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bury myself in that incredible feeling until my pubes were mashed against his nose.
    I resisted, though, let Craig call the shots as he ran his tongue around the flare of my cock and lapped at my precum. With one hand, he worked the bottom half of my
    shaft, the fingers of the other a cradle around my nuts, occasionally working them as they began to tighten between my thighs. His hands were soft, though unmistakably
    those of a guy, but it was the feel of his mouth on me that was most thrilling.
    “I’ve got my cock in your mouth, Craig,” I told him, his lips stretched taut around the thickness of my shaft. He groaned, sending dull vibrations up into my pelvis.
    Looking down the length of my body, I watched as he pushed the tip of his tongue out between the layers of skin, wetting my dick until it glistened obscenely.
    Glancing behind me, I saw the bulge in his jeans, the evidence of how much I was
    turning him on. It looked uncomfortably confined in the tightness of his skinnies, but JOCK AUCTION | 15
    Craig made no move to adjust himself, his hands refusing to move from between my
    legs.
    “Do you want me to get your dick out?” I asked him, my voice teasing, quiet. He
    squeezed his eyes shut, nodded as much as he could with his mouth so occupied.
    Okay, so I’d looked at other guys’ junk in the locker room, in the showers. I’d seen the dicks of other guys on the football team and on the swim team a couple summers back when I’d spent half my life in the pool. I’d done the usual you-show-me-yours stuff with my cousins, back when we were first getting pubes, and there was still
    something mysterious and confusing about boning up.
    But now…now was the first time I was really curious. Not just a quick sideways
    glance, wondering how you’d compare to whatever soapy guy was showering next to
    you, but full on eagerness to see what Craig had happening down there. It didn’t feel like a gay thing—though I was kinda shelving those questions for the moment, since having your dick in some guy’s mouth seemed pretty gay on the face of it—but, in the heat of this experience, I wanted to understand how Craig was feeling.
    It’s tough to unbutton someone’s skinny jeans when you’re straddling their chest
    at the time—facing the other way, in fact—and you’re pretty desperate not to pull your cock out of their face. I sort of leaned back, chest and stomach taut, and did it by feel, basically looking up at the ceiling and trying not to get too distracted by the tap dance Craig’s tongue was playing on the sensitive triangle where the tip of my cock joined the shaft.
    And okay, so I copped a feel. I guess I knew Craig probably wouldn’t object, and
    just like his mouth was the first guy’s mouth to get wrapped around my dick, his dick was the first I’d actually had the opportunity to touch—at least, without the potential to get knocked out moments later.
    I mean, I know what my own bone feels like when I’m grabbing it through my
    jeans. But someone else’s, that’s weirdly different somehow. Sort of harder and softer all at the same time, and you can’t really get a proper grip or an idea of size or thickness or 16|ALEX PENDRAGON
    whatever from it, because there are a couple of layers of material in the way to make stuff more vague.
    But I could feel it throbbing, feel how it jerked against my fingertips when I
    stroked them down the sides. I managed to snag open the top button, and then it was sort of a case of yanking at the zip until it jagged open. I could slip my fingers in then, get past the denim, and feel the smooth softness of his underwear, tented out by his obvious excitement.
    He moaned again then, and his hips rose up, as if trying to force his cock into my grip. And yeah, it probably counted as pretty gay, but I sort of wanted to help him get off too—altruism undoubtedly fueled by the incredible sensations from my dick as it bucked and ground in his mouth and as he lapped and