bit, swirling my tongue around the head and licking hard. He gasps. "Fuck, I'm... I'm..." I use my hand for the rest of him as I continue to please him, jerking him off hard as I continue to let my mouth work it's magic.

He unintentionally grips my hair tight and pulls my head closer, gasping as he leans forward whilst his whole body shakes. He releases and I swallow it down. He keeps going, gasping and moaning and almost whimpering, and I swallow it all. He's out of breath.

He finishes and relaxes a bit. I look like I just drained all of the energy out of him. He's panting shuddered breaths, hands shaking as bad as his whole body, and he carefully lets go of my hair. I fix his underwear after pulling away. I stand up and stand close, looking down at him.

"Now can I get you to come to bed?" I ask, and he swallows hard and nods.

"Uh-huh," he manages. I lean down, kissing his neck. He whimper-moans again and I hum.

"Did you like that, baby?"

"Mhm," he hums and I suck in. He moans some more, still shaking, and I leave a mark on his lower neck. I pull away, close his laptop, grab his hands, and make him stand. I lead him to the bed and I lay down. He lays down as well and I kiss his cheek. I pull the blanket over us and snuggle into him, my heart fluttering at the fact that I just gave the most popular and apparent 'lone wolf' guy at camp a blowjob.