Page 19 of Clean Finish

His breath caught. His eyes immediately darted down to my groin. I was trying to sit strategically so he wouldn’t notice my erection, but he probably saw it anyway.

“C-cool,” he breathed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Noice. Cool. S-so, should I…”

He gestured awkwardly at my lap, as if he thought I wanted him to just pull my cock out and go to town. I shook my head.

“I meant we’d start with me giving you a handjob.” I tried to keep my tone light, almost businesslike, as my cock started to leak.

Larkin’s eyes shot back up to meet mine, wide and slightly confused. “Oh. But… I thought…”

“Part of having good sex is knowing what you like. Not just what your partner or partners like.”

He nodded quickly, gazing at me like I was imparting real gems of wisdom here. While I meant what I’d said, I mainly just wanted to stroke his dick. There was a very strong possibility that this would become too real for him after—or during—this, and he’d call the whole thing off. This might be my only chance to touch him.

Of course, there was also the awful possibility that he wouldn’t even be able to get hard for me. He didn’t actually want me. He wasn’t doing this because he was interested in me. This was a means to an end for him.

But it felt like everything to me.

“I mean, I get what you’re saying, but…” He let out a little chuckle. “I jerk myself off, like, all the time, bro. I know how good it feels.”

“It’s different when it’s someone else,” I said hoarsely. “Trust me.”

“Okay,” he croaked, fidgeting restlessly again. Then he blurted, “Is it alright if I… leave my clothes on? Sorry, I’m just… I’m kind of nervous, and—”

“That’s fine.” I gave him a tiny reassuring smile, managing not to convey my disappointment. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. But… well, you’ll have to take your dick out, at least.”

“Yeah, no, I mean, obviously.” He bleated out a nervous laugh, then—making my heart stop—reached down for his fly with trembling fingers.

“I’ll do that,” I said quickly. “You just… relax. Sit back.”

“’Kay.” He shifted back a couple of inches, still mostly perched rigidly on the edge of the couch.

Neither of us moved for a second, before I finally jolted into action, reaching for the lube I’d crept upstairs to grab while he’d been in the shower and stuffed down the side of the couch cushion. Larkin’s eyes flared with nervous excitement when he saw it, and he stopped breathing as I got onto my knees on the floor in front of him.

“You said handjob, right?” he squeaked, clutching the couch cushions either side of him tightly.

“Yes.” I was desperate to suck his dick, but I needed to parcel these experiences out and give him a reason to keep coming back for more ‘lessons.’ “Are you ready for me to touch you?”

He swallowed thickly, but nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Remember your safeword?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. I’m going to touch you now,” I told him calmly, then placed my hands on his knees.

He was trembling. I wanted to pull him into my lap and soothe those nerves away, but that wasn’t why he was here. He wanted to get over these hurdles. He wanted those nerves gone through a different means.

Larkin made a strangled sound in his throat when I spread his knees to fit between them. Before doing anything more, I looked up at him. “You okay?”

He nodded quickly, little fangs gnawing on his lower lip. He was still sitting rigidly upright, so I gently suggested, “Why don’t you sit back? Get comfortable.”

Swallowing, he slowly leaned back until his shoulder blades hit the back of the couch and he was slouched on the cushions, his right knee bouncing rapidly under my palm. My heart thudded hard when I saw the obvious erection in his pants, my own cock pulsing pre-cum into my boxer briefs.

Alright, so he definitely could get hard for me. That was a monumental relief.

When it registered that I was staring at Larkin’s hard dick, my balls tingled and drew up tight. Fuck. He was hard, and I was on my knees in front of him, and I was about to stroke his cock until he came. I’d get to witness it. I’d get to do it.

I’d never, ever believed that this would actually happen.