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By *amiec OP Man
1 week ago
Dunfermline |
Jamie woke up with a heavy bladder, the remnants of the night's beers and excitement of the party pressing against his insides. He glanced at his watch, 2:15 am. The house was silent, save for the distant hum of the huge American style fridge. He crept out of his room, padding softly down the corridor toward the bathroom. As he passed the open-plan living area, a flicker of light caught his eye. The television was still on, the volume turned down to a low murmur, playing the same Australian scene the guys had been wanking to earlier that evening.
He hurried to the toilet, relieved himself, and began the trek back. But as he passed the TV again, he stopped dead. On screen, a tanned Australian man was buried deep in another's lap, his mouth working with his cock with a hungry intensity. Jamie felt a sudden, sharp throb in his
Pants. He’d never done it, never even thought to try, but watching the wet, sliding motion of the actor's lips made his own cock twitch against his underwear.
His gaze drifted to the kitchen island, where a stray beer bottle stood. Without thinking, Jamie grabbed it. He held the cool glass to his lips, swirling his tongue around the rim just as he’d seen on screen, before sliding the neck of the bottle into his mouth. He began to bob his head, mimicking the pace of the video, his breath labouring as he imagined the glass was warm, pulsing flesh. He was so lost in the fantasy, his cock leaking pre-cum into his pants, that he didn't hear the heavy footsteps behind him.
A large, warm hand slid firmly around Jamie's waist, pulling him back against a broad, muscular chest. A deep voice vibrated against his ear, sending a shiver straight to his toes.
"You cannae beat the real thing, lad."
Jamie spun around, nearly dropping the bottle in shock. He looked up into the confident, smirking eyes of Geoff. The rugby player looked effortless even in the dim light, his presence dominating the small space. Geoff gently pried the bottle from Jamie's grip, setting it on the island with a soft clink.
"Come on," Geoff whispered, his voice thick with intent. "I'll teach you."
Geoff took Jamie by the hand, his grip firm and guiding, and led him back down the corridor. Once inside the bedroom, Geoff sat Jamie down on the edge of the bed. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with a sudden tension. Geoff stood between Jamie's spread knees, his legs framing Jamie's hips.
"First lesson," Geoff murmured, glancing down. "You've got to get it out."
Jamie’s heart hammered against his ribs. With trembling fingers, he reached out and grasped the zipper of Geoff's jeans. He slowly pulled it down, the sound of the metal teeth parting loud in the silence. As the jeans opened, Geoff’s cock sprang free, thick and already semi-erect, pulsing with a life of its own. Jamie gasped; he had never seen one so large up close.
"Don't just stare at it, Jamie. Touch it," Geoff commanded softly.
Jamie wrapped his hand around the shaft, marveling at the heat and soft texture of the skin. Geoff groaned, his head tilting back. "Now, use your mouth. Start slow. Lick the head, swirl your tongue around the rim just like you were doing with that bottle."
Jamie leaned in, his breath hot. He flicked his tongue across the tip, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum. He heard Geoff’s breathing quicken, a low growl escaping his throat. Encouraged, Jamie opened his mouth and slid his lips over the head, sucking gently.
"That's it... fuck, you're a natural," Geoff groaned, his hands coming down to rest on Jamie's shoulders, guiding him. "Now take more. Deep. Use your throat, lad."
Jamie pushed himself, sliding the thick shaft deeper into his mouth. He gagged slightly, his eyes watering, but Geoff’s hand tightened on his shoulder, encouraging him. Jamie focused on the sensation, the way the cock filled his entire mouth, the smell of musky aftershave on Geoff’s skin, the sound of his heavy, ragged breathing. He began to suck harder, swirling his tongue around the shaft and using his hand to stroke the base,
Geoff’s hips began to thrust instinctively, driving himself deeper into Jamie's throat. "Oh fuck, Jamie... you're taking it so well. Suck it, suck my cock!"
The pace accelerated. Jamie was completely immersed, his cheeks hollowing as he worked his mouth with a desperate, clumsy hunger. He could feel Geoff struggling to go on; the rugby player's muscles were taut, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I'm close... fuck, I'm gonna blow!" Geoff warned, his voice strained. He gripped Jamie's hair, pulling his head tight against his pelvis. "Take it all, Jamie. Every fucking drop."
With a loud moan, Geoff stiffened. A massive surge of hot, thick cum erupted into the back of Jamie's throat. Jamie gagged slightly but kept sucking, swallowing greedily as wave after wave of cum flooded his mouth. It felt endless, a heavy, creamy torrent that filled his mouth to the brim.
When Geoff finally slumped back, spent and shaking, Jamie slowly pulled away. He tried to speak, to tell Geoff how incredible it felt, but as he opened his mouth, thick strings of white cum leaked from the corner of his lips, dripping down his chin.
"Was... was that...?" Jamie started, but the amount of cum remaining in his mouth caused him to sputter. As he tried to form the words, he accidentally blew a cluster of white cum bubbles between his lips, the thick fluid popping softly.
Geoff chuckled, reaching down to wipe a smear of cum from Jamie's cheek with his thumb. "Told you, lad. Much better than a beer bottle."P |
