First (Literary Porn)

Read an NSFW sneak preview from Jacob Louder’s literary porn novella, First, which will be the first title available under Go Deeper Press’ Pornocore imprint. Warning: It’s very explicit, and if you’re uncomfortable reading about queer teens being sexual, this is not the novella for you.

My cock had never felt so hard or looked so big—I was big—and my balls were tight, like I’d fill her mouth at any second and I wouldn’t be able to pull out like I’d promised. It was weird that Hannah was sucking me, like, really fucking my cock with her mouth in a way I didn’t think she could, being a dyke and all, and, more importantly, my best and really only friend since we were about six. She had said, “I want to do it,” but it wasn’t like I asked. She just announced it, and she usually gets what she wants. We had finished watching Twilight for the eightieth time or something like that, and she checked her little, red phone to see if her girlfriend Kayden had sent a text, and she hadn’t. I watched Hannah put it down like it was something very fragile. There’s symbolism there, right? Point is, I could feel that she was upset.

But then Hannah turned to me with her hazel eyes and her full, rosy cheeks, her long hair freshly dyed the queerest of pinks—I had helped with that—and said she wanted to suck my cock. Hannah said, “But don’t come in my mouth, Nico,” and she even pointed at me with her thick finger with the chipped black polish on its nail and gave me her serious eyes, which meant that I had better listen up or else. I told her of course, of course I wouldn’t. I would come on the pink towel on the floor that was still wet from her hair and pinker now in splotches because of the dye. Hannah tossed the towel at my feet, at my striped red socks like candy canes. She dropped to her knees and waddled over to me, undid my studded belt, and took my cock out of my skull-print boxers, a Halloween gift from my mom.

With my cock in her hand, Hannah said, “Wow. This is you soft?” I swallowed hard because I didn’t know if she thought that was a good or bad thing. She hadn’t seen my junk in a couple years now, not since we were about twelve or so. But then she said, “When you’re hard, you’re going to be a monster,” and I thought, You’re right. Wait and see. At night, in bed, I could make myself huge, thrusting my hips up and fucking the tight grip of my hands, which I’d slicked with unscented body lotion.

Hannah smiled with her big, pink lips, which were more like the color of flower petals compared with the vibrancy of her new hair, and her tongue slipped out to lick the tip of my dick, just the slit, and I hissed like she had hurt me, like she had splashed my rod with boiling water, but it was only because I had never felt anything so good and I had always wanted to for as long as I can remember, but never in a million years did I think it would be with Hannah.

She looked at me when she put me in her mouth, and it was probably the sexiest thing I had seen ever: Hannah’s eyes on mine from way down there—I’m tall for my age, my doctor says, at 5’7”—and me already growing in her hand, and for a second, it felt like we were in love, like we could be—to me, anyway. Then I remembered Mrs. McGuire, our health class teacher, telling us how boys give love for sex and girls give sex for love, so I just stopped thinking of love altogether because I didn’t really want to be one of those boys.

I gasped when I felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth, the tease of her teeth up and down the length of me. She took me out to say, “Boy, you’re all drama with your oohs and ahhs,” and then back in I went. Between her mouth and the way she moved her hand, it wasn’t long until I was hard, harder than I’d ever been, and Hannah was moaning and giggling with her mouth full of cock—my cock—and that’s when I noticed her bedroom door open with a slow, hesitant push. I didn’t say a word to Hannah about it. I just watched. It felt really exciting that someone would soon be witness to my cock getting sucked for the first time. I just hoped it wasn’t her mom. Or Kayden.

It wasn’t. It was Hannah’s 10-year-old brother, Robbie. He opened the door just a crack, revealing only half of his face, just one of his big brown eyes, wide with shock, then narrowing, watching intently. His eyes were on me: first my cock hard in his sister’s mouth, and then my face. I could see his pretty long hair—those wavy brown curls crashing down to his shoulders. I’ve always wanted to touch it when he’s on the couch playing Nintendo, just to see if it feels as soft as it looks. I liked the way he always messed with it: moving his hair away from his eyes when trying to land a trick in some skateboarding video game, or tucking it behind his ears, or finally pulling it back into a ponytail and showing off his perfect face, that olive complexion.

Through Hannah’s opened bedroom door, I watched Robbie’s one brown eye, the only one I could see, with its beautiful long lashes, as Hannah sucked my cock as deep as she could, like this was some competition. I could see enough of Robbie’s mouth that I imagined Hannah’s full lips were his—it was the only trait they shared, since they had different dads. I imagined that it was Robbie who was on his knees in front of me, not Hannah, and that I could wrap his hair around and between my fingers and pull and pull…

That’s Jacob Louder’s FIRST. Watch this space for the release of First in April...

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