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Lesson One: The Handjob

He walked me down to his car and the car ride was relatively silent. I didn’t know what to say and I don’t think he did either. I was thinking about the lessons he’d be giving me. At least I’d be able to cheat, that much was true. Carmen was a bitch and she deserved me cheating on her when we were married. Wow. I’d have… masters? That sounded awkward. I’d have male mistresses.

When we got to my car, I looked over at him, “Thanks… for everything,” I slowly stepped out of the car and he smiled at me.

“Just stop by any time. You know where I live. And if I’m not home, leave Maurice a message. I’ll see you soon,” he smiled and drove off.

It was at that moment that I realized. I didn’t pay him. My eyes widened and I was going to run after him, but he was far away. And in a car, no less. I’d never be able to chase after him in a car. I felt horrible for not paying him, even if he didn’t ask for it. It was still a job for him. He needed to be paid.

So the following night, I made my way back to his apartment with the full 400 in hand. He’d get the money he deserved. As I walked in, I made my way to Maurice, “Is Brendon in?”

“Let me check,” he pressed a button twice and a voice came on, ‘Hello?’ “Hey, Brendon, it’s Maurice. Are you still with Max?” ‘Yeah, but we’re almost done. Why?’ “I have someone down here asking for you.” ‘Oh, do I? Tell him I’ll be right down.’ “Sure thing,” he looked at me and smiled, “He’ll be right down.”

There was a ping of jealousy that ran down my spine. But why was I jealous? This was his job. He had sex with people for money. I had no reason to be jealous. I didn’t like him anyway. Not like that. I found him sexy as fuck, but I didn’t like him. It was shortly after that the elevator door opened.

“You know I’m always here for you, Max. I’m glad I could help,” he smiled.

The other male nodded, “It means a lot… You’re a good friend, Bren…” he hugged him and smiled as he let go, “Thanks for listening.”

“Yeah, I hate to cut it short though. Duty calls. If you do need anything, just call me up and we’ll meet up again. I’m always here for your venting and ranting,” he chuckled, “Contrary to your belief, Max, I enjoy listening to you vent because it makes you feel better.”

He smiled, “Yeah. I’ll see you soon,” he waved and walked off.

Brendon’s eyes then landed on me. And I wasn’t jealous anymore. Max wasn’t even a fuck. He was a friend. A friend. I had to get used to this whole idea that Brendon was more than just an escort. He was a person. And I watched as his eyes widened, “Ryan. I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, not that I’m complaining. Here for your first lesson?”

“No,” I stood. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe in a week or something. I held out the envelope, “I came to give you your money from last night because I forgot.”

He shrugged, pushing it back at me, “On the house. How about we go do your first lesson while we’re both here and both free?”

I hesitated. That wasn’t why I’d come back. I wasn’t sure if I’d be ready for this first lesson. I didn’t even know what the lesson would be. I watched as he gestured to the elevator. Hesitantly, I followed him up to his apartment. He put his hand on the small of my back and led me over to the couch, “Okay, this first lesson is the crotch rub and the handjob.”

Crotch rub? Well, that didn’t sound too bad. And handjob? I’d never touched a penis, except my own. I’d never even thought about giving a handjob, even though it probably wasn’t much different than touching myself. I nodded slowly, “I’ve never…”

He chuckled, “I know,” he moved over to me and leaned over to kiss my neck. He slid his hand across my back and I gasped. What was he doing? He climbed onto my lap and used his other hand to start rubbing my hip. Oh, he was turning me on. Okay, well, I had no problems with that. And it didn’t take very long. He pulled my shirt down slightly to kiss my collarbone as he rocked his hips against my crotch.

I moaned softly and he pulled away. He looked down and smiled, “Good, there we go,” he climbed off and sat down next to me. I pouted at him and he smirked, “Sorry, had to get you hard to touch you. You’re adorable when you pout.”

“So… Why did you get me hard if I’m the one learning the lesson? Shouldn’t you be hard so I can touch you?” and then I gasped because his hand was on my crotch and he was rubbing it. My face turned bright red and I pursed my lips.

“Pay attention to what I’m doing so that you can do it to me,” and that was going to be too hard to do, considering he was rubbing me pretty hard over the pants. I arched my back, moaning softly, trying to keep my eyes on his hand. I whimpered softly as he kept going. I grabbed his shoulder as I felt myself reaching my climax.

“I… Oh… Ohhhh…” I moaned, “Brendon… I can’t… I can’t watch…” my back arched more as he continued rubbing. He slipped my legs open and moved his hand up and down my crotch before he kept rubbing the actual shaft part over the pants. I bucked my hips into his hand and he grinned. He pushed his hand harder over my crotch as he rubbed, so every time my hips rocked into his hand, it made the pleasure better.

Soon enough, I bucked up really harshly into his hand and he laughed as he rubbed harder, getting me through my orgasm, allowing me to ride it into his hand. Once I was done, he pulled his hand away and chuckled, “See, now if you ever want to get away with one of these in public, make sure he doesn’t do… well, that,” he grinned, “So did you watch what I did?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, “Kinda…”

“Okay, I want you to do what I did to you on me,” he nodded. I wasn’t sure what to do. I mean, I knew that he wanted me to do what he did to me, but how was I going to get him hard? I didn’t know how to make him hard. He laughed a little, “Okay, my weak spots are my neck and my wrists.”

I bit my lip and awkwardly leaned over to kiss him on the neck. He moaned softly and I grabbed his hand and rubbed my thumb over his wrist as I kissed his neck. He moaned and I felt his other arm wrap around me tightly. I kept kissing his neck, nibbling at it. I then remembered what he did and I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. The more I kissed his neck, the harder I felt him become. I started rocking my hips into his and I felt it get harder.

Once it was hard enough, I pulled away from him. But he didn’t have such good restraint. He then pushed me down against the couch and pressed his lips against mine. I gasped and pushed him off, “Wait.”

He stared into my eyes lustfully, “Right. Fuck. Sorry,” he got up and sat down, “Okay, go ahead…” so I did exactly what he did to me. And it got me hard, watching him moan and buck his hips. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing the same things he was. But this… this was really hot. I was so turned on just by watching me get him off. If I had any thoughts in my head telling me I wasn’t gay before, well… they were all gone now.

Because this… this was hot beyond comprehension. And then he climaxed and my hand rode him through it. He sighed in contentment with his head resting on the back of the couch, “Mmm… That was pretty damn good, Ryan. For your first time, I gotta say…”

I blushed, “Thanks…” I murmured, biting my lip. I still hadn’t technically touched his penis, but I did get him off. So that’s a step up, right? I could always try my hand at some homework with other guys. Go to a club and touch him, see if it works.

Afterward, he looked down and saw that I was hard, “Looks like I don’t have to do much work to show you your next lesson. Stand up,” he stood and so did I. I forgot that there was a second part to the lesson. As I stood, he unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants and boxers down. I blushed at the semen that was covering my entire crotch. He grinned, “Okay, so this isn’t part of the lesson, but I just… feel like doing this. It’ll feel good, I promise,” he knelt down and licked the come off of me. I gasped, and grabbed onto his shoulder, moaning. My grip was really hard and I knew that.

He then pushed me down onto the couch, “Okay,” he sat down, placing his hand on the base of my shaft, “It might be harder than before to watch what my hand is doing, but I need you to at least feel what I’m doing at the very least so you can try it on me,” and I pursed my lips. He started to move his hand and I gasped, gripping onto the couch cushions underneath me. I stared at his hand on my penis, trying to keep my focus.

He kept stroking and it was getting harder for me to focus. After a few quick strokes with his thumb caressing the head, I was done. I couldn’t focus anymore. I threw my head back and bucked my hips into his hand, “Ah! Fuck!” I cursed and he kept going. Then he placed his free hand on my balls, gently tugging on them, cupping them, etc. I moaned and his finger grazed over the tip again, feeling the pre-come leaking out.

He kept going at it, stroking, squeezing, massaging. And yeah, I was gone. I couldn’t focus, not even on what his hand was doing to me. It wasn’t registering. I couldn’t concentrate. I moved my hand to his shoulder and just gripped it, hard. He laughed softly and moans kept escaping my lips. He kept going at it, his stroking getting faster and rougher, his hands on my balls getting slightly more passionate. I could barely handle it anymore, “Ung. I’m gonna…” and there it went. It spilled over the tip and all over his hand. He kept going though until it was all out. When I had finished, I collapsed back onto the couch and he moved his hand.

“And for good measure…” I opened my eyes and looked at him, “Lick your hand,” he licked the come off his hand, “And kiss him,” he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I had never tasted come in my life, but I guess there was a first for everything. It was a little weird to be tasting my own come. I had never thought to taste my own.

He pulled away and grinned, “So, you don’t have to do anything to make me hard this time. Cause uh… Have you heard yourself moan? It’s the sexiest damn thing I think I’ve ever seen… and I’m an escort.”

I blushed and bit my lip. He stood and I stood with him. I pulled down his pants and boxers and looked at him, “Should I… do what… you did?”

“Lick off the come?” he asked with a smirk, “Up to you. You remember how it felt.”

If my face could get any redder, I’m pretty sure it just did. I went down to my knees and held onto his hips as I licked the come off of his crotch. He moaned, holding onto my hair. I gasped, but that was okay. I kinda liked it. I then pushed him back down onto the couch. I stood up and sat down next to him before I placed my hand at the base of his shaft. He grinned at me and I started off, trying to do exactly what he did to me.

His moaning, the bucking of his hips, everything… I could barely contain my own moans. Why was this turning him on so much? I bit my lip and I kept stroking. He kept bucking his hips into my hand. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt for me. Soon enough, his precome was leaking out and I kept going, faster, rougher, and with my unoccupied hand on his ball sack. He moaned even louder, continuing to rock and buck his hips. I was enjoying this way more than I should have.

And then he came, “Ungh, Ryan…” he moaned out my name as the semen came spilling out on my hands and all over his thighs. Once he was done, I took off my hand and licked it, leaning over to kiss him on the lips. He took it gladly and then pushed me back onto the couch. He leaned down to pull my pants all the way off, as well as his own. He moved back on top of me and yanked off my shirt. He pressed his lips to my own.

I moaned as his hands roamed my now-bare torso. He gripped my hipbones and pushed his body down onto mine. I moaned as I slipped my hands under his shirt. I pulled away from the kiss to pull his shirt off. I then flipped us over, causing us to fall to the ground. But I was on top. I moved down to kiss his neck. He moaned and I grinned against his skin. I started to nibble at it, using my hands to roam his chest and his hips.
“Mmmm…” Brendon moaned as he arched his back, tilting his head to make it easier for me. I then moved my face down to nip at his collar bone and he moaned more. He liked this and I like that he liked it. I moved my hand down to his dick and started to rub it until I felt it get harder, my lips still on his neck, “Ugh, you’re killing me,” he moaned out, arching his back more.

He flipped me over and attacked my lips with his own. He grabbed the lube from under the couch and slicked his fingers and his dick up. He pressed his lips to mine and shoved one finger inside. I gasped, arching my back. He hit the spot immediately and I moaned loudly. He smirked against my lips, “You’re so… ung…” he moaned as he shoved a second finger in. He thrusted them in and out and I kept moaning louder and louder. And then a third finger and I gasped. He groaned and I could tell he wanted in. I wanted him in too.

And then he pulled the fingers out and pushed himself in. I groaned and bucked my hips up so that he went all the way in. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders and I moaned even louder. He kept thrusting in and out, moaning as he did so. His thrusts got faster and rougher and I didn’t even care. In fact, hell, I LOVED it. He kept going and then as he moaned my name, he moved his hand down to my cock and started to stroke it.

I bucked my hips up into his hand and his dick went further in. I moaned louder as his thrusts matched his stroking. My hips started to match his rhythm and we were going at an even pace. I moved my hand to his back and gripped onto the skin on his shoulder, probably creating marks. But I didn’t care, not right now. Soon enough, I felt his thrusts get even faster and sporadic and he cursed, “Fuck. Ryan!” he came inside me… Inside me. Fuck. No condom. We didn’t use a condom. But it’s okay, right? Yeah, it’s fine.

He rode out his orgasm and I came shortly after. We rode it out together and, hot damn, that was even better than last night. I couldn’t even believe it. He finally pulled out, his warm come spilling all over my thighs and out of my ass. I smiled in contentment. He let down his hand to me. I grabbed it and he helped me up, “We should… get cleaned up. You should go.”

“Yeah, I should…” I agreed. I went to my pants and grabbed 800. I handed it to him. He took it and counted it, handing me back 400.

“Last night was on the house. Do you want to shower?”

“No, I’ll just clean up… down here… and then I’ll go.”

“Sure, yeah… That works. I’m going to go shower then. Here’s my card so you can call me or something to make sure I’m free next time,” he went over to his nightstand and came back with a card, handing it to me. I pocketed it before I began cleaning myself off. He then left to go into the bathroom. Once I was clean, I turned out the door. I looked back behind myself for a moment. I walked out and headed down to my car. I wasn’t intending today to be a lesson. But damn, I didn’t regret a second of it. It was fucking amazing. And I couldn’t wait for lesson two.

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A/N: More smut! I hope you enjoyed! Haha. There was lots and lots of smut in this chapter. They spent most of it naked. Haha. I'm loving how many people love this story! Three reviews means next update! :heart: