Cheat Day - Sex Stories

Cheat Day

... you?”

While I obviously could guess he had his own reasons for that, I was not going to make it seem at all like that was an issue. “Of course,” I told him warmly. “I’d be happy just to kiss you. A lot. Like, more than just today.”

He smiled really big, like he’d been waiting to hear that. “Oh my God,” he said in excitement to himself, his hands shaking in happiness. “You want to keep doing this?”

“John, I want to go out with you,” I admitted, going for broke.

John’s smile, impossible as it was, got even bigger, and the emotional lump actually had a tear fall from his eye. With his mouth closed, he emitted some kind of happy hum – “mmnh” – and he nearly leapt forward, kissing me on the mouth.

“I want that. I want that a lot. Yes,” he babbled.

I chuckled, kissing him on the lips a few times, then let him go back to his handiwork.

Jake and Katie had abandoned all pretenses of modesty, and Katie was moaning like a slut. She’d told me before that she got vocal, so I had no idea why I was so surprised to hear her going on like Yoko Ono at an exhibition. I would have stared at them for a bit longer, but I felt John’s heavenly lips wrapped around my cock again, and I lost all interest in them.

John sucked for what felt like eons, his tongue loving my dick in every way it could. His eyes carried more than just lus now – care. Happiness. Fulfillment. And I bet my eyes showed that same feeling back. As bizarre as this situation was, it was also the happiest ...

... and most excited I had felt in so long. John wanted to date me. Hell, John wanted to inhale my scent and get me off with his mouth. This was amazing. I was so happy.

And sure enough, John had gotten me there. I had always sucked with giving The Signal, and I had hoped the squirming, eyes closing, and lip biting was enough of an indicator. As committed as I was to being relatively silent this entire time, I was going to cum. In John’s mouth. I was going to cum in a boy’s mouth, and I loved it.

Experimentally, as I came, I gave a higher-pitched moan. Not one I had ever given while cumming with a girl. This one sounded distinctly gayer. I really liked it, and I hoped John did too. I didn’t know if I was discovering myself, or just doing what I thought was “taboo” or something, but I was seeing stars. John didn’t know how to take me, and after the first rope, he retracted his mouth instinctually, being rewarded with three more ropes of sticky hot cum all over his face. “Oh, fuck… I moaned,” my normal voice returning to me, as I slowly opened my eyes.

John, bless him, looked… less-than-prepared to be covered in my load, and I laughed and immediately moved forward with my shirt. I could just throw it in the wash later. He laughed as I cleaned my load off of his face, then, once he was clean, leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

“Did I do good?” he asked timidly.

I stood him up and embraced him, kissing him deeply on the lips. I was aware of what he just did, but I ...