William seemed to have different ideas. He crawled off Matt and returned to the passenger seat. “I think that’s enough for tonight’s lesson,” he said, twisting to face Matt.
“Please.” Matt, arms still on the headrest, arched his back, straining to resume kissing.
William smiled weakly. He reached out his hand and caressed Matt’s bulge.
The touch was electric. Matt shivered.
William worked to unbutton Matt’s jeans, then lowered the zipper. “I hadn’t planned for things to go this far. I intended tonight’s lesson to only include kissing.” His fingers found the elastic waistband of Matt’s boxer briefs, reached in, and gently freed Matt’s bent cock. It slapped up against Matt’s stomach, trailing a string of pre-cum.
“It would be cruel to send you back to the dorm in this condition,” William said. He bent over and used both hands to tug Matt’s jeans and briefs down to his mid-thighs. “You are okay with this, right?” William asked. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Please. Don’t. Stop.” Matt panted with desire.
William smiled. “Okay. Listen up and pay attention. Before I finish you off, let’s cover a few points. I don’t think you’ll be in much condition for conversation afterward.” As William spoke, his fingers explored the length and girth of Matt’s cock.
Matt became self-conscious, wondering how his dick compared to the many others William must have seen. In years past, Matt had surreptitiously compared his flaccid cock against those of his teammates. His only firm conclusion was that he wasn’t small. He’d even once rifled through his mom’s sewing basket, pocketed her tape measure, and tried measuring his erection later in the privacy of his bedroom. Three tries had produced wildly different results. What difference would it have made had he known exactly how tall his erection stood? Lacking the critical data of what constituted “normal”, he was just shooting in the dark. In the end, that was what he had done— shot in the dark–figuratively and literally. He’d jizzed all over the damn tape measure and had worried himself sick that his mom would puzzle out that little mystery and rat him out to his dad.
William must have sensed Matt’s worry. “Lovely cock,” he said. “Not the longest pencil in the pack, nor the fattest. And that’s a good thing, trust me. Thick, extra-long sausages may look enticing, but they rarely fully inflate and when they do it is difficult to find accommodating spaces to stuff them.” He gave Matt’s cock a couple of test strokes. “On the bell curve, this one’s above average. Long and thick enough to command respect. And deliciously rigid.”
Matt sighed with relief. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted William’s approval.
“Let’s get the small talk out of the way,” William said. “First, after tonight, you’re going to feel a rush of elation. Euphoria. Much more so than with jacking. That isn’t love, so don’t get all mushy and start planning a wedding. Second, tell no one about tonight. Not a word. Third, after you drive me back to my car, go to your room. Don’t miss curfew. Then go about your week. Yes—week. If you see me around campus, keep your distance. Questions so far?”
Matt hated to delay the promised finishing off. He wondered if it would be oral or manual. Clearly anal was off the menu—for tonight at least. Still, he couldn’t resist a question. “Why a week?”
William still held Matt’s cock in his hand. He took a moment to squeeze some pre-cum from the tip and to taste it. “I want to make sure you’re not going to have an attack of gay guilt and confess your ‘sin’ to someone. You wouldn’t be the first.”
William waited a moment to see if there would be any more questions, then resumed. “Fourth, no jacking in the meantime. If by next Friday you still want to see me again, then meet me at Johnnie’s at 6:00. I’ll wait until 6:15 p.m. Not a minute later. If you don’t show up by then, I’ll leave. If you do decide to meet me, don’t shower after your soccer practice. No deodorant. Oh, and wear a jockstrap instead of undies.”
“Anything else?” Matt didn’t want to delay any longer.
“Yeah. I’m going to blow you. No bucking and trying to ram your dick down my throat. And if you even think of putting your hands on my head and pushing me further onto your dick, I swear I’ll bite it off.”
Matt nodded his understanding. He was about to receive his first blow job! He still remembered the first time he’d heard the words “blow job”—in a locker room, of course. Guys bragging about what their girlfriends had done over the weekend. Matt had wondered how blowing on a dick was anything special.
William bent to Matt’s cock and placed one hand at the base of the shaft, squeezing slightly, pulling the skin even tauter. He then started flicking his tongue on the frenulum (Matt didn’t know the term at the time, would learn later that it is the small “v” just below the head, where the foreskin—or in his case the remnants of one—meets the underside).
Matt whimpered. His cock dribbled pre-cum.
William licked the underside of the shaft, lapping up the pre-cum as if it were ice cream dripping from a bar. He nuzzled Matt’s scrotum, sucking bits of it into his mouth, while with one hand he lightly stroked the shaft.
Matt, arms on the headrest, back arched, butt clinched, stared down into William’s doe eyes, begging for release. The pleasure was excruciatingly exquisite, washing over him in waves. His cock strained, desperate to discharge, but unable to do so because William controlled the tempo.
Finally, William eased Matt’s cockhead into his mouth. His lips formed a seal just under the ridge. Matt thought that surely now William would allow him and his cock to cross over to the Promised Land. That was not to be. William cocooned the cockhead in his mouth, bathing it with his tongue, teasing the slit, milking ever more pre-cum into his mouth.
Matt’s triceps bulged with the effort of restraining his body from bucking. His legs stiffened and his toes curled—all in an effort to help his dick across the finish line.
William slurped Matt’s cock like a popsicle. His tongue curled around the underside of the shaft, gliding over the thick vein that supplied it with blood. The shaft glistened with saliva and pre-cum.
William fondled Matt’s balls.
That was all it took to push Matt over the edge. He shot streams of hot, sticky cum into William’s mouth.
Just when Matt thought he was finished, William gave Matt’s balls a gentle tug and moved his lips lower on the shaft. “HOLY SHIT!” Matt gushed. That was the last thing he remembered before a numbing euphoric buzz engulfed him.