The Mechanic’s Apprentice – Part 9

Everyone in this story is 18+

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Connor didn’t wait for me to overthink it. Instead, he shifted, leaning forward, his hand sliding deliberately down to my thigh. His touch was light at first, almost testing, before his fingers pressed firmer, grounding me in the moment.

“Don’t overthink,” he said, his voice low, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Just… trust me.”

I swallowed hard, nodding, though my pulse was racing. His confidence was disarming, but it was still gentle—it was inviting, coaxing me to follow his lead. He didn’t waste time with hesitation, and somehow that made it easier to let go of mine.

Connor moved closer, his hand brushing against the waistband of my sweats. He paused, glancing up at me, his expression open, waiting for some signal to keep going.

I exhaled slowly and nodded.

That was all he needed.

Connor’s hand slipped under the fabric, and he grabbed my dick. I jolted, a sharp sigh escaping as my breathing hitched at once. He smirked at that, his thumb brushing a slow circle just above my hip.

“See? Not so hard to let someone else take over,” he murmured, his tone teasing but not unkind. As he continued to pump my foreskin.

“Ahh, fuck! You have to stop, or I’m gonna nut!” I gasped, my voice tight and shaky.

Connor immediately withdrew his hand, leaning back with a self-satisfied grin. “Good. Let’s cool down for a bit. Let me know when you’re ready to go again.”

I caught my breath, my heart still racing, but after a minute or so, I glanced at him and nodded. “Okay.”

His eyes lit up with that familiar confidence as he leaned in again, his hand slipping back into place. This time, he was slower, more deliberate, his fingers grazing along my length in a way that sent sparks up my spine. He shifted his weight, leaning closer until his breath was warm against my neck, his movements steady and controlled.

“Just tell me if it’s too much,” Connor said, his voice softer now, though his hand didn’t pause in its slow, maddening strokes.

“It’s fine,” I managed, my voice tight. “More than fine.”

His laugh was quiet but full of mischief. “Good.”

Connor didn’t hold back after that. His hands kept jerking my dick, his grip firm and rhythm precise, each movement coaxing reactions from me I couldn’t contain. My breathing grew ragged, and my body tensed as I teetered on the edge.

“Stop!” I barely managed to say, my voice breaking as I fought for control.

Connor’s hand stilled immediately, withdrawing as he leaned back once again. His smirk was unmistakable, but there was no mockery in it—just confidence. He gave me space, his eyes meeting mine with a steady, knowing look.

Connor leaned back slightly, his hand retreating as he gave me a moment to catch my breath. His gaze stayed locked on mine, steady but with that unmistakable glint of mischief. “You weren’t kidding about not lasting long,” he teased, his voice low and playful.

I let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, well… guess that’s why I needed a teacher.”

His grin widened, and he shifted closer again, the warmth of his body pressing lightly against mine. “Good thing you’ve got me, then,” he murmured. “Now, take a breath. We’re not done yet.”

I nodded, my pulse still racing, but I let myself relax against the couch. Connor didn’t rush—he gave me time, his presence steady and unflinching. The way he watched me, gauging my reactions, was almost disarming, like he wasn’t just doing this for fun but because he actually cared enough to get it right.

After a moment, he reached for my sweats and tugged them down, revealing my dick. He smiled, a hint of playful appreciation in his expression. “Not bad,” he said, his voice laced with confidence. Then his hand moved again, slower this time, more deliberate. He didn’t just grab me—he teased, letting his fingers ghost along my length, his touch maddeningly light. It was enough to send shivers through me, and I couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped my throat.

Connor smirked at that, his confidence unmistakable. “Better?”

“Better,” I admitted, my voice barely steady.

“Good.” His hand tightened slightly, his movements growing more purposeful. He shifted closer, his other hand bracing against my thigh as he worked me over with a rhythm that left me breathless. His focus was unwavering, his breath soft and even, as if he was completely in control of the moment.

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold on, but Connor wasn’t making it easy. His thumb dragged along the underside of my shaft, and I swore under my breath, my hips jerking involuntarily.

“Relax,” he said, his voice a quiet command. “You’re not going anywhere.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I let out a low groan, my body tensing as I fought to stay in control. But Connor didn’t let up, his pace just slow enough to drive me crazy, his touch perfectly calculated to keep me teetering on the edge.

“Fuck, Connor,” I gasped, my hands gripping the couch as I struggled to keep my composure.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me. “I’ve got you,” he said, his voice low and full of confidence. “Just let it happen, you have been good.”

I barely managed a nod before the pressure built too much to ignore. With a sharp intake of breath, I tensed, right on the edge—and just as I was about to come, Connor moved lower. Without hesitation, he took me in his mouth, his lips closing firmly around my dick, while massaging my balls gently.

The sudden warmth and wetness, coupled with his touch undid me completely. I lost control, my body bucking slightly as I released, a raw sound escaping my throat. “Oh, fuck, Connor!” I croaked as I came, my cum spilling into his mouth.

He took it all like it was second nature, catching every drop effortlessly. The soft hums and moans he made around me sent a fresh wave of heat through my chest, like he was savoring it. “Mmmh, mmm,” he murmured, his lips still wrapped around me as he swallowed, his movements slow and deliberate, almost reverent.

When he finally pulled back, his tongue darted out to catch the last trace, and he shot me a smug smile, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “See?” he said, his voice low and full of satisfaction. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

“Fuck! Yes, you did!” I exclaimed, letting out a shaky laugh. “I don’t even know what to say, really. Thanks, I guess?”

Connor smirked, leaning back casually. “Don’t mention it. Think of it as a favor among friends. You help me, I help you,” he said lightly, though there was a deeper edge to his tone.

“Sounds good to me, Conn,” I replied, feeling my pulse steadying. Then I hesitated, glancing at him. His reassuring gaze made me bold. “But, uh… I think I might need some more… practice. I mean, I came pretty fast.”

Connor chuckled, leaning closer, his amusement clear. “Well, yeah, you did. But that’s what practice is for, right? We’ve got time to get you up to speed.”

“Sounds good to me,” I enthused.

He smirked, settling back into the couch. “Practice makes perfect,” he said, almost reflexively, and for a moment, something about the way he said it reminded me of his father.

“Already looking forward to the next lesson!” I said, standing up to clean up, my pulse still steadying as I moved.

“Wait!” I looked back at him. “How about we make this a double lesson?” he smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“I like how you think, Conn. Wanna join me in the shower for lesson two?” I replied, grinning as I stood.

“Right behind you,” he said, chuckling as he followed. “But don’t call me Conn—I hate nicknames.”