Anderson Boulevard

Elliot's POV

I waited three days after catching him watching me and Shane before I confronted him. He'd been avoiding us since it happened, scurrying through the house like a scared mouse. I couldn't stop thinking about the narrow, hot look in his eye as he watched Shane worshiping my cock, as he did frequently. Jordan wouldn't have had a good view of the action but I couldn't adjust without alerting Shane. He would have scared Jordan away but I liked him there, the little mouse.

I knocked on his bedroom door and hoped he wouldn't hide. I wanted more of him and I was quite used to getting what I wanted.

After almost a minute of waiting, the door slowly clicked open. Jordan looked at me with wide, nearly terrified eyes through a four inch gap in the door. "Hi," he said, his voice small.

I smiled and tried not to make it look as hungry for him as I felt. "Hey. Can I come in?"

He seemed to think about this, surely trying to rake his brain for some polite reason to say no. But eventually, he gives up and sighs, opening the door wider for me to step in. "Sure."

"Uh, so. What's up?" he asked, frantically tossing dirty laundry from the floor into a hamper by his desk. I wasn't sure if this was because he was embarrassed by the mess, or if he was just looking for an excuse not to look at me.

I leaned my back against the door, making it a point to give him as much space as I could. He was a beautiful, handsome, nervous mess.

He was only a thin hair shorter than me with scruffy brown hair and a clean shave, a sharp jaw and anxious green eyes. His body was usually hidden behind thick hoodies but when he only wore a t-shirt, I could see the promise of the muscles underneath. During one of our chats, he mentioned that he liked to run. He had the long legs for it, the thick thighs and a lean body built for endurance that he refused to show off, for some reason.

"Just wanted to know if you enjoyed the show?" I asked and I knew it was too forward for the little mouse but I couldn't help myself.

His face went tomato red immediately. "I'm really sorry about that. I've never done anything like that before. I swear, it won't happen again." His horrified ramblings were falling out of him so quickly it was almost incoherent.

I tried to hide my own amusement because he'd think I was laughing at him. I wasn't. I was just delighted at how adorable he was. "I don't mind if it happens again," I assured him carefully, fully aware that this was a risk that might not land where I want it to. "In fact, you'd be more than welcome to join if you'd like. We don't mind sharing."

He opened his mouth then shut it again, stammering like a wordless fish. "I think... that's probably a bad idea," he finally said.

"Oh? You looked like you were going to start pushing Shane out of the way to take his spot. For a second, I thought you might try. But you're not interested?" I tried not to look unbearably disappointed but I was sure I failed miserably.

"It's just..." he trailed off before taking a breath, his eyes sealed shut so that he wouldn't have to look at me when he said, "I've never done that... been with a guy, I mean."

"Ah. Is this a grand moment of self discovery then?"

"Not really. I've known for a couple of years that I'm gay, I just haven't... like, figured out how to talk to guys, I guess?"

"You're talking to me just fine."

He scoffed. "I'm talking. I wouldn't say I'm doing fine. I'd say I've made myself look like a complete idiot. And a creep."

"None of those things," I assured him, taking one tentative step forward. Jordan noticed, his eyes glancing frantically at the new place I took up, but he didn't move away. "I thought it was really hot, you watching like that. I hadn't cum that hard in a long time."

Another bloom of blush rushed to his cheeks but once it settled, he cleared his throat and his eyes found mine. "Really?"

I nodded. "And it's nothing to be embarrassed about, not having been with a guy before. We all start somewhere. Plus, I'm a great teacher," I grinned. "We could start with the things you've done before and go from there."

He looked apprehensive but curious. A little mouse peaking his head out of a hiding place when he smells the cheese. "Like what?"

"Well, surely, you've kissed somebody before?" I asked.

Jordan nodded.

"And have you ever gotten a blow job?"

Again, he nodded.

I couldn't bite back a smile, heat pooling low in my stomach as my limbs all itched to reach for him. But I had to move slow, I had to be gentle with my little mouse.

"So we could start there and then if you're having a good time, we could find other things you might want to try. If you aren't having a good time, we stop no questions asked and we can pretend like it never happened," I promised him, my smile breaking into a full on too-eager grin. "But I haven't had any complains before."

Jordan took a minute to think it through, his thoughts moving wildly behind his eyes before he, eventually, nodded and said, "Okay. You mean, like, now?"

"Ideally," I said with a little shrug. "But the offer doesn't expire, if you want to think on it."

"I don't," he muttered. "Need to think about it, I mean. I just... don't really know what to do."

My heart thudded hard in my chest. "You could kiss me. That would be a good start."

It took him a few moments to work up the courage, but he eventually took the two steps forward to close the distance between us and clutched a fist full of my t-shirt, pulling me all the way into him. There was a brief breath of hesitation before he tilted his chin up and our lips connected.

I was fully prepared to take my time with this kiss, let him take the lead and respond accordingly. But once our lips connected, it was like all the nerves eased out of him and all that was left was his curiosity, his hunger.

He opened his mouth, eagerly sliding his tongue between my lips with a boldness that took me completely by surprise. I responded, opening my mouth for him, sliding my fingers through his hair. His body relaxed against mine as he groaned into my mouth. Tentatively, I put one hand on his hip and guided him until his body was pressed against the wall and it earned another groan from the base of his throat that vibrated through my lips.

"So gorgeous," I murmured against him. "So fucking sweet."

My knees went weak the second I felt him getting hard against my leg. I slowly lifted my thigh to press against him and felt his hips respond, slowly grinding himself on me.

What I really wanted was to bend him over the desk and fuck his brains out. But Jordan needed patience and I could be patient. I could take my time.

"You want more?" I asked, roaming my mouth against the sharp edge of his jaw.

He nodded.

"I need you to say it," I told him. "Tell me what you want."

"What you said before," he muttered, his voice breathless and whispy.

I gently scraped my teeth over the hinge of his jaw and felt him shudder at the touch. "Say it."

While he worked up the courage, I kissed my way along his jaw up to his ear and experimented with a soft nibble at his lobe that earned me another shuddering breath.

"I want you to suck my cock," he groaned. Hearing all those vulgar words coming out of his innocent mouth nearly had me cumming in my pants. I braced myself against him, taking some breaths to calm down my overeager prick, then kissed him again. Harder this time.

"Your wish is my command," I murmured against his ear as I slid his thin t-shirt up over his body, tossing it somewhere behind me. My hands were frantic, desperate as I slid his sweat pants down his thighs. My body was reacting to him as if I'd never seen a man naked for me before. As if I couldn't have Shane or Lewis any time I wanted.

I kissed the soft lines of his chest as I knelt down in front of him and then I kissed the giant bulge at the front of his maroon boxer briefs. Open mouthed and wet, creating a dark spot in the fabric. I felt Jordan's thighs starting to shake, his soft panting.

When I freed his cock, pulling his boxers and sweat pants completely off until he was naked for me, I stared at it for far too long. It had to have been at least ten inches, pulsing and hard in my fist that barely fit around its girth. The round mushroom head was an angry red, shiny with precum, staring right at me as if daring me to fit the entire thing down my throat.

"Is it okay?" Jordan asked, some of his nerves coming back when I was still for too long.

"It's perfect," I assured him, offering a light kiss to the tip, coating my lips with precum and he sucked in a breath through his teeth. "I think this is the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

A soft chuckle escaped him. "Shut up."

I wrapped my fist around the shaft, soft skin pulsing hard in my palm, and started to stroke him. "I'm serious."

Maybe he would have said more but when I wrapped my lips around the head and started sucking, all his thoughts turned into deep, breathy groans. "Fuck," he mumbled as I ran my tongue along the underside, pushing more of him into my mouth. I was so greedy for it, wanting to feel every fucking inch of him in my throat.

While one hand continued to stroke the base, my other experimentally cupped his balls and found he seemed to enjoy that. I gave them a gentle squeeze and he responded with a curse muttered through clenched teeth.

My dick was painfully hard in my joggers but I ignored it. I needed to make this a good experience for Jordan. Needed him to want to come back for more. I needed more of him. I sucked on his shaft, moving my mouth slowly at first back and forth against him as my throat adjusted to the invasion.

"Feels really fucking good," he moaned.

Once I'd gotten used to his size the best I could, I started picking up my pace, fighting back my gag reflex until my nose was buried in his short, trimmed pubes. It was painful and I could only keep him there for a second before I had to release. A stream of spit followed, connecting my mouth to the tip of his cock. I took two breaths and then started sucking again, quicker and as deep as I could.

I used all the spit I was creating to coat his balls, moving them around my palm, playing with them absently as I focused my attention on making Jordan cum as hard as I possibly could. His thighs were shaking so hard I thought he might collapse.

"I'm... I'm close," he confirmed my suspicions, one hand squeezing the life out of my shoulder.

I buried his cock in my throat again, forced it down for a second longer than before. "Oh god oh fuck I'm... Elliot, I'm gonna-" his mumblings were interrupted by a guttural moan as he emptied his load down my throat. I kept my mouth on him, swallowing every drop, holding his weight against the wall.

I held him in my mouth until he became too sensitive and nudged me off.

I caught my breath then stood back up, wiping my mouth just before he fisted my t-shirt and pulled me back in for another open mouthed kiss. Like he wanted to suck the taste of his own cum out of my mouth.

"I need to cum," I rasped out against his mouth as I palmed my own erection through the soft fabric of my joggers. "You want to watch?"

He nodded vigorously.

Without any preamble, I pulled down my own pants and boxers then sat at the edge of his bed to lean back and let him get a good look at me. It wasn't the monster cock he had between his legs but it was a solid eight inches and almost as thick as his. I started stroking myself, using the plentiful precum to lube my fist.

I'd been so careful not to scare him away before. I was so gentle, so soft. All of that effort was melting away from me now as I felt my own pleasure building and words started falling out of me before I could catch them or worry about it being too much.

"I want to fuck you so bad," I heard myself saying, watching him watch me the same way he did the other day. His eyes were wide and still, following my hand as it pumped up and down on my cock like he was a cat following a laser. "I'd start slow, get you nice and ready for me."

Jordan swallowed, taking a careful step closer. "How?" he asked.

"I'd start by tongue fucking that little hole. Get it nice and wet before I use my fingers to stretch you out, get you ready for my cock. You think you could take me?"

He swallowed, still staring unblinking at my cock as it pulsed in my hand. "It's really big."

"It'll feel good," I promised him as the pressure started to build. Just imagining myself inside of him, the kinds of sounds he would make for me as I pounded into him, was pushing me over the edge. "I'll make you feel so fucking good. Fuck!"

My orgasm hit me in one large burst, firing off one load onto my t-shirt while the rest oozed over my hand. My eyes had fluttered shut in the midst of the white hot pleasure, so I didn't realize that Jordan had stepped closer, gripped my wrist in his large hand. My gaze landed on him just in time to watch him slowly, tentatively, raise my hand to his mouth where he sucked one of my cum soaked fingers into his mouth. And then the next, sucking every finger and then lapping at my palm until there was not a single trace of cum left on my hand.

Once he swallowed his last drop, his eyes met mine and his cheeks went a little red. "Was that weird?" he asked like he was just realizing what he'd done.

I shook my head. It wasn't weird. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life. A lazy grin spread across my face. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."