Cheat Day - Sex Stories

Cheat Day

... isn’t this a bit too fast for you?”

John reached forward and kissed me on the lips. “I want to try new things,” he said in a very quiet voice. “I don’t think I’ll ever get confident like this again. I just want to see it.”

I stared at him for a while. “You sure?”

He started to nod slowly, but the nod got more sure over time. I exhaled, standing up off the couch, stealing a look at the other two. I did a double take and nearly fell back onto the couch in surprise.

Katie was laying down on the couch, and Jake was on his knees on the floor. Jake presumably had his head buried between Katie’s legs, although Katie tastefully placed a bundled-up blanket between him and us so we couldn’t see exactly what was happening. That said, the look on Katie’s face gave it all away. She was straining and lightly moaning and biting her lip. Upon seeing me, she made a guilty face. “Is this too weird?” she asked me, though she never took her hands off of the back of Jake’s head.

I didn’t know how to answer. “John wants to see my dick,” I said slowly.

Katie bit her lip and nodded. “Then I guess you should show him, if you want,” she said quietly. “We’ve kinda crossed the line at this point, don’t ya think?” Her eyes turned to John. “How’re you doing?”

John bit his lip. “Ethan is a really good kisser,” he breathed in reply.

Katie turned to me and her smile turned genuine. “Treat him right, Ethan,” she giggled, then closed her eyes and moaned as Jake continued to eat her ...

... out.

Well, whatever. He got to show off his dick. Katie’s pants still being on was basically an impossibility given what was happening. What would have changed with one more pair of pants on the ground? I breathed in and out a few times, loosening my belt, undoing my button, and popping open my fly. Quicker than I thought I would, I thrust my pants to the ground, allowing my dick to spring free.

I always felt too small. I was only around five inches, and if porn was any indication, that was “not enough” or whatever. And yet, when John’s eyes first made contact with my manhood, his eyes sparkled. “Oh, wow…” he murmured. “Can… can I…”

My jaw was quivering in nervousness. “Whatever you do, be slow and… sensual,” I suggested. “Do whatever you want. This is for you.”

Unafraid of his sexuality at this point, John bit his lip and gave a louder-than-usual sex moan. My dick jumped. His voice was so sexy. He gladly hopped off the coach and got on his knees in front of me, slowly taking my dick in his hands and looking it over.

His fingertips grazed along my shaft. Every touch of his was magic. “So soft…” he moaned, enjoying the feeling. His finger reached the end, touching my foreskin, then the head of my dick.

“Ai~ easy,” I cautioned. “The head is really sensitive.”

He nodded without even looking me in the eyes, continuing to study my dick. “I think… it’s perfect…” he moaned quietly, almost to himself. Then, he looked up at me, almost with determination. “Can I do ...