I was a horny teenager and I'd accepted it, giving in because he wanted it, too.
It wasn't sex, but close enough, and it ended all too soon. My face was bright red when I came down from my high. I felt Phil chuckling softly against my sweat slick neck, and it only added to my embarrassment. "I… Sorry." I groaned, shifting against the uncomfortable mess in my pants.
"It's fine, Dan. You'll last longer when you're more experienced." Oh, he knew I was a fucking virgin; great, because that didn't make things worse. He patted my side and sat up; I watched as he kneeled on the bed, undid the button and zip of his jeans and started stroking himself through his boxers. I whined and winced as I started to get aroused again already. "Do you wanna keep going?" His eyes told me that he didn't mind if I wanted to stop, that he would go to the bathroom and finish up.
My eyes moved back to the bulge in his pants, as if they'd ever left. I heard him groan and I could tell easily that he wanted me to give him something, but he was trying to play all gentle with me because it was my first time. Bullshit.
I crawled in front of him, face at his nearly exposed crotch. I licked my lips unconsciously, smirking when he made a noise of approval. I kissed just below his naval. "I'm gonna suck you off," I mumbled against his soft flesh. "I want to." I glanced up to see him nod silently, and that was all the encouragement I needed.
I trailed my lips down to his waistband, and slowly pulled his jeans and underwear down at once. He gasped quietly as he was exposed. I needed to take a minute because this was the first time I'd ever seen a fully hard cock besides my own, and let's just say he was much more endowed than I was.
"You sure you want to do this, Dan?" Phil's straining voice briefly brought me away from thoughts of large throbbing penis in my mouth. I nodded, blushing.
A realization struck me at probably the worst of times. "Okay, I don't actually know how to do this, but-"
"It's easy. Just take it in, use your tongue and keep your teeth away." He started stroking my hair, and I felt at least slightly reassured. I had to figure he'd gotten one before, and wondered for a moment if he'd ever been on the giving end. Phil told me a while ago that he was bi, and had been in sexual relationships with both girls and guys, so it wasn't a farfetched idea that he had given oral a time or two. I could just imagine those lips stretched around a dick, preferably my own-
I pushed that thought out of my mind as he tugged slightly at my hair, making me moan.
"Okay." I assured myself that I would do my best, and slowly took him into my mouth. It felt really, really weird, but I kind of liked it. I gave a curious lick to his slit, and the taste was strange and I wasn't sure if I liked it, but it wasn't necessarily bad. I heard him moaning above me, and those delicious noises were more than worth it.
My jaw soon grew sore, and I accidentally closed my mouth around him, teeth pressing into his flesh. He groaned at the discomfort, and I tried not to do that again. But the further we got into it –and damn, he took a while- he still hadn't cum and it was getting more and more difficult to keep my teeth out of the way. It was when I accidentally bit him that he gasped and pulled out.
"Okay, well, we'll… we'll work on it." He gave me a reassuring smile, but it didn't keep me from feeling like shit. I sat back and wiped at my mouth. "I'm gonna go take care of this in the bathroom. I'll be right back."
He stood up, and I wanted him to kiss me, but he didn't. We didn't kiss.
Left alone in my friend's bedroom, I quickly grew bored. I stood and changed out of my sticky boxer shorts. I wandered around the room, getting a better look at the little things that he kept around his space to make it his own. I found myself smiling at everything he'd personalized his bedroom with, because everything was just so Phil.
I was getting impatient, and considered shouting to Phil down the hall before I burst out laughing at the thought of how awkward that would be. The idea only made it more tempting, but I couldn't do that to him; he'd never let it go.
I shouldn't have been poking around on the shelves. None of it was my business, but curiosity and boredom overpowered any rationalization. I should've left his things alone, but I didn't realize that until I was already moving to sit back down on the bed.
I looked back to a few scattered books he may never have read, that may have only served the purpose of hiding the pill bottles with his name on them, and some long complicated word on the label that I couldn't identify or remember.
I heard the toilet flush down the hall, and footsteps returning to the room. I stared up at Phil as he came back in, looking relieved and content. He was smiling at me, fondness in his eyes that maybe didn't quite translate to love, but obvious caring at least.
I smiled back, and decided nothing had changed.
