I sit at the kitchen table, unsure how to respond. I gesture for him to join me, but he places the donut box on the table and stands in front of the sink, looking out the window.
Can he tell I was watching him from there?
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real conversation with anyone, and having it with a naked man I’ve never met before is unsettling. “I needed a change,” I finally say. “Some peace and quiet.”
“I want to say I’m sorry for crashing into your peace, Benny. But I’m really not.” He turns around to face me, and my eyes drift to his beautiful long cock, heavy and thickening against his thigh.
“You like what you see, Benji?”
I meet his eyes and my mouth goes dry when his gaze lands on my lap. The outline of my erection is unmistakable. I’m so turned on by his carefree, come-get-me attitude that I’m beyond caring.
“You were watching me, weren’t you?”
The air around us crackles as I nod.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Zeke’s face as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. It’s gentle at first, a question more than a demand. I answer by deepening the kiss, my hand sliding to the nape of his neck.
When we break apart, Zeke’s eyes are dark with desire. “I want to taste you.”
My heart races as Zeke slides to his knees, his hands running up my thighs. I can barely breathe as he unzips my pants, freeing my cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp as Zeke’s warm mouth envelops me. His tongue swirls around the head, teasing and exploring. I thread my fingers through his light-blond hair, fighting the urge to thrust.
Zeke takes me deeper, his hands gripping my hips. The wet heat of his mouth is incredible, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I’m lost in the sensation, all thoughts of propriety forgotten.
“Zeke, I’m close,” I warn, tugging gently at his hair. But he doesn’t pull away, instead redoubling his efforts. The tension builds, and with a strangled cry, I come deep inside his mouth.
Zeke grins up at me as I catch my breath, looking thoroughly debauched and utterly pleased with himself. “Next time,” he says, voice husky, “I want that gorgeous cock in my ass.”
I laugh, a mix of embarrassment and arousal warming my cheeks. “You think there’s going to be a next time?”
He points at his cock. “You owe me one. I’ll come back to collect.”
Framed by a trimmed thatch of blond hair, his cock is thick, long, and hard. The perfect trifecta.
It’s not that I don’t want a repeat of what just happened or that I wouldn’t kill to be inside him, but I’m not going to waste an opportunity when it presents itself.
“I would have taken you for an instant gratification kind of guy,” I say, maneuvering us so Zeke is the one sitting on my chair while I kneel before him. I run my hands over the thighs I admired from afar. His muscles contract under my touch and his breath hitches.
“I am, Benji.”
When my eyes meet his, I see a different Zeke. One who’s craving my touch and needs to be taken care of. This is the most powerful I’ve felt with anyone, and it’s heady.
I lower my mouth to his cock and suck the purple mushroom head.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I wrap my hands around his thighs so the only part of my body touching his cock is my mouth. My experience with men is limited for a reason, but it only took me a single experience in my twenties to discover I have my own talents. No gag reflex.
Zeke’s muscles strain and his legs shake the more I suck. Relaxing my throat, I slowly take him in until my nose touches the hair at the base of his cock. I feel his balls draw up under my chin.
“Jesus, fucking…argh, Benny, you’re killing me.”
I chuckle, pulling out just a tad so I can swallow his precum and the spit building in my mouth. He runs his hands over my hair, and I look up.
His eyes were a light blue before but are now as dark as mine. His expression is filled with awe.
I pull off with a pop. “Are you going to feed me your cum, Zeke?”
