I search his face. He had a traumatic night. He has a super messed up past. Is blowing his load really the best thing for him right now? The last thing I want to do is add to his trauma.
But what is the alternative? Being stuck with an uncomfortable hard on? That seems like a cruel and unusual punishment. Certainly not one that I would ever wish to suffer.
I nod as I reach my decision. Then I slide down the bed. Llywelyn props himself up on his elbows and stares at me in surprise. I lift up his robes and free his pretty cock.
He swallows audibly. I guess I really did put up a fuss about this part of the job, at first. Seems I’m well and truly over my initial reluctance now.
“What, never had a blow job before?” I tease.
His face pales and his eyes grow enormous. I freeze. He has to be kidding me, right?
“Pets can bite…it’s not a good idea…” he whispers hoarsely.
An image flashes in my mind of Tae’s mouth full of vicious teeth, and I wince. Yeah, that makes total sense. But what about lovers? I stare at him and he drops my gaze and bites his bottom lip. Oh god. He sprouted nonsense about only loving his abuser. Has he only ever been with that creep, and pets?
His chest is rising and falling rapidly. Seems like I’m right. Fucking hell, the poor man has never had his cock sucked, it is a travesty. But surely your first time should be with someone special?
I nearly let out a snort laugh. Yeah right, because all gay men get their first blow job from the love of their life. I’m being ridiculous. Besides, if I change my mind now, he will feel rejected. And part of the reason I was really keen to do this was to try to make amends for my shitty comment about saving him being a fuckup.
For flip’s sake. What a mess. I can’t believe I’m having a moral dilemma about sucking cock.
My gaze drops down to his hard cock, inches from my face. He looks so delicious my mouth is watering. Fuck it. I’m doing this.
I lean forward and run my tongue all along his cock. Right from the base, all the way to his tip. He lets out a little gasp and I want to fist pump the air. Finally! I’m finally getting a reaction from him.
I give him another long lick and then I’m all out of patience. I reach the top of him, wrap my lips around him, and slide all the way down. He moans delightfully and I groan in return. Fuck, it has been far too long since I had a cock in my mouth. I had almost forgotten what it feels like.
Warm and heavy. Silky and salty. Smooth and hard. He is a perfect size too. Filling my mouth without choking me. I could suck on him all day. This could be my new happy place.
Humming happily, I get to work. Sucking, sliding, using my tongue. Keeping my lips a tight seal around him. I take him all the way, until his cockhead bumps the back of my throat and suddenly he is coming. Making a soft noise while he empties his load down my throat. I swallow and swallow and finally he is done.
Wow, that was quick. I’m flattered and very proud.
I pull off with a wet plop and look up at him. His cheeks are pink and his golden eyes sparkling. He looks dazed. Astonished and overwhelmed.
I grin in smug satisfaction. That’s more like it. It feels like my manhood has been restored. Verified. Iama good lover. He just took a while to relax with me.
My cock throbs insistently. Almost painfully. I’m not going to ask Llywelyn for anything in return, that’s not what this is about. My hips give a little twitch of a thrust. Okay, I really need to sort myself out. I slide off the bed, leaving a blissed out Llywelyn sprawled on it, trying to catch his breath. I take one last look at him, while making sure the image is seared into my memory forever. Then I hurry quickly to the shower.
I rip my pyjamas off and step under the spray before it has fully warmed up. I gasp, and the water heats up quickly. The tepid dousing did nothing to quell my hard cock. It feels like I’m going to die if I don’t cum this instant. Fucking hell, I haven’t been this horny for years.
Fumbling, I squirt a dollop of lotion into the palm of my hand. Then I grab my cock and start frantically working it.
A noise by the door makes me lift my head up. Llywelyn is standing in the doorway. Eyes wide and face still flushed.
“I…erm…was going to offer to reciprocate…I forgot you can…” he trails off.
“You watching or getting in?” I growl. I really need to cum. My blood feels like it is on fire.
Llywelyn pulls on a lace at his waist and all his layers of silk tumble down his body to pool at his feet. He steps out of them, and joins me in the shower.
Some tiny, tiny part of me is screaming that this is a terrible idea, but right now I don’t care. Llywelyn is gorgeous and I need him.
I manoeuvre him so he is standing in front of me. I press myself close to his back and run my hands all over his wet body. His skin is so soft and so smooth. He leans back against me. I slowly work my hand towards his nipples. He doesn’t stop me.
I cup his almost-breasts gently and the sound that pours out of him nearly makes me shoot my load hands-free. Any remaining brain cells I had have now died. I am pure lust, arousal and desire.
The hot water rains down on us. I squeeze, caress and tug on his nipples. He squirms and gasps and writhes. Wriggling his pert ass against my hard cock.
