“What?”
“Do you know what sixty-nine-ing is?”
Thanks to an inappropriate classmate who’d drawn a diagram during lunch years ago, Ethan did. He flipped himself around and went head-to-head with Greg’s hardness. Greg’s hot breath slid across his own.
“Relax,” Greg uttered through stifled breaths. It took Ethan a few moments to get used to his new plank-like position. Blood rushed to his head—both of them, actually—making him dizzy, but exhilarated. Greg’s cock brushed against his chin.
“Are you on lookout?” Ethan said.
“No. So we gotta be quick.” Greg began sucking on Ethan’s manhood, taking all of him in his warm, slick mouth. He sucked with force, with intention. Ethan held onto his meaty thighs for support while he jammed all of Greg down his throat, covering each inch with spit. Ethan had gotten good at deep throating Greg.Practice makes perfect.
He felt himself getting harder as he felt Greg’s hands and arms push into his hips and ass to keep him steady. He imagined his biceps flexing, his abs steadying him.
As hard as Greg sucked him, Ethan sucked back. Greg sped up; so did Ethan. It was like they could control the other, like their dicks were voodoo dolls. Their mouth and hands worked in a coordinated fashion.
More blood rushed to Ethan’s head, and his vision blurred. He couldn’t describe the sensation as there were too many levers being pulled. Sucking Greg from this unorthodox angle and vice versa equaled sensory overload. Ethan was consumed in ecstasy and thought he was going to explode.
Then Greg one-upped him. He inched his finger toward Ethan’s back door and traced the opening, running an adventurous finger along the perimeter. Ethan wanted to scream out and go into a seizure, but the fact that he couldn’t utter a sound lest they draw attention made him channel that energy into sucking Greg harder. This was a brand-new sensation that sent shivers throughout his body and made him extra-sensitive. He gripped Greg’s cock with more force. Greg, in turn, circled his hole like a funnel, going lower and lowerand loweruntil he slid inside Ethan.
Ethan gasped. He had to be silent, but he couldn’t help it. Too much of him was stimulated. Too much of him was on fire. It was too much all around. And he loved it. Each time Greg’s slick finger thrust forward, another wave of pleasure consumed him. Greg’s tongue also got into the action, slicking up his opening. He didn’t know his body had the capacity to tolerate this much goodness. He had never been electrocuted, but he imagined this must be similar.
Greg’s mouth and finger were pulling double-duty on Ethan. It was just rough enough to send an orgasm rumbling through Ethan without hurting. Greg slipped in another finger, opening up Ethan even farther. Ethan’s body couldn’t hold in the explosion boiling within him any longer. He had to release. The orchestra played with all their might. The music reached a crescendo, as did Ethan. He reached out and grabbed the first non-Greg thing he could touch, yanking at the carpeting as his breath got so fast it could break the sound barrier. His body trembled and wanted to collapse.
“Coming coming coming,” Ethan muttered out as he was rocked by orgasm. He couldn’t form a proper sentence. His mind was possessed.
“Fuck. Me too.”
Ethan released his load just as Greg’s shot onto his face and neck. Coming was merely the icing on the cake (no pun intended) this time. His arms gave out, and he and Greg formed one messy pile. Ethan’s mind was static, but it was finding reception.
Greg untangled himself. Ethan’s teeth chattered as his body worked to return to normal, as if he had just thrown up.
“We need a handkerchief,” Greg said. He went to wipe himself off on the carpet, but Ethan blocked his hand. This was a lovely concert hall; he had respect for the arts.
He unbuttoned his shirt and cleaned them both off. He’d walk home in an undershirt. He’d taken much bigger risks today. Pins and needles tickled his head and legs as blood returned to its rightful places. They sat down and took in the music as their bodies returned to normal.
“That was…” Greg said. They both didn’t know how to finish that sentence. “You liked when I…” He held up his two fingers.
Ethan blushed and nodded.
Greg smiled. “Maybe next time we can go further.” But the thought of sex with Greg didn’t fill Ethan with joy, and it must’ve been evident because he added, “Or not. We’ll see how we feel.”
Ethan already had his answer, though. He wanted it to mean something, to have weight, which he knew sounded trite. He didn’t want to cross that threshold with Greg in a public quickie. Was that the only thing that kept Greg coming back to him? That they were leading to this inevitable climax?
“I’ll think about it,” Ethan said.
The music swelled in the auditorium. The violins, cellos, flutes, and everything else melded together to tell a story through notes. He closed his eyes and listened.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be back to see a show and not in a private box,” Ethan said. He marveled at the detailing in the ceiling and walls. “It’s beautiful. It’s like a space removed from the world.”
He expected Greg to leave, but he sat next to him. He seemed more interested in watching Ethan listen than listening himself. They remained silent for the rest of the measure.
“It was my frat brother,” Greg said.
Ethan turned to face him. Now Greg was the one focused on the orchestra.
“That was the other guy I’ve ever been with. He was my big brother.”
