Blow My Candle
Peter Parker was learning new things about himself. For example, he learned that he was a moaner. His moans weren’t particularly loud, but they were instinctual and animalistic. They were quiet but very direct. It was all natural. And the reason for his moans was his new friend Flash Thompson.
Well, they weren’t exactly friends. Ever since Peter had met him, Flash had always teased Peter. Until one day Peter had had enough and stood up for himself. Flash had laughed it off, but Peter knew it had had an impact on him. Of course, it wasn’t until the next time Flash teased him that Peter realized something. Flash was never cruel; he only teased him enough to get his attention. And that’s all Flash wanted. Peter’s attention.
So Peter tested his hypothesis one day when he was alone with Flash at school. Flash began to talk some shit and Peter just turned around and pushed him up against a wall. With one hand he slid a finger down Flash’s chest. He slowly ran his other hand up Flash’s leg. And he kept eye contact the entire time. But Peter knew he’d been correct because Flash had a raging hard-on.
After that, Peter began teasing Flash. Whether it was by accidentally dropping a pencil and picking it up in front of Flash, or making a comment with very clever innuendo, or even just calling his name in a very sultry voice. “Flash…”
One day after class, Flash hung back and asked Peter if he wanted to go to his place after school to study together. Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew they wouldn’t be doing any studying. But he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to do anything with Flash. It had just been a good tease for him. A sort of payback for all the years that Flash had teased him. But it wasn’t like Peter was getting any anywhere else.
Yes, he was only seventeen at the time, but it hurt seeing everyone around him in love or even just making out. He’d tried asking girls out but they were always either taken or not into him. And as for boys...he’d never been brave enough to tell any of his crushes he was into them. They were all probably straight anyway. So when the thought of hooking up with Flash popped in his head, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t friends with Flash and he’d never really thought of him like that. But it wasn’t like Flash was bad looking either. He just wasn’t sure he’d feel anything.
So he kept putting it off. “Maybe next week.” Until finally they graduated high school and summer came. He’d told his best friend Ned about his dilemma, but hadn’t specified who the guy was. Ned was straight, but he was very supportive and protective of Peter. He advised him against hooking up if he didn’t have feelings for the guy.
It took a while for Peter to seek his other best friend Michelle’s advice. She was more judgmental so there was no way he would ever tell her he was considering hooking up with Flash Thompson. But since he wouldn’t tell her who it was, she advised him the opposite of Ned. She told him to hook up with the guy because you only live once and virginity is a construct anyway. As much as he loved Ned, Michelle’s advice was what he had been waiting to hear.
Peter called Flash up and asked him if he was still down to study. And Flash answered of course. Peter told his aunt May he was going to visit a friend and then went to Flash’s house. Flash led him upstairs to his room and closed the door, locking it. They both sat awkwardly on Flash’s bed, until Peter just lay back and stared at the ceiling. He was about a minute from leaving out of regret, but then he felt Flash move down to the floor between Peter’s legs. Peter looked up and caught Flash’s eyes. Flash reached for Peter’s jean zipper and started pulling it down. Peter just continued staring. Flash reached into his pants, through his plaid boxers, and pulled out Peter’s already hardening cock. Flash looked back up at Peter as if pleading and all Peter had to do was give him a lip twitch and a quick nod.
It wasn’t long before Peter began thrusting his hips up towards Flash’s mouth, watching as he disappeared into Flash’s plump lips. As if it weren’t enough, Flash grabbed the back of Peter’s thighs, pulling him closer still. And then Peter began to softly moan because it felt so good being inside of Flash’s throat. It was if every thrust was payback for every snide remark Flash had ever made to him. Especially whenever Flash choked on him.
Peter began to thrust harder and faster. Flash choked more and more, tears forming in his eyes, but he continued sucking. Peter knew he was coming close and he wasn’t sure if he should tell Flash or not, but before he could decide, he felt it coming up. “Oh shit, I’m…”
He splooshed down Flash’s throat and Flash tried to swallow it all. He couldn’t do it and some of it spilled out of his mouth. He looked scared as if he thought Peter was going to be upset with him for not being able to gulp it all down. In reality, Peter felt bad that he hadn’t warned him that he was going to cum. “I’m…” He was about to say he was sorry, but then Flash started lapping up all the ejaculate he had missed, finishing off with another suck to Peter’s head. Peter shuddered, but smiled at him. Flash licked his lips and got back up, sitting back next to Peter. Peter put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up.
The awkwardness was back. He didn’t know what to do next. Was he supposed to suck Flash off too? No, he didn’t want to do that. He was ready to go. “Congratulations,” he said.
“For what?” Flash asked.
“Graduating.”
“Oh. You too.”
“Thanks.”
Another few seconds of awkwardness made Peter make up his mind. He got up, taking his phone out. “This was fun, but I have to go now. Don’t want to worry my aunt.”
“Oh, right. Cool. Good study session.”
“Yeah, I uh...really learned a lot.”
“Yeah, maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“Totally. I like that you can just swallow a lot...of information.” Flash smiled at that and Peter smiled back. “I’ll see ya, Flash.”
“See ya, Parker.”
And with that, he walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house. His heart was pounding. Had he really just gotten blown by Flash Thompson? And had he really agreed to do it again? He had to tell someone.
He couldn’t tell Ned. He knew Ned wouldn’t judge him, but he’d be disappointed for not taking his advice. The only person he could tell was Michelle. She was happy for him and told him she was proud. She kept asking him who it was, but that was a secret Peter would not tell.
Peter would not see Flash again until his birthday in August. He hadn’t invited him to the birthday party Aunt May was throwing for him. Aunt May had run into his mother at the supermarket and invited him through her. It wasn’t like Peter was upset about it, though. It was just unexpected when Flash arrived with a present in tow.
“Happy birthday, Parker.”
“Thanks, Flash.” He smiled at Flash and took the gift, motioning for Flash to follow him to his room where he was keeping all the presents. Once they got there, Flash closed the door and Peter felt a tingle. A sort of sense that Flash wasn’t just there for the party. Peter turned to look at him and Flash had that sort of pleading look again.
Peter still hadn’t developed any sort of feelings for Flash since their tryst, but the thought of Flash pleasuring him on his birthday made Peter very giddy. Like he was doing something bad, but that he deserved. He pinned Flash to the door and leaned closed to his ear. “I know you already got me a gift, but what I really want…” He leaned back a little to look Flash in the eyes, before learning back close to his ear. “Is for you to blow my candle.”
Peter backed off and before he could say anything, they were on his bed, Flash unzipping him and going to town on his dick. Peter’s mistake was not making sure the door was locked, because before he could finish off in Flash’s mouth again, the door burst open with two voices yelling, “Happy birthday, Peter!”
The look of shock on all four faces was a sight to behold. Flash quickly got up, wiped his mouth and ran out the door, shoving both Ned and Michelle out of the way, as Peter quickly zipped himself back up.
“Peter, what the fuck?” Michelle said, as Ned quickly closed the door and locked it. “Flash Thompson?”
“See, that’s how you lock a door,” Ned said.
Many questions followed, which Peter was just too embarrassed to answer. He felt ashamed and tried to keep quiet, but both of them demanded answers. Peter felt guilty but he knew he had to come clean. He told both of them what he had been keeping from them, and just as he’d suspected, they reacted accordingly. It all lasted ten minutes at most, but it felt like hours.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. “See, that’s how you knock on a door,” Peter said, as he got up to open it. It was his Aunt May telling him he had other guests.
The rest of the party went well. Flash was nowhere to be seen, and when Peter blew his eighteen candles out, he felt a little bad about the whole thing. Afterwards, Ned and Michelle came up to him to congratulate him again, but also to apologize.
“Well at least he was the one blowing you,” Michelle said.
“I just hope you don’t regret it,” was what Ned said, in a very nonjudgmental voice.
Peter knew his friends cared for him and even if he had been embarrassingly caught getting a blowjob, he was glad they were there for him.