'Til There Was You - Jerry Cole Page 0,36

as a test.”

“A test?”

“Yeah... a self-confidence test. The old Austin would never have pulled it out under the table. The new, hot Austin doesn’t give a fuck.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at Austin, all the whole ignoring the voice in his head that told him to stop.

“And then what?” Austin gulped, but the slight shift in his tone suggested he was considering.

Finn shrugged but then licked his lips. “Nothing. I just want to see it.”

Austin’s shock was very quickly turning to acceptance. He was no longer blushing, or breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Rather, he wore a sly smile, had his legs uncrossed and was leaning back just enough to give himself easy access. Finn shuffled in his seat so as to block the rest of the bar from view, but the whole time kept his eyes on Austin’s package.

“All right...” Austin said slowly. He moved his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “But just for a moment.” He then undid the button at the top of his jeans, unzipped his pants and quickly shuffled them down.

Finn remained wordless. His eyes were trained on Austin’s crotch; hungry, determined, carefree and not thinking about the consequences. He licked his lips as he felt his heart rate begin to rise. He blinked back the sweat that was beading on his brow. He readied himself...

“Jesus...” Finn exhaled at the sight of Austin’s monster... that was the only word he could think to describe it. He licked his lips again. “Yeah... like I said... confidence isn’t something you should be worried about.”

“Shut up,” Austin said, sounding embarrassed.

“Seriously... goddamn.”

Austin’s cock was huge. Like, really big. Already fully erect, it stood straight up, almost reaching the bottom of the table it was hidden under. Un-circumcised too, the foreskin was forced down the shaft, revealing a purple head that throbbed with every breath that Austin took. Also, there were thick veins snaking their way up the side, no pubic hair to speak of, and a glean to the tip that suggested a little bit of pre-cum had already snuck its way out. The thing was marvelous.

“You’re a bottom, aren’t you?” Finn asked without taking his eyes off the thing.

“Yeah.” Austin’s breathing was deep and slow. Finn could see him trying to decide if he should put it back, or keep it out a little longer.

“Good,” Finn chuckled. “I don’t think you’d really have a choice.”

“Just blow-jobs,” Austin added. “Which I’m all right with. Trust me.” A nervous chuckle and his eyes flicked around the bar again.

The moment had already gone too far... even before Austin’s dick had made an appearance. So as Finn stared at it, as he hungered for it, he wondered if it was worth pushing things a little further. Yes, Austin was a client. But still... Finn loved a good cock, and this was one for the books. He could feel his own pants tightening, his own blood pumping. He was as turned on as he’d ever been.

“And hand-jobs too.” Without warning, Finn reached under the table and wrapped his hand around Austin’s engorged member.

“Whoa!” Austin made to shuffle back, but didn’t. His body tensed, but he didn’t dare move. Rather, he pushed his crotch up a little, and even shuffled for easier access.

Finn kept his hand around Austin’s thick piece. He squeezed slightly and began to move his hand up and down, slowly, up and down, up and down. Austin groaned his pleasure, so Finn leaned forward just a little and allowed for some saliva to fall from his mouth and onto the head. It dangled just above the tip, wrapped around it and then stuck.

“Christ.” Austin’s breathing was heavy and intense.

Finn quickly moved his hand up, running it over the saliva and using that to coat the rest of Austin’s cock. “You like that?” he growled in Austin’s ear.

“God yes,” Austin moaned. His eyes were closed now, his head back, his mouth open as he lost himself in the moment.

“Good.” Finn continued to stroke. He glanced around the bar again, confirming that no one was paying them any mind. And then he continued.

For the next five minutes, Finn sat right beside Austin and stroked his python. Up and down, up and down. He twisted his hand slightly as he went too, and every now and then he’d spit a little more, coat the piece up and then keep going. He could feel the cock pulsating in his hand, he could feel Austin’s leg shaking, his breathing intensifying,