Well, it’s not like I learned my lesson. Yeah, I saw all the warnings on Reddit for people telling me “don’t shit where you eat” but I’m having fun with these teases and he seems to like them as well. I mean, he’s not had any issues so far, and the fact that I’ve given him head twice isn’t a bad thing. It’s not like we’re getting married.
I saw Alex at work for the first time since I had given him a second BJ by stopping by his apartment unannounced. He was sitting in the break room with a few others as I was getting ready to clock in for the day. I smiled at him, he gave me a bit of a smile and a nod, and we didn’t say anything. I didn’t want the others to suspect anything at all.
The other two left, and then he stood up to leave as well, but he walked over toward me with his water bottle in his hand. I was standing near the water, so it made sense. He smiled and nodded again, even though nobody was in the room, he was being respectful of the whole “never talk about this again” situation I presented him with the other day.
I started walking toward him, which was toward the exit, and I briefly stopped him by catching his bicep and whispered in his ear, “next time, don’t grab my hair.” I kept walking. He turned around and had another confused look on his face. I’m used to that by now.
I wasn’t even 10 feet away and I got a text from him, that just said, “Is there going to be a next time?”
I put away my phone. I didn’t want to give him anything to feed off of, and I liked the idea of torturing him a bit. I went on with my work day, thinking back on how I had now hooked up with guys 3 days in a row, and it was making me daydream a bit more than is usual.
My kids go over to a friend’s house after school if I’m working late, which tonight I was. There are a few parents at the school that have volunteered for this job since our kids get along and they’re trying to help me out as a single mom. She knew I was going to come get the kids around 8:15, since I was going to be getting off at 8 this night.
My manager found me and told me I was able to leave early today if I wanted to. It was about 7:30 and I thought it would be great to get my kids a half hour earlier tonight so we could spend a bit of time together.
I jumped in my car and started texting my daughter, letting her know that I’d be a bit early, and she told me that she was still working on a group project with her friend, and that her brother was playing video games, so it would be better to pick them up at 8:15 or maybe even 8:30.
I was a bit bummed. I don’t get to see them as much as I used to, but we’re doing our best. I also didn’t want to drive home then just wait around for 15 minutes to have to leave again. So, I just sat there in the parking lot messaging a few of the Tinder guys about potentially meeting up this weekend.
Talking to these guys made me horny again, and while I was responding to texts, I saw the one from Alex earlier. I finally popped it open and asked if I could stop by. He replied and told me I can come over literally any time I want.
I drove over to his place. I walked up and as I was about to knock, he opened the door. He was obviously just waiting for me. I walked in and told him that I don’t want to come over unannounced in case he had another girl over. He told me not to worry about that as he laughed, telling me that there’s really not a chance of that happening, so the invitation to come over whenever I want still stands.
He asked me what’s going on, why I wanted to come over. I smiled and nodded down, looking at his crotch. He smiled and asked, “really?” I shook my head and walked over to the chair and pointed, telling him to sit down. He walked over, and before he could sit, I stopped him and slid my hand down his pants. It was fairly easy since he was wearing sweatpants. I pulled them down and pushed him into the chair.
I slid them all the way off and tossed them to the side. I looked at my watch. It was 7:55 and the kids were 10 minutes away. I had 15-20 minutes. I said, “I’ve only got ten minutes. Is that ok?” while I started stroking his cock. He told me that was more than enough time and smiled.
I grabbed him hard and then slid him into my mouth after a few strokes. He let out a breath and a small moan, and then I started sucking on him quicker. I’m not sure if I enjoy the repetitive motions better or when I mix things up. I think I like them better separately, and I’m starting to be able to tell what Alex likes too. This sort of appeals to me for a minute; understanding what one person likes, but then I realized that I really don’t want to be tied down again and I kept going.
He was fast. He started moaning, his butt started lifting off the seat a bit, and then he came. I was feeling a bit more playful than usual, maybe it was because I knew I still had a bit of time left, but I just kept sucking the tip of his dick for a little longer, but I did it super slowly because when I did it quicker, he started yelping again, but when I would go slowly, he just moaned.
Once I could tell he had enough, I got up, grabbed his pants and tossed them to him, and started walking out. He threw his underwear on quickly, and he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. He asked why I’m doing this for him. He said he doesn’t deserve it, that he’s not fighting it in any way, but he just doesn’t understand.
I thought about it for a second, not knowing what to say. I didn’t know either. Why have I sucked this young guy’s cock three separate times now, and have asked for nothing back? No, demanded nothing back. I don’t know, myself.
So my answer was simple, I told him, “Because I just like sucking your cock,” with a stupid smirk on my face, and I shrugged my shoulders. Then I added, “is that okay?”
He enthusiastically said of course, and then he asked what he could do to return the favor. I told him the best thing he can do is to keep quiet and let me do what I want to do, when I want to do it. I told him that if he can stick to this, that it might happen again. Then I looked at my watch and told him I had to leave. He said he loved it, he just felt guilty. I told him that it seems like we’re both in the same boat, that we both like this so why not?
I quickly walked down to my car and jumped in. I drove over to get the kids and they still weren’t ready to leave quite yet. It was kind of nice, I had a little opportunity to chat with my friend while my daughter finished up the project. We made it back a little later than I had wanted, but I was happy that the kids were happy, and it was great to get to catch up.