J is for Jerking Off

For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

A simple phrase for J, but it can be sexy as hell in the right circumstances.

Jason sat on his bed, looking up at the television screen. He was casting porn from his phone onto the screen in his bedroom so that the breasts in front of him were life-size on the large screen. He stroked his cock slowly, deliberately. He savored the feeling of his hand on himself. He wanted to wait until the woman on the screen was screaming in pleasure. Only then would he let himself have release. He was the same with an actual partner. He would never be the first to cum. He wanted to have his partner’s pleasure first.

The angle of the camera changed, and the woman’s breasts weren’t visible anymore. Instead, her ass was, and Jason watched as a man pressed his large cock against her slit. She was visibly wet, and Jason’s cock throbbed as he watched the man on the screen push his cock inside the woman. She moaned, and Jason moaned with her, slowing his stroke before he came.

The slap, slap, slap of the couple fucking on screen echoed in Jason’s ears. He wanted to be making that sound, but he didn’t have anyone to make that sound with, currently. He had a beautiful roommate, Julia, he would love to have sex with, but he didn’t want to make it awkward between them if she felt differently. So he had kept his attraction to her to himself. But he was an introvert, and bars were so not his thing. He’d tried dating apps with no luck. He was a reasonably attractive guy, but he found it hard to open up to someone.

The couple on the screen changed positions. The woman was on her back now, and the man was pressing his cock back inside her. The woman groaned loudly, and as her moaning got louder, Jason knew she must be close.

He sped up his stroking, feeling his cock throb in his hand. If only there were somewhere better for his cum to go than into the pair of underwear he had on standby.

But then, without warning, a knock sounded at his bedroom door. Fuck. Julia wasn’t supposed to be home. But that was definitely her, yelling through the door. Had he locked it? Probably not. He had been smart enough to jerk off in his bedroom, but apparently not smart enough to lock the door.

He scrambled to turn off the TV, stop casting, and cover his dick all at the same time. But the result was that he accomplished none of that before Julia had the bedroom door open. “Hey, Jason, I’m going to order a pizza…” her voice trailed off when she saw him. His face turned bright red, and so did her’s.

She was frozen in the doorway, and Jason was frozen with his hard cock at attention in front of him, his hands grasping at his phone.

Julia looked at the screen, then back at Jason. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered.

Jason’s stomach sank. She was going to think the worst of him. He just knew it. He expected her to shut the door and never talk to him again.

But she didn’t. She stayed frozen in the doorway, her hand still on the doorknob, gripping tightly.

“No, Julia, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t–” he started to say something, but what, he had no idea.

“No, Jason, it’s your bedroom. I shouldn’t have barged in. I’m sorry.” She was talking to him, but she wasn’t looking at him. Or rather, she wasn’t looking at her face. If he wasn’t mistaken, she hadn’t taken her gaze off of his cock. It bobbed there innocently between them. He had grabbed the underwear to cover himself, even though he’d failed spectacularly. He dropped the underwear and slid his hand back around his cock.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Julia,” he said.

Her gaze was definitely transfixed as he began to slowly stroke his cock again. He couldn’t help it. He was so aroused. He needed to cum. He knew he shouldn’t. It was rude. But she was still standing there in the doorway. She could have shut the door any time. But she didn’t. “D-do you want some help?” she asked, her voice so low he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly.

He took a chance and nodded, hoping that she had said what he thought she said.

She stepped into the room and shut the door behind herself. And then she knelt in front of him, looking up at his cock now, his hand slowly moving up and down on his shaft. She added her hand to his, and then her mouth as he moved his hand away. It was weird that he wasn’t getting her off first, but she was there with her mouth on his cock, and suddenly, that was the only thing that mattered. He vowed that he would make sure to take very good care of Julia when she was done with him. And damn, he had been looking forward to jerking off to the porn on the screen, but this was the best blow job he’d ever had, so no regrets.