First Jerkoff Buddy On A Family Vacation 02: My Room (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: My Room

The next night I snuck out again.

My family turned in around ten, and I lay on my bed with my sandals already on, listening to the suite quiet down, my mom's door clicking shut, the AC cycling, until I was sure nobody would come knocking. I slipped out and took the stairs down to the pool level with my heart already racing, which was stupid, because nothing was exactly supposed to happen. 

I was just going for a walk. A late-night walk, in my swim trunks, straight to the hot tub.

My stomach sank a little when I got to the water. The hot tub was empty. Jets off, water flat and dark. I hadn't talked to Kurt all day, but somehow I assumed it was understood, that we would hang out again.

I heard splashing from the big pool and looked over, and there he was, in the shallow end. He had a girl wrapped around him. I felt myself smile as I sat on a chair, far across the pool, and pretended not to watch them.

She had her arms looped around his neck and her legs locked around his waist, and he was holding her up under her thighs with that same grip he'd used to haul my hips around in the hot tub, moving her around in the water like she weighed nothing. They were making out hard. His wet shoulders rolled under the pool lights every time he shifted her, her fingers buried in his hair, and nobody else was out there.

I watched them like a creep. I was jealous, and that part was obvious to me. Which one of them I was jealous of was harder to figure out. I watched his hands spread over the backs of her thighs, I watched her grind down against him, and my dick thickened up in my trunks.

They made out like that for a while. Eventually she pulled her mouth off his and whispered at him, and he said something back, and she laughed and pushed off his chest and swam for the ladder. She climbed out, wrung her hair out over the deck, grabbed her towel off a chair and left without looking back. He stood there in the waist-deep water and watched her go.

He spotted me before I decided whether or not I was going to pretend I'd just walked up.

"She's a tease," he said, wading over to my side of the pool. He didn't sound too broken up about it.

He planted both hands on the edge and pushed himself up out of the water to say something else, but that's when I got distracted. His boner stood out against the front of his soaked shorts, the wet fabric suctioned around it so completely I could see everything, the fat shape of the shaft, the ridge of the head, pointed up and to the side and bouncing once when he straightened his arms. He followed my eyes down, looked at it himself, and we both busted up, boyish and immature and too loud, failing to keep quiet.

"She ground on me for like an hour," he said, dropping back into the water. "And then she goes, my sister's waiting up for me."

"Wanna hang in my room?" I said, out of nowhere.

I don't fully know why I said it right then, except that I didn't want the night to end there.

"Sure," he said right away, his excitement giving me relief.

He didn't even pretend to think about it.

He toweled off fast at the chairs and we took the stairs up, him barefoot and still dripping, me hushing him the whole climb. At the suite I eased the door open and whispered, "My parents are in there, so." He nodded and we crept past their door, and I got us into my room and turned the lock as slowly as a lock can turn. There was something exciting about being sneaky. I had never really snuck anyone past my parents before.

He draped his towel over my desk chair and sat down on my bed in his damp shorts, looking around at my setup.

"Bro, you got a whole door," he said. "A lock and everything. And you were out there complaining."

I climbed up next to him and sat against the headboard, and he scooted back beside me, shoulder to shoulder. We both knew what we were about to do, so I didn't even bother with any pretense. 

I pulled up one of the links he'd sent me the night before and propped my phone against a pillow on our legs. It opened on a girl bent over a couch arm, already loud, and I stabbed the volume down.

"This one's peak, dude," he said. "Watch her."

I pushed my trunks down my thighs and my boner slapped up against my stomach, and beside me he lifted his hips and peeled his wet shorts all the way off and dropped them on the floor, since they were soaked anyway, and there he was, naked on my bed, that big dick of his lying up against his abs and twitching with his pulse. We started stroking ourselves, him with that same relaxed fist from his bathroom videos, me trying to pace myself, and the girl on the screen got quieter and quieter in my head.

Without saying anything, I followed my instincts and reached over to his thigh. When he didn't flinch, I wrapped my hand around his dick.

He exhaled slowly through his nose and spread his knees wider, and a second later he reached over and wrapped his fist around mine, and we jerked each other like that, unhurried, while the phone played a compilation of cumshots blasting a porn star we liked.

His dick was a different animal in my hand than mine was. My fingers didn't close all the way around it. It was heavy and blood-hot, the thick curve of it pushing into my palm, and I could feel his heartbeat in it, a fat pulse bumping my fingers. His balls shifted against my knuckles when I stroked down to the base. 

I felt my mouth water before I even realized what I was thinking. Holding it still felt like getting away with something I wasn't supposed to be doing. We were pushing boundaries.

"I like that yours is bigger," I said.

It had been rattling around in me since he held our dicks together in the hot tub and mine had looked like the little brother, and the thought just fell out of my mouth plainly.

"Well, I like that mine is bigger," he said.

We both cracked up, hands still moving on each other, our arms crossing awkwardly but the job getting done.

"Have you ever gotten a blowjob?" I said.

"Of course," he said. "You haven't?"

"Nope."

His fist slowed on me, and I felt him look over. "I'll blow you if you blow me too."

I didn't even have to think about it. "Bet."

He moved quickly, sliding down the bed, knocked the phone and its pillow out of the way, and pushed my knees apart, and I kicked my trunks off one ankle to let my legs open, scooting down the headboard until I was half lying there with him settled on his stomach between my thighs. His round shoulders wedged them wide. He gripped the base of my dick and held it straight up, studying it from close enough that I felt his breath on me.

And he put his mouth over me.

Wet heat closed around the head of my dick, for the first time in my life, and my whole body locked up. It was nothing like jerking off. His mouth was soft everywhere my fist had always been rough, and his tongue pressed flat against the underside and dragged, and my hips lifted off the bed. I grabbed a fistful of comforter to pin myself down. He worked the first few inches with his fist still wrapped around the base, bobbing in a short rhythm, and the sound of it was filthy, loud in that quiet room, and I kept glancing at the locked door, but then closing my eyes in pleasure, quickly forgetting that the door existed.

I watched him instead. The top of his head between my legs, his thick neck, his back tapering down to that round butt raised up behind him, flexing whenever he shifted his weight on his elbows. I watched my own dick disappearing into a dude's mouth, and the sight of it was doing as much to me as the mouth was.

A couple minutes in, my balls pulled up tight. That was all the stamina I had in me. My thighs squeezed his shoulders and my breathing got ragged, and he felt it coming. But the bastard slowed down. He lifted off until just the head rested on his tongue, and he just lapped at it, gently teasing.

"Dude," I said.

He did it again. Built me back up with a short, bobbing rhythm, and the second my legs started shaking he backed off to almost nothing, holding me upright and dragging his tongue up the shaft in long, lazy strokes that kept me on the ledge without letting me finish. My toes curled. I heard myself start begging before I knew I was begging.

"Swallow it. Swallow it," I said. "Please, swallow it."

He sank his mouth down over me and worked fast, and I put my hand on the back of his head and came even harder than the jet had made me cum, pulse after pulse into his mouth, my hips bucking up off the bed, biting my own forearm to keep quiet. He gulped twice around me, and I felt it against the head. He came up with his cheeks looking red, his eyes watering, his nose scrunched, his mouth twisted.

"Tastes like pool water and battery acid," he said, wiping his lips with the back of his wrist.

I was still laughing when his hand clamped the back of my neck and he shoved my head down, pressing into my mouth shockingly quickly.

He knelt up in the middle of the bed, hauling me off the headboard, guiding me up onto my elbows and knees in front of him, face to face with that huge dick, his fist holding it at the base, his other hand steering my head, keeping me locked on. And I barely got a breath inside my lungs before he had pushed to the back of my throat, blocking my air. But after what he had just done for me, I was more than happy to let him do whatever he wanted to me.

He held my head tightly as he pressed in further, and my lips stretched even more around him. My first thought was that it was so much skin. Hot and smooth and big enough that my jaw ached already, tasting of chlorine and salt. It was already overwhelming, but he was not interested in stopping there.

He humped my mouth, intermittently stretching my throat like he was mad at it. I should have predicted he was aggressive, knowing his porn and kink preferences, but it was still shocking to be on the receiving end of a dude using me like that. But both his hands held my head, making my job simple, if not easy. 

His fingers laced behind my skull, and he set a pace I had no say in. 

"Look how FUCKING hard your mouth is making me," he grunted, failing to whisper.

I braced one forearm against the bed and grabbed his thigh with my other hand, feeling the muscle bunch in it on every thrust. Every few strokes he pushed too deep, holding it too long, and my throat would clench as I gagged around him. He'd ease back an inch or two and keep pumping as spit ran down my chin, dripping onto the comforter. And I was just as hard as when we started, my dick bobbing under me with every shove he gave my head. Getting my face used like that should have ruined the vibe for me, but instead I was leaking onto my own bed. I didn't have time to analyze it, but the shock and surreal nature of being on the receiving end of this was as thrilling as it was surprising.

He kept at it. And kept at it. He had found some stamina he didn't have in the jacuzzi the night before. My eyes watered and my lips buzzed numbly and he just kept at it, my brain turning off and letting it all happen.

"I jerked off like six times today," he panted, somewhere above me. "In the bathroom. My family thinks I'm sick."

He chuckled, and I would have laughed as well if I hadn't been struggling to breathe.

He pulled my head sideways by the hair and pressed the head of his dick against the inside of my cheek, bulging it out, dragging it across the skin, feeling around in there and watching my face while he did it. I just watched his face, observing the pleasure in it while he played with me, getting whatever sensations he needed from me. He had earned it after all.

I did my best for as long as I could last. I worked my tongue on the underside, trying to meet his thrusts, whatever would make him cum faster. But at some point my jaw quit on all of it, and I just made a tight ring of my lips, kept my teeth off him, and held still, being the best fleshlight I could be for him. All I had to do was take it. Taking it turned out to be really fun.

My dick had been aching under me the whole time, so I shifted onto one elbow and reached under myself and started beating off, right there on my knees with him jammed down my throat, and it took embarrassingly little effort to make me cum again. I released a second time, spurting out onto my own fist and the comforter, moaning around him, my whole body shuddering under his hands.

He watched me do it. "You came again," he said through his teeth as he gripped my head tighter, fucking my face even harder.

His thrusts shortened and sped up after that. His breathing turned ragged over me. His fingers dug into my scalp.

"Can you swallow me too?" he asked.

He didn't take my head off him so I could answer. I hummed around him and he liked that. I could feel him twitch against my tongue, releasing a larger spurt of pre-cum than I had sensed yet.

A few more strokes and he rammed deep and held in my throat, bent forward over my back, moaning, his face approaching my ass as his dick pulsed fat in my throat. The first squirt went directly into my stomach, and I didn't even swallow. He pulled back to thrust, and another spurt hit the back of my throat. I swallowed in gulps as he continued to release, as fast as he gave it to me, and it kept coming, pulse after pulse, thick and weirdly sweet, one slow string escaping the seal of my lips and hanging off my chin. He held my head down until the last throb emptied out of him.

He slid out of my mouth gently, which was the first gentle move he'd made in ten minutes, and I gasped when I could finally breathe again, sucking in air as vigorously as he had fucked my face. My jaw clicked when I closed it. My lips were buzzing from the abrasion, numb and swollen.

We flopped back against the headboard next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, both of us naked from the waist down and shiny with spit and sweat, his dick softening against his thigh, mine finally giving up against mine. His chest was flushed pink down the middle, his big, round pecs still heaving. My phone had timed out and gone dark somewhere under a pillow with the porn still queued up, forgotten.

He knuckled my knee.

"That was cool," I said.

"Yeah," he said back with an exhale.