“I’ve had a lot of practice,” he replied with a smirk that made my cock throb painfully against the confines of my jeans. “But you’re a natural.”
“There are other things I’d like to try being natural at,” I said, surprising myself with my boldness. The punch was definitely still working its magic.
Neptune’s eyes darkened behind his mask. “Is that right? And what would those be, exactly?”
Instead of answering with words, I slid off the fountain’s edge and onto my knees before him. The stone was hard and cold beneath me, but I barely noticed as I looked up, silently asking permission.
“Are you sure?” Neptune asked, his voice strained with restraint. “The punch?—”
“I want this,” I interrupted, placing my hands on his knees. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Just... not with anyone specific until now.”
Neptune’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he nodded. “Then by all means, don’t let me stop you.”
With trembling fingers, I reached for the waistband of his tight shorts. Despite my inexperience, I was determined not to show how nervous I was. I hooked my fingers under the elastic and tugged, Neptune lifting his hips slightly to help me.
His cock sprang free, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp. He wasgorgeous. His cock was thick and long, with a slight upward curve. Like the rest of him, it was perfect, making me wonder if this was all just some punch-induced hallucination.
“It’s all yours,” he said, a confident grin painted on his face. He’d barely gotten the words out before I was leaning forward, driven by desire and curiosity.
The first taste was salty and clean as I ran my tongue experimentally along the underside of his shaft. Neptune hissed, his hand coming to rest lightly on my head, not pushing, just connecting.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as I grew bolder, taking the head into my mouth. “Just like that.”
I had no idea what I was doing, but Neptune’s reactions guided me. There was a sharp intake of breath when I swirled my tongue around his tip, and a low groan when I took him deeper. I couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth, so I wrapped my hand around the base, moving it in rhythm with my lips.
“Fuck, you’re a natural at this too,” he moaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Good boy.”
The praise sent a thrill through me, making me redouble my efforts. I’d imagined this so many times, but the reality was messier, more awkward, and infinitely more exciting than my fantasies had been. The weight of him on my tongue, the sounds he made, the way his thighs tensed under my free hand… All of it was intoxicating.
I pulled back to catch my breath, looking up at him through my mask. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” he assured me, his voice strained. “It’s fucking perfect.”
Encouraged, I returned to my task with renewed enthusiasm. Neptune began to guide me gently, showing me the pace he preferred, how to use my hand in conjunction with my mouth. I was a quick study, always had been.
“I’m close,” he warned after a few minutes, trying to pull away. “Where do you want me to cum?”
But I held firm, determined to finish what I’d started. I wanted every fucking drop. I worked him faster, wet sounds filling the ancient space where we were hidden away. His body tensed, thighs shaking, as I drove him closer to the edge.
“Oh…fuck,” he groaned, tightening his grip on my hair and forcing his cock deeper down my throat.
I felt him swell against my tongue as he came with a muffled groan. I tried to swallow everything, though some escaped down my chin. The taste was sweet, salty, and strange, but not unpleasant.
Neptune pulled me up for a kiss, seemingly unbothered that my mouth was slick with his cum. When we separated, he was looking at me with something like wonder.
“That was your first time doing that,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded, suddenly feeling vulnerable despite still being rock hard on my knees in front of him.
“Did you think you were straight until now?”
I shook my head. “No. Nothing like that. Just… inexperienced.”
“Well,” he grinned. “One good turn deserves another, right?”
Before I could answer, Neptune was sliding off the fountain’s edge, trading places with me as he guided me to sit where he’d been moments before. I watched, mesmerized, as he sank to his knees in front of me, his hands moving to my belt.
“Wait,” I said, suddenly nervous. “You don’t have to?—”