Strawberry daquiri

Chapter 2 - his method

Mr Hush is red-faced and dazed, and he pants like he's lost a lung. He has just had the best orgasm of his life.
He looks down at the culprit, who looks up at him and licks his lips like a cat after a bowl of cream.
"Oh... Oh my... God... How did you... ?" As he stumbles over his words his little angel is standing up, not the slightest bit flushed.
"Shush."
He shares his taste with him with a kiss, his mouth soft and hot, and he feels the guy melt into him.
"You were so good. Shit, you were the best."
"I aim to please."
"Well, you did."
"I just wanted to make you feel good." A statement rife with suggestion and intent.
"Okay. Here's an idea; how about I give you a go? You definitely deserve it."
He feigns surprise.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. You're so good at giving them, you should receive one once in a while."
"Once in a while". He almost snorted. Almost.
Mr Hush receives a bashful smile, and he knows that this sexy little minx is his and his alone.

He prepares himself for what he expects will be at best a mediocre blowjob. At this stage it would take a professional porn star to make him feel a twinge of pleasure. Lord knows why he gets them anyway. To make the guys feel not enough? To make them want- no, NEED- to please him? This is how he gets them home with him. This is how he begins to break down the manly men. Poor, unsuspecting Mr Hush.
He approaches orgasm a minute and thirty seconds before he expects to. He wonders how; this guy isn't THAT good. He looks down at the man sloppily sucking him off and constantly looking up, as if for approval.
He doesn't give it. He keeps his face calm and stoic. Keep it vague, keep them guessing, always.
But damn, he's feeling more than a twinge.
The moment finally comes. He bites his lip as he comes hard into the mouth of Mr Hush, who can barely contain his relief. He sighs, and forces a smile.
"Man, you're pretty good."
He receives a cocky grin in return.
"I know. Wait, only pretty good?"
He puts on a pout as he stands up, placing his big hands on His small waist.
"Tell me what I can do better. I'd like to hear it from the expert more than anyone."
He laughs, and activates the bedroom eyes as their bodies come together.
"I don't know, big guy. That depends on your willingness to be taught. Maybe we should go back to somewhere more comfortable..."
He trails off as he notices the guy's attention as absent. He is slightly annoyed. Why is he frowning? He's got his hands on my abs, if anything he should be wearing that doofy grin...
"I'm sorry. I have to go now."
With that Mr Hush hastily leaves the cubicle, casting a wistful, disappointed glance downward before the door shuts behind him.

He is more irritated than annoyed. Did he just walk out on me? How dare he? Honestly, guys these days are pigs. He was pressed so tight against me that I could feel his boner digging into me, but all of a sudden...
He sighs.
I shouldn't think too hard about this or it'll be like when I first started off. Just because I haven't been rejected in a long time doesn't mean there's anything wrong with my game. If anything my game is on point, it's him who got cold feet as soon as I mentioned going home with him. Is he THAT scared of commitment?
Who cares. I'll sit here until my flush has calmed don, and then I'll go and bag another one. Easy. I'll be taking someone home tonight, there's no doubt about that.
He smiles and sits down on the toilet seat. He bides his time, because he is patient. He has all night, and he hasn't used all of his methods yet.

He doesn't notice that his designer jeans feel a little bit tighter.