I knew he was completely hard because he felt firmer, more ridged, solid, and longer than he had when I started. I believed he was excited that I was sucking him off because his hips were moving and his breathing was getting louder. The ambient noise of the area quieted and all I could hear was the sounds of my breathing, the gasping sucking sounds my mouth made, which were now coupled with his light moans.
As the moments went on, I tried to pleasure him the way I liked my dick sucked. To mimic how I liked it done to me. How deep or how fast, using my hand in combination with my mouth to pleasure his hard dick and the more his cock slid in and out of my mouth, the more intensely I was getting into it. Chuck was surely enjoying the moment, because now and then he whimpered, or moan louder than he had before.
After a few minutes, I pulled his hard dick from my mouth and just stared at it and I slowly jacked him off with my hand. I wanted to see what his hard dick looked like. I wanted to see how it looked to be on the other end of a blow job, hand job, or playing with it, like so many had done to me. And I must say, the more I held his dick, the more I felt how hard he was, and the more I stroked him off listening to him moan, the more I wanted to make him cum.
I slipped his dick back into my mouth and sucked as hard and as tight as I could. He gasped when I clamped my mouth tighter around it and I started sucking it hard. I was bobbing down, to where his hard dick was hitting the back of my throat. I was lifting and sinking my head as fast as I could. I was, at that moment, really getting into it. The more time went on, the more comfortable I became. The more it slid in and out of my mouth, the more I wanted it. The more I felt that hard bone strike the back of my throat, the more I liked it. It felt taboo, yet exhilarating to have a hard dick in my mouth. To be doing something I never thought I would have done. To be pleasing a man, instead of being pleased in the same way.
All my nervousness was gone, my stomach was back to normal, and my mind was racing. It was like I was emulating being a girl in porn sucking her man’s cock. I was enlightened, I was engaged, I was doing it and most importantly, I realized I was getting turned on.
I felt my dick start to get hard deep in my pants. I was getting a hard-on blowing Chuck and that was all the proof I needed. Especially when I heard Chuck start moaning louder and louder. I wanted to open and pants and stroke myself, or stand up and let him suck mine. But I just kept focusing on sucking his cock. My mouth was watering and I could hear myself moaning as his dick slid in and out. Chuck kept moaning and shifting his legs, his hips, and his hands. He whimpered out my name a few times and I knew he was close to cumming, because I know those sounds, I’ve made them a hundred times. As my focus turned more back onto him than my dick, my desires or being enlightened and aroused. I started to fear him cumming.
I had never had cum in my mouth. I mean I may have tasted it from a kiss after a blow job from a girlfriend, but I never had a full load, so I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Before I could figure out what I wanted to do, Chuck started moaning out he was going to cum. He uttered those words about three or four times when suddenly I felt warm gooey liquid inside my mouth. Surrounding my teeth and tongue. His hands grabbed the top of my head and he kept pushing my face downwards taking every inch of his dick, while he was cumming in my mouth. It was forceful, yet controlling, and as unusual and unsettling as it was at the time. I later realized how much I loved it!
I didn’t want to swallow his cum, because I was scared, but I already had a mouthful and I wasn’t sure how much more he had to eject. I lightly opened my lips and started letting his cum drip from my lips as I started to slow my pace. I know it ran down his shaft and onto his hair, or along the sides of his balls, as he finished his last little bits of squirts. His lungs filled with and emptied air, as he took deep breaths. I knew I took every drop inside my mouth and I could taste him.
Sweat had started forming on my forehead and I could feel my lips numbing. I wanted to keep sucking. I felt like it all went by too fast. Like I needed to do more. But as his cock rested hard and long in my mouth, I knew he had gotten off because all I could taste was his cum all over my taste buds. A sensation I will always remember.
When his hands finally lifted from my head, I stopped my motion but left his dick in my mouth for a few more seconds. Because I knew what it was like to cum in my girl’s mouth and to have her let me finish cumming, keeping my dick in her warm, wet mouth for a few more seconds before she pulled away. And I wanted to give him the same satisfaction.
When I lifted my head and opened my eyes the garage had gone almost pitch black. I could see the wetness around his shaft and I don’t know if that was all from my saliva or his cum, but his cock was lightly glistening in the last remainder of light.
I licked my lips and swallowed the last bit of his cum and the saliva I had in my mouth. I was still on my knees but came upright. Chuck was sweating and was still trying to catch his breath as he sat naked from the waist down.
“How was it?” I asked.
“Perfect,” He replied.
We both stayed in our positions for a few moments, just trying to let the excitement calm down before jumping up and heading out of the garage. I guess fear or anxiety of getting caught hit him suddenly, because he sprung up, and pulled his underwear and pants back quickly, saying; “Common we need to get out of here!”
I rose from my knees and followed him hurriedly to the door, where he slightly opened it, peeked out, and then we both dashed out of the garage, locking only the door handle on the way out. We both quickly headed up the back stairs where I entered my apartment, as he continued up to his.
After getting in and shutting my door, I heard his door shut seconds later. It was like we were running from the police and had made it home without being captured. I was in such a rush from the adrenaline of breaking into the garage, seeing the car and the boat, having those moments of fantasy of owning either and being somewhere we should have never been. More heightened by the absolute heelish emotions of giving a blow job and then rushing back inside our apartments without getting caught, which made my mind spin out of control.
I lay in bed for a while thinking about what had happened. Watching him take off his pants and underwear. Seeing his dick pop up when he sat upright. Knowing I was going to give him head. Knowing that I was scared about doing it. But I was also aroused by doing it. How I started to get hard, sucking his dick. How into it I became, making sure he came. How I received a mouthful of cum for the first time. How we rushed out in a panic after, as if we had just been the first two men ever to have homosexual experiments. How I hoped no one knew we were in there, let alone knew we were having some form of sex inside the garage.