Homeschool

"Like this?" I asked, brushing my fingers over smooth flesh.



Chazz shook his head, no, but the heat from his gaze said otherwise.



"Nipples first," he whispered, "and don't be gentle."



I licked the tips of my fingers, then rubbed around the pink peaks, tweaking and pinching one, and then the other until they stood erect and rosy from the attention.



"Beautiful," he said, running his tongue across his lower lip, then drawing it in with his teeth and sucking on it.



"What do you want now?" I asked, already knowing what his answer would be.



"Balls," he said, his eyes trailing down my flushed abdomen, then lower. I slid my hand down until I encountered the soft, warm flesh of them. I ghosted my fingers across the scant hair, feeling them tighten; then I rolled them around in my palm, tugging gently at the soft skin.



"Oh yeah," he moaned, "just like that." I tugged again, less gently, and he let out a strangled whimper. I ran my fingernails whisper-soft down the crease where leg meets torso and was rewarded with a shiver.



"Oh fuck, Jimmy, this is so hot."



"Really?" I asked, letting my legs fall open.



"Touch it," he hissed, eyes practically rolling back into his head, "grab it before I take it and finish it off, myself."



"Kiss me first," I said, licking my lips in anticipation of the pressure from his mouth.



"Ah, but that's cheating," he said, leaning closer anyway.



"Please?" I pouted, wriggling invitingly beside him. I smiled smugly when he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me with an urgency that raised gooseflesh down my arms, but when I wrapped my arms around his neck, he shook his head and pulled away.



"You're not supposed to touch me, just yourself."



"You do it," I begged, "you're better at it."



"That's just because I've spent years honing that skill. I practically have calluses."



"Kiss me while I do it, then."



"No, I want to watch."



"Well, I can't do it while you're staring at me."



"Here," he said, "I'll make it easier for you." He leaned over me to reach into his track bag and pulled out a little bottle. "Give me your hand."



"What is it?"



"Lube," he said, grinning, as he poured a healthy amount into my waiting palm. "This will figure prominently in later lessons."



I looked at him, questioningly, but he was staring off into the distance, a dreamy look in his eyes.



"Aaaand?" I prompted.



"Oh!" he said, back in the moment, "Use it. Grab that monkey and spank it."



I rolled my eyes, but obediently rubbed my lubed up hand over my erection. Chazz lay back down beside me, head on his hand, and eyes intent on what I was doing. I sighed and pulled my hand away.



"I can't do this while you're looking. I feel like a total dork."



"You're kidding me, right? Jimmy," he said, taking in my sprawled, sweaty form, "you're fucking gorgeous, dude. I could stare at you like this all day. Except, of course, that my dick would explode." He made a detonation sound and mimed the debris raining down on top of me.



I smiled, but couldn't help still feeling self-conscious.



"Here," he said, taking my hand, "I'll help you get started."



He took my palm and wrapped it around my now-slick cock, then placed his hand over my own.



"Just do what feels natural: up, down, twist, squeeze."



Our hands moved in tandem, pulling up on my hard length, then pressing down, Chazz's thumb pushing against mine, showing me where I should squeeze and constrict, and where a gentler touch was needed.



I laid my head back and shut my eyes, concentrating on the sensations, and trying to ignore the fact that not only was I wanking off, but I was doing it in front of Chazz. Despite his refusal to kiss me, his lips were soon on my neck, and I tilted my head to give him full access.



Wow, it sure felt different with lubrication. Way different! In no time, with Chazz's help, my hand was quickening along with my pulse. Despite the fact that it was my own hand doing the work, it really didn't feel very different from what we had done in the shower the week before. That, and the fact that he was breathing heavily in my ear and pressing his cock into my thigh.



At some point his hand fell away from mine, but my legs were already tensing and my hips were pressing into it. I turned my head towards Chazz, and his lips found mine in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss.



I'm doing it! I thought, I'm really doing it!



"So hot," he moaned into my mouth, and I was coming.



All over myself.



Because of myself!



All by myself! Well, sort of.



"Nice work, princess," Chazz said into my neck.



"Thanks," I said proudly, while sinking back into the bed. Chazz ran a finger through the mess on my belly and held it up to my mouth.



"You've GOT to be kidding me," I said, nose wrinkling in disgust.



"Your loss," he shrugged, then ran his finger over his bottom lip before licking it off. I stared, incredulous.



"That is possibly the grossest and hottest thing I have ever seen."



"Wrap you mind around it, Blondie, because it's part of tomorrow's lesson."



"Really?" I asked, intrigued and horrified at the same time.



"Yeah, but first things first," he said, drilling a hole in my leg with his boner, "do you think you could help a guy out here?"



I rolled on top of him, my legs straddling his. I took a good, long look at his mouth before lowering my head and pressing my lips to his. He rolled his hips under me, pressing his cock through the sticky mess on my stomach, then moaned and cupped my ass, pulling me more closely against him.



"Wait!" I said, breaking the kiss, "maybe I want to see you … do it yourself."



"What's the rush? Come back this afternoon for the daily matinee. Plus," he said, nuzzling my neck, "you're here, naked, and on top of me. Now that I have you in my grasp, I don't want to let go."



"Good," I said, "I wasn't planning on going anywhere."



We stared at each other for a moment, something deep, and meaningful passing between us.



"How are your hands?"



I sat up and looked at them. "Fine," I said, giving them an experimental flex.



"Good, because my beefy man-stick is dying of neglect."



I laughed and insinuated a hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his 'man-stick.'

The hands on my ass squeezed tighter.



"I love you, Jimmy."



"Yeah, when I'm touching your dick."



He nodded, smiling. "ESPECIALLY when you're touching my dick!"



I smiled back. He was an oaf and a douche-bag, and I loved him, too.