Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... they were already on, and that I needed to cool it with suddenly bringing guys over so often. I smirked.

Abe shrugged, his cheeks burning. “This is a new thing for me,” he told me. “To be honest, I always pictured it would never happen until I hit university, and I was already dating the girl for like two months or something. I don’t normally do this.”

“Well, I def-”

“Yeah, I know you do,” Abe replied with a chuckle. “And, like, maybe I need to get over myself. I guess I over-romanticized it or whatever.”

“No, I think it’s cute,” I admitted. “If you want it to be special, maybe you should go for something like that. It would be a lot of things with me, but it won’t be cute.”

“Well, yeah, but… I’m also a dude, and you’re hot,” he replied with a laugh. “Plus, it’ll probably help to have some experience. Being a virgin on your wedding night will probably suck. And speaking of…”

I flashed him a grin. “Nice,” I chuckled. “So… you’re sure?”

He shrugged, red still painting his face. “As long as you’re okay with… doing it. Do you want me to do anything in return, or…?”

I shook my head. “Like I said, free use,” I explained. “The idea of just doing this and getting you off is cool to me.”

“Then it’s a win-win,” he replied, taking his hands south. His fingertips traced over the waistline of his pants. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and undid the button, standing up and letting his pants fall.

I gasped when his dick sprang – and I mean

sprang

– into ...

... view. With a name like Abraham, I was not shocked at all he was cut, but he was also

packing

. Like, he almost made Greg look small. “Holy shit…” I breathed.

“Yeah, I always wondered why the guys in porn were small,” Abe joked. “Is it too much…?”

“I’ll… have to let you know,” I replied with a slight chuckle, mesmerized. My eyes never left his cock. “I’ve never taken a guy as… I mean… you’re so fucking

big

, dude.” I got off of my chair and onto my knees, shuffling over to him. I reached a hand forward, looking him in the eyes and getting The Nod before putting my hands on it. He jumped a little, but not as much as Drew. “God damn…” I murmured. “How many times do you have to jack off this monster?”

Abe chuckled in confusion. “Uh, once every few days?” he asked in a weirded-out tone. “Why?”

“Just saying, if I had a dick and it was this big, I’d have my hands on it every chance I could.” I started slowly jacking him off; kind of difficult for a cut dick but I made it work. I decided not to tell him how many times I had to masturbate in a day, let alone the fact I sometimes did it to his profile pictures.

His dick felt

heavy

in my hands. I could feel its heft and warmth, and the

veins

… if “aesthetic dick” was a competition in the Media Gang, Abe won, hands down. Drew would have won “cutest in show,” and Greg… I dunno, first place for being my first, I guess? I shook my head, clearing the other two from my thoughts, and moved my head forwards, ...