He nodded quickly, swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I dropped my voice. “On your knees.”
Brett went down slowly, like every inch of the descent was a negotiation with his own pride. His thick thighs flexed hard as he lowered himself, powerful quads stretching the denim until he finally settled on his knees right in front of me. The sight of him there — Brett Calloway, all square jaw, wide shoulders, and six-foot-three of pure jock muscle — looking up at me from the floor with those dark eyes already glassy, sent a hot spike straight through my gut.
I shoved down my shorts. My cock sprang out, already rock-hard and flushed dark, pressed insistently toward his face. Neat dark hair framed the base, and the fat head glistened with a fresh bead of pre-cum that stretched into a shiny string as it pointed straight at his mouth.
Brett stared at it, lips parted, breathing already heavier.
“Okay,” he whispered to himself.
“Okay,” I said.
He leaned in. His first attempt was clumsy and tentative, those full lips barely parting as he took just the head into thewet heat of his mouth. The sudden slick warmth made my hand shoot out and grip the edge of my desk until my knuckles went white. He pulled back immediately, like the taste and feel of another man’s cock had shocked him.
He tried again, taking more this time. His mouth was hot and inexperienced, and his teeth caught along the underside. I hissed.
He pulled off immediately and looked up at me with something close to panic.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to.”
I looked down at him and let the silence sit. “What did I tell you?”
“No teeth.” His jaw tightened. “I know. It was an accident.”
“Was it?”
“Yes.” His voice had an unfamiliar edge to it. It wasn’t defensive, more like worried. “Are we still — is the deal still —”
“Get back to work,” I said.
The relief that crossed his face was immediate and unguarded. He wet his lips, adjusted his grip on my thighs, and tried again. This time his tongue led the way, a nervous correction that worked, smoothing the path as he took me deeper. No teeth. His heavy jaw worked in that stupidly handsome face, sweat beading at his temple and dripping onto my thigh, his big hands digging into my legs as he found something closer to a rhythm.
Not good yet. But he was trying. Really trying.
I loved the visual.
The big, cocky jock on his knees, broad shoulders rounded, legs spread wide. His lashes lay dark against his flushed cheeks, that perfect jaw stretching around my cock, lips shiny and stretched as he tried to take me deeper.
He showed more improvement with his rhythm, slower and more deliberate. He hollowed his cheeks on the upstroke, and Ifelt it all the way down my spine, the tight suction pulling a low groan out of me.
“Better,” I praised.
He made a low, broken sound in his throat, not quite a moan, something raw and unnamed that vibrated straight through my cock. His hands tightened on my thighs, thick fingers pressing as his head started to bob with more purpose. The wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth filled the room, slick glides, soft gags when he took me too deep, the heavy rasp of his breathing through his nose.
I was getting close. Way too close, way too fast.
I slid my hand onto the top of his head, not pushing, just resting there, feeling the damp heat of his hair. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he took me a little deeper, throat tightening around the head as another desperate noise rumbled out of him.
I put my hand on his broad shoulder and squeezed. “Stop.”
Brett pulled off my cock slowly, a thick string of spit and pre-cum stretching from his swollen pink lips to the glistening head before it broke and dripped onto his chin. He looked up at me with glassy, half-lidded eyes, that strong jaw slack, lips puffy and shiny from working his first dick.
“Get your pants down,” I ordered. “And get on the bed.”
He rose on slightly shaky legs, powerful thighs flexing as he shoved his jeans and briefs down in one rough motion. The steel cage caught the light from the lamp, swinging heavily between his legs, the short tube crammed full of his straining, frustrated meat while his heavy balls bulged obscenely through the ring. A thin string of pre-cum already leaked from the slit at the end of the cage and dripped onto the floor.
I pulled the lube from my desk drawer.