“How do you feel about sucking cock?”
Thomas swallowed, another flare of nervous energy shooting up his spine. “Mine or yours?”
“Either?” Ben shrugged. “Both.”
He didn’t think he so much wanted to suck Ben’s cock as he wanted to touch it and see it up close. He wanted to maybe lick it and taste it, explore the landscape of it. Ben shaved—or waxed—and the base of his cock disappeared right into a hairless swatch of skin as taut and tanned as the rest of him. Thomas wondered what he tasted likethere, if Ben was salty or sweet, or if he’d taste like soap or sweat.
“We can try it,” he said.
“Not big on foreplay, then?” Ben backed up to the bed until his legs hit the mattress. With his cock in one hand, he gestured for Thomas to come closer with the other.
Thomas’s pants were still on and his cock ached for how hard it pressed against the zipper of his jeans. But he went to Ben anyway and awkwardly lowered himself to his knees. Ben’s cock bobbed in front of him, eye level and smelling like a surprisingly delicate floral soap. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but somehow it wasn’t that.
“Not rough, though,” he said gently, taking Ben’s cock into his hand.
The feel of an erection in his fist wasn’t new. He’d spent a lifetime jerking himself off, but this cock wasn’t his. The orgasm wouldn’t be his. Thomas knew he had no idea what he was about to do, but he was eager and curious. He licked Ben’s shaft from root to tip, then dragged his tongue around the underside of the flared tip. Ben grunted and steadied his hand on top of Thomas’s head without grabbing or pulling.
Thomas made the decision to suck Ben’s cock the way he liked his own cock sucked. Jennifer had been amazing at blow jobs until she decided she didn’t like them anymore, so he did his best to wrap his lips around Ben’s dick with the kind of gusto the event deserved.
“Shit.” Ben shuddered when Thomas’s lips wrapped around the head, and his fingers flexed against Thomas’s hair.
He slid down Ben’s length, using his tongue and as much spit as his mouth could manage. When Ben’s cock thickened against the roof of his mouth and his hips began to pump in time with Thomas’s movements, his own cock leaked against his underwear. He was good at it, or good enough. He was making Ben feel good, but more than that…
Thomas liked sucking dick.
He really liked it.
“Stop, stop,” Ben rasped, tapping Thomas’s head until he stilled.
Thomas’s lips felt as swollen as his dick, and he looked up at Ben with one hand down his pants.
“I don’t want to come yet.” Ben’s eyes rolled as he said it, like he hated the words more than anything in his life. “Let me suck you before we fuck. Can I?”
Thomas prayed his joints wouldn’t crack as he stood up, but even if they had, the sound would have been lost beneath the positively ravenous sound that came out of Ben’s mouth as he went to his knees. Ben made quick work of his pants, shoving them down to his ankles at the same time he swallowed the entirety of Thomas’s erection into the back of his mouth.
“Shit.” The curse left his lips like a prayer. His knees swayed, and Ben grabbed him around the hips, holding him upright while he used his mouth to lubricate Thomas’s shaft. God, it had been so long since someone had sucked his cock. He didn’t know if he’d forgotten how good it felt, or if it felt better because it was a man, but Ben didn’t give him time to think about it.
A hot tongue swirled around the curve of his crown, snaking through his slit before Ben flattened it out and licked his way straight down to the salt and pepper curls around the base of Thomas’s dick. It was good. Better than good, and he wished it was any other night, any other place, where he could do nothing besides take turns sucking and being sucked.
Before Thomas was able to stop him, Ben ended it on his own. He practically crawled up the length of Thomas’s body and slid past him onto the bed.
“I don’t want to come on my knees,” Ben explained, arranging himself onto all fours and reaching for a bottle of lube on the nightstand. Thomas watched with rapt attention as Ben poured some lube onto his fingers, then reached back to tease at his own asshole. He moaned when he entered himself, back arched. “I love sucking cock, but I want you to fuck me.”
Thomas could have happily spent the night watching Ben fuck his own hole open with his fingers, but again, that wasn’t what he’d come over for. He’d come over to fuck. To lose his virginity.
He tried to play it cool and not fumble the condom application, but watching Ben writhe around the bed, impaled on his own fingers, was almost too much for him to survive. Thomas climbed onto the bed behind him and rubbed the latex-covered head of his dick against Ben’s slick knuckles.
“Let me in, then,” he whispered.
Ben withdrew his hand and dropped his head against the pillow with a groan. “There you are.”
“What?” Thomas had barely heard him, his mind emptying when his eyes fell onto the shiny pink gape of Ben’s hole. He pressed the head of his cock against the entrance, hesitating.
“I love a good talker,” Ben said over his shoulder. “Dirty talk is so hot, but you don’t say much at all, do you?”
Thomas tightened his hand around the base of his cock, doing his best to stifle the blood flow. Much like the other secrets he had to keep to himself, he couldn’t tell Ben that he loved vocal sex, from both ways, but he had to keep his mouth shut because he was nervous, because he didn’t want the adrenaline to make him fill the condom before his cock even made it inside.
“Sometimes,” he admitted.
