My very first smut fic! If you know me in real life (you know who you are) please don't bring this up. Also he's 19 and a grown adult here.
Jerry prides himself on his imagination.Ā
Heās the Eltingville Clubās secretary of fantasy and role-playing games, after all. Heās written hundreds of pages of campaign lore, DM'ed more Dungeons & Dragons sessions than he could count. It was his entire life.Ā
But right now, with the memory of your arms around his middle during a hug and your scent in his lungs, he wondered if it was more of a curse.Ā
He had taken care of himself a half hour before you arrived to make sure there were noā¦ embarrassingā¦ incidents, and it seemed to work.Ā
He was fine for most of the night. You needed to learn the rules of D&D before you started attending the Eltingville Club meetings, and Jerry was happy to oblige. He invited you into his mess of a room and started explaining the mechanisms of being a DM and how each dice was different. He even gave you one of his many sets of dice out of the goodness of his heart.Ā
But in the present he wasnāt doing so hot. He grunts in frustration, shifting his position on the bed. Even with the covers over his body he could feel the stretch of his erection against his boxers. It wasnāt fair! He had tried to be helpful and he had tried to keep his mind out of the gutter. But was it really his fault that you looked so good?Ā
Focus on the more mundane things you two talked about, maybe. He could think about the making of your character. That was a safe train of thought. He had fun doing that.Ā
āWhat about an elf?ā He had suggested. āThey get +2 dexterity points, Darkvision, and Fey Ancestry!āĀ
Elves. Fucking elves, why?! His one weakness, his one guilty pleasureā¦Ā
The thought of you with pointy ears, small see-through wings, and large hypnotizing eyes flashed through his mind.Ā
His hips ground down into the mattress without his permission.Ā
āAlready done this todayā¦ Dammit Jerā¦āĀ
He turns over and tugs his boxers down to his knees, cheeks heating up as his erection springs out. His fingers run over the tip and spread the precum leaking out of it around for makeshift lube.Ā
āA-Alright, Jerry. Gonna get this over with. Itās just what h-happens. Itās, uh, normal. Elves are hot! mmf~ A-and so a-are they! N-nothing to feel- ah~ weird aboutā¦ā He mumbles under his breath.Ā
His knuckles grow white with the force heās exerting on his dick. Up and down, up and down, from base to tip back down to the base, like heās done so many nights before.Ā
His eyes flutter shut and Jerry does what he does best, he fantasizes.Ā
In his mindās eye itās your soft hands pumping up and down on his cock instead of his own rough ones. The wetness is your spit, not his own juices. Without thinking about it he grabs a pillow and presses his face against it, lips puckering to mimic kissing on the fabric.Ā
āOhmygod- holy shit, iām gonna- ah~ please~āĀ
For his mindās final hurrah, the sexy elf version of you leans down and takes his throbbing tip into your mouth; and almost embarrassingly fast, he canāt handle any more.Ā
He cums in hot spurts onto his abdomen, using the pillow to muffle his whines.Ā
Jerry slumps back onto the headboard. His thighs shake slightly, and his dick finishes emptying itself and starts to soften against his leg. He takes a long moment to steady his breathing before he grabs a couple tissues off the nightstand.Ā
āB-beedee beedee beedeeā¦ gotta get y-your brain under control, Buckā¦ā He mutters to himself, lazily wiping the cum off his stomach. āOr thisāll happen every night.ā
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I can't believe i'm putting this on main.
(P.S. @nerdboy-boynerd I have a feeling you'll like this one)
