“Don’t stop,” said Clay, lifting his head up. “What’re you stopping for?”
“This is the hard part for me,” said Austin, his voice perfectly clear without a single tremble. Yet he was trembling inside, shaking all over like he couldn’t stop.
“Okay.” Clay held himself very still, then said, “I could go down on you first, right? Take you all the way. Swallow everything. Show you how it’s done?”
“I’ve had it done. I know how it’s done.” Austin sank back on his heels, his heart pounding, his head whirling. He was trying to clear his thoughts but surely this wasn’t the time for that? Surely he’d dallied enough, and had already said yes. So why was he stopping?
“Maybe—” Clay took one of Austin’s hands and kissed his fingertips. “Maybe close your eyes and just feel your way through. I have a very pretty penis, by the way, but I don’t want it to overwhelm you.”
“Pretty?” asked Austin, distracted by the idea of what made a pretty penis.
“It’s the most beautiful penis you will ever lay eyes on.” Clay nodded as though satisfied he’d made his point.
As usual, as always with Clay, laughter bubbled inside of Austin, taking down walls of anxiety, waves of self-doubt, all in one fell swoop.
“You’re the most—” said Austin, bending close to kiss Clay’s slightly round belly. “The best. You’re thebest.”
“Does that mean you’re going to close your eyes and try to suck my dick?” asked Clay, eyebrows going up as he pretended to be quite serious.
“Yes.” Austin nodded, making it a promise. “Yes.”
He closed his eyes and let his fingers pull at the elastic of Clay’s boxers, tugging them down, not opening his eyes as he felt Clay shimmy beneath him. He felt Clay tugging his briefs and blue jeans down to his thighs.
Austin inhaled the scent of another man, naked before him, warm and up close. He leaned in, fingers trembling a little, and took Clay’s erection in his hand.
Warm, that’s what Clay was, warm and solid beneath a layer of tender, silken skin. Which was what his own cock felt like, back in the day, back when he used to get erections like every other man. What was different here was the fact that Clay was waiting, staying still as Austin stroked him, petted him a little bit.
“Your mouth is quite close, you know,” said Clay, his voice very quiet. “Just another half inch and you’ll be there.”
That particular half-inch was his own hurdle to master, and Clay shouldn’t be made to wait any longer than he already had waited.
Taking a breath, Austin leaned even closer, propping himself up on one hand as he tugged on Clay’s cock and opened his mouth. Pushed out his tongue to encounter warm skin, tasting the bit of salt, the linger of soap, the scent of Clay, what he smelled like between his legs, the most intimate part of him.
Gathering all of his courage, Austin took another breath and opened his mouth to take Clay’s cock close, his tongue padding the bottom, his lips suctioning tight. Clay tasted good, felt good, and the idea of it, what he was doing, what he’d been brave enough to do, rushed through him like a blessing, like a cool breeze on a hot day. Like everything it should feel like. Good and sweet and full of a growing passion.
“Oh, man,” said Clay, his groan making the words furry-edged and soft. “Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.”
This praise soaked into Austin like welcome rain on dry land, urging Austin to do what he wanted, what felt right. To give Clay all the pleasure he deserved, without Austin’s own inhibitions in the way.
He sucked harder with his mouth, using his hand to grip and release the base of Clay’s cock, which might be pretty standard stuff in the big scheme, but to him it was wild. His belly quivered, and his thighs trembled as they held him up, but he sucked and twirled his tongue around the head of Clay’s cock and vowed that he’d soon be brave enough to open his eyes and see just how pretty a penis it was.
But for now, he concentrated on Clay’s responses, the wordless sighs, the high-pitched sounds, the way Clay’s body surged beneath him, the tremble in Clay’s thighs, the quiver in his belly. When he felt Clay’s cock tighten, he tightened his grip around the base, then went loose. Tight and then loose, all the while sucking softly, almost teasing.
And felt, just before it happened, all of Clay’s body tighten, his cock stiffening before releasing a warmth into Austin’s mouth. Surprised at the taste of it, Austin pulled back, his eyes wide open, the back of his hand against his mouth so as not to spill any of it. And then swallowed as Clay watched.
“Oh, holy shit,” said Clay, breathing hard as sweat dappled his chest, and his pretty penis lay lax and curled on his belly in a nest of dark gold hair. “Holywow.”
“Well,” said Austin, shrugging as he looked down at Clay’s nakedness, awe rippling through him at what he’d just done. “You do have the prettiest penis I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve also got a very nice ass,” said Clay, sitting up on his elbows. “Would you like to seethat?”
“Yes,” said Austin, putting force into the word like he’d been trying to convince Clay of this fact for hours.
Clay shimmied fully out of his clothes to kneel naked and vulnerable on the couch with Austin. Then he tugged Austin’s shirt off him, humming contentedly beneath his breath, and undid the shiny buttons on Austin’s jeans. And from there, tugged on the elastic of Austin’s boxer-briefs.
“Ready for the next bit?” asked Clay in a completely conversational tone. When Austin nodded, shaking, Clay quite slowly, but steadily, pulled Austin’s jeans and boxer-briefs down to his thighs, and very matter-of-factly, helped Austin stand to take them off and guided him to kneel on the couch again.
“Are these the freckles you spoke of?” asked Clay as he ran his hands over Austin’s bare shoulders. “And is this your penis?” he asked, making a little joke of the question.
