A Helping Hand Chapter 7 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“Fuuuck, Dean! That feels so good.” We’re lying in my bed, completely naked while he strokes my cock with one hand while the other plays with my balls, gently rolling and squeezing them. 

“Yeah? You like how that feels?” he asks, eyes dark with want. 

I nod, taking in the sight of the six-foot, naked goalie between my legs stroking me off like his life depends on it. It’s been a week since we decided to give it a go at whatever this is. And even though we haven’t put a label on what we are, it’s been a week of giving each other handjobs and making out like horny teenagers. 

The first time I touched his dick, I thought I would hate it—but it turns out I love playing with cock. Dean adjusts his grip and slows down, stroking deliberately. His thumb teases my slit and collects the leaking precum to make his hand glide against my skin. 

He leans in and his breath ghosts over the sensitive head. “I want to try something if you’re open to it.”

The pleasure is too much, and I’m desperate to come after being edged for the past thirty minutes. “You can do whatever you want.” 

The look he gives me is absolutely sinful, but instead of responding, he leans down and takes my cock into his mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the wet heat of his mouth engulfs my dick. The tip of his tongue teases my slit, lapping at it like he’s trying to milk out every ounce of precum from me. 

My good hand shoots out automatically to grab a fistful of his hair, trying to hold on to him as he takes me deeper into his throat. His tongue slides along the underside of my shaft until his nose is buried in my trimmed pubes. I moan loudly, “God damn, how are you so good at that?”

Dean looks up at me while he swallows, throat constricting around me, and then he smirks while he still has my dick in his mouth. With one slow, but smooth motion, he pulls off with a pop, and a string of saliva connects his lower lip to the tip of my dick. “I’ve been practicing with a dildo.” 

The simple revelation sends another bolt of pleasure through me, my cock throbbing in his hand. Dean’s cock is sticking straight up between his legs, precum dripping onto the sheets. He places a kiss on the tip and then licks long stripes from base to tip all around the shaft. First at the bottom, then the sides, then finally at the top before swallowing me whole again. 

That pushes me over the edge, and I let out a low groan. “Dean, I’m about to come, baby.” 

Instead of pulling off, he keeps sucking, hollowing his cheeks until I’m exploding, cum pouring down his throat as he works me through my orgasm, swallowing every drop of cum. He doesn’t relent until I’m completely spent and oversensitive. 

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I say breathlessly. My eyes drop to his hard, leaking cock and I motion for him to come closer. I want to suck him just like he sucked me. 

 But he shakes his head. “Maybe some other day, when you’re stronger.”

“Dean, I want to—” 

He cuts me off with a kiss, letting me taste myself on his mouth, and then rises to his knees. Dean strokes himself, using one hand while the other plays with his balls. Watching him jack off has me painfully hard again, and within minutes, he’s coming all over me. Rope after rope of cum spurts out to land on my cock and abs, coating me in his thick, warm essence. 

He plops down next to me, chest rising and falling steadily with each deep breath. He looks at me and chuckles. “I don’t know about you, but that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” 

“I agree. Though it’s a little unfair to say that because it just gets better each time you make me come.” I reach down and swipe some of his cum off my abs and stick my fingers in my mouth. It’s salty, but strangely it tastes good. “Next time,” I say, “I want to taste that directly from the source.” 

His eyes widen with surprise, and he leans in to kiss me, being careful of my arm. When he pulls away, he pouts. “Ugh. I wish we could stay in bed all day long.” 

Despite the post-orgasmic haze, my heart sinks a little. The team has their first away game today, and they’ll be getting on a bus in a few hours to take them to play against Lockwood. It’s not a big deal, but I’m annoyed that I won’t be there with them. 

Dean must see it on my face, because he says quietly, “You know it’s okay to be angry. I can’t imagine not being able to play.”

I give him a small smile. “I’m not mad—” He arches an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe I am a little. But I’m more upset about not being there with you guys. This was my shot at leading the team, and now I don’t even know what’s going to happen…” 

Dean leans in and places a soft kiss on my shoulder. “It’ll work out. Before you know it, you’ll be back for the second half of the season.” He hesitates for a moment and then asks, “Are you going to have dinner with your parents tonight?”

I nod. “Unfortunately. I don’t really have an excuse to get out of it.” 

He gives me a look. It’s the same sympathetic and longing look he always gives me whenever I complain about something. Like he wants to fix everything that’s wrong in my life but can’t. “Okay, well try not to stress out about it. It’s just one dinner.”

I look ahead, not meeting those honey-brown eyes that make me want to melt into him. “I’ll try.” 

Dean gets out of bed, and the withdrawal of his body heat has me reaching for him, but he’s gone and then back with a wet washcloth within seconds. He cleans up his cooling cum from my body, wiping gently like I’m made of glass. “Are you going to tell them about us?”

I hesitate. “Uh… I’m not sure.” What would I even tell them? Hey mom and dad, I’m fooling around with my best friend because apparently I like dick now? I’m not even sure if I’m gay or bi or something else entirely. 

Disappointment flashes across his face, clear as day, but he schools his features quickly and nods. “Okay, there’s no rush.” He extends his hand to help me out of bed, and we walk to the bathroom for another shower.