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Ira caught Brian's momentary look of disappointment and blushed further, but he still left his uniform shirt where it lay on the floor. As he watched the male undress further, Ira had o smirk. "Commando? In a school?" He clucked his tongue in mock-disapproval, "Such a pervert." The teen admonished his elder playfully. However, when Brian started to step into the shower-still fully clothed- Ira's eyes widened. "Brian don't you'll ruin y-" But it was too late.
Ira watched with hungry eyes as Brian's clothes became drenched and began to cling to the older male's chiseled body. His smirk fell as the mood instantly became more amorous and the bathroom began to fill with steam. Slowly, Ira tore his eyes away and turned his attention to his own pants, unfastening them and letting them join his shirt in a small pile on the floor.
"Sorry, but a waterlogged, ruined uniform would be a little too hard to explain to the parents." He chuckled shyly before hesitantly making his way into the shower, wearing only his boxer-briefs now.
Truly, Ira was thankful for the infinitesimal amount of coverage the clothing gave him. Glad he didn;t have to bare all for the older blonde just yet. Still, as the water reached the fabric, very little was left to the imagination when it came to just what Ira was hiding with the underwear.
They boy placed chilled hands on the other's sides and smirked briefly up at the man. "Is this quiz gonna be graded, Mr. Harvard?" He asked quietly with a suggestive smirk, his fingers already tracing their way to the opening of the other's soaked slacks.

Ira bit his lip, smirking slightly at the man's final comment. "Then I better do my very best," he teased back, his fingers making quick work of the button and zipper on the other's slacks. The wet material clung to Brian's hips a bit, but a tug from Ira finally exposed the other's length. Something like a soft groan rumbled from Ira's throat as he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss at the man's right hip, then slowly trailing his attentions lower until he finally placed a lingering kiss just above the man's c**k.
Ira was taking his time. He had different intention tonight. Last night was about lust. It was hot, heavy and fast as they worked each-other to mutual completion. Tonight, Ira wanted things to be much slowly. As he'd tried to do with the massage, he wanted to show Brian just what he was missing with a playboy lifestyle. Wanted to show him affection, to let Brian feel what it was like to have someone's attention focused entirely on you. What it was to be serviced completely. There was a time and place for a quick suck off, sure. But as far as the teen was concerned this wasn't one of them.
He ran his lips lightly up and down the man's length several times. And then again, his lips parted slightly with the next few passes. Intermittently, they boy place a sweet kiss or nibble on the sensitive flesh as he worked, planning to relax Brian into a trance of gentle pleasure before he even truly started the main event.
Minutes of the gentle movements and subtle teasing passed before Ira finally opened his mouth and began to take the older male in. His body gave an involuntary shudder and Ira had to school his passions before he blew his whole plan in a moment of greed. Slowly, Ira eased his mouth further, applying the gentlest pressure as he began to suck softly, his tongue lightly pressing on that magic space just below the other's tip.
Ira sighed softly, his eyes trailing up towards Brian's face to gauge the older's reaction as he finally began bobbing his head along the man's c**k, letting the pressure of his mouth increase incrementally as he did so.

The teen moaned lightly, his eyes closing for a moment as Brian's fingers swept into his hair, appreciating the sweet sensation. The elder male had many of these affectionate gestures hidden in his playboy persona, and Ira absolutely adored when they would surface and he'd feel for a moment what it might be like to be something more than just the mouth that happened to be on the other's d**k at the time.
Although the simple gesture got Ira going far more than was reasonable, the eager teen fought to keep strict control over himself and his actions. He bobbed his mouth along the man's length for a few moments more before slipping off completely. Immediately, Ira's mouth went back to its soft grazing movents from earlier, letting his lips run along Brian's member, then running soft kisses and nips along the side, before slowly taking the whole piece into his mouth and sucking once again.
No, it wasn't Ira's nerves. Though he'd lost his true virginity last night, here was something he had some experience with. Ira knew what he was doing- knew what he wanted to do to Brian.
The teen repeated this torturous, gentle cycle of grazing, nips, and full on sucking twice more meaning to very slowly work Brian up to a more excited state.
When he felt as though he couldn't take the anticipation any longer- and only then, the boy placed both of his hand low on the males hips and tightened his lips as he began to, in essence, ******** his mouth on the other's stiff length.

Ira moaned wantonly, feeling against his tongue the faint pulse that let him know Brian's body wanted this just as much as he did. As he doubled his efforts, the shiver down Brian's body drove the boy absolutely wild. He whined softly, trying to do more for the man-- bob his head faster, suck harder, go deeper-- whatever Brian needed, Ira desperately wanted to give.
When the elder male's hips began to drive that thick piece into his mouth, Ira felt his own body quake with need, loving the sensation of having his mouth ******** by this man.
Ira tried to keep his eyes focused upward on the man, knowing that some men (especially the more perverted) loved how dirty eye contact could make this particular exercise feel. He wanted Brian to be turned on, but knew he was blushing quite brightly by now, and that his expression, while earnest was probably more innocent than seductive at this moment. So, as he focused his attentions on finishing the other off, Ira's eys slip tightly closed.
One hand remained tight to Brian's hip, giving him the leverage he needed to take Brian to the hilt with each bob of his mouth. His other hand, moved to new territory. Taking a risk, the teen let his fingertips lightly trail down the crease of Brian's hip, to the base of the man's length. In a timid gesture that contrasted sharply with his eager mouth, the teen let his fingers trace over the other's balls lightly. Ira had heard in locker-room talk that this was supposed to be a fairly erotic sensation. Not one to be too adventurous in his...solo sessions, the teen hoped the rumour mill had it right.With the way he was working now, his jaw wouldn't hold up much longer, he needed to deliver as much pleasure as he could now.

The physical signs of Brian's pleasure were already driving the teen mad. The pulse in the other's length against his tongue, the deep, rough thrusts into his mouth, the way Brian's abs rippled and tightened, the way the man's body shivered on occasion. But then to have these enjoyments coupled with the older male's moans and yells...well, Ira's teenage body couldn't handle the sensory overload. His lithe frame gave a heavy shudder, and he knew his own length was already grown solid, all just from pleasuring the man.
When Brian did release, Ira wanted desperately to taste the other's pleasure first hand. Unfortunately, he'd forced Brian's length so deeply into his mouth that there was little room for the man's release. Feeling it jolt hotly across the back of his throat, Ira suddenly pulled off the man and turned away, coughing lightly. "I'm sorry," The teen apologized, his voice rife with shame over what he knew was an inadequacy on his part, "I couldn't..." The teen shook his head miserably and cleared his throat quietly, a sharp inhale of breath returning the necessary oxygen to his system.