Todd had not had time to dress. He held his clothes and Matt’s underwear and socks in his arms. He kept mumbling that he was sorry. Sorry for having suggested they come here in the first place. Sorry for having alerted Idabel to his presence. Todd had felt his pumps slipping from the toilet seat, had tried shifting his weight on the wobbly tank lid. That had caused the scraping noise.
Matt took the wadded clothes from Todd’s arms, laid them aside. He gestured for Todd to sit on the bench.
Matt knelt in front of Todd, looking up into his dark, still-scared eyes. Matt unfastened the pumps and removed them. He gently released the remaining garter clips, then carefully rolled the fishnet stockings from Todd’s legs, massaging his calves in the process.
Next was the garter belt. It held no fascination for Matt, nor did any of the female accoutrements. Their magic was gone, vanished the moment Idabel had assumed Matt was fucking a woman.
Matt peeled the garter belt away from Todd’s midriff, saw red creases where it had pressed into the boy’s skin.
Finally, Matt loosened the necktie, eased it away. The time for makeshift leashes had passed.
Todd sat naked, a beautiful boy with his pink cheeks and dark hair.
Matt stood, stepped out of his shoes, shrugged out of his clothes. He sat beside Todd on the bench and draped an arm around his slender shoulders.
Todd melted into the embrace, leaning his head against Matt’s chest.
Matt combed the fingers of his free hand through Todd’s thick hair. Cupped Todd’s chin, lifted it towards him. Softly kissed his forehead. Stroked his lips.
They had not kissed earlier. Not been gentle. Urgent. Wanton. Carnal. These were words that described their first two couplings. Matt’s natural assertiveness had paired perfectly with Todd’s innate submissiveness.
Matt had no regrets. Still, something was missing. Maybe it was the fact that Todd had not cum, had not even been hard. Maybe it was the absence of kissing. Whatever the cause, the mystical moment where the bread of the one and the wine of the other transfigured into a mystical thing had not occurred.
Matt pressed his lips to Todd’s eyebrows, his nose.
Todd’s lips parted, seeking Matt’s.
They kissed.
Matt brushed his fingers over Todd’s nearest nipple, felt the boy’s body shudder in response. Tried it again. Same effect. The nipple hardened into a tiny erection.
Matt kissed his way down to the nipple, teased it with his tongue.
Todd arched his back, simultaneously pulling away from Matt’s tongue and presenting the nipple for more licking.
Matt sucked the nipple into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. Bit gently. Felt shudders ripple through Todd’s body.
Matt glanced down, noticed that Todd’s dick was hard—the first time all evening. That had fascinated Matt: a guy so focused on being fucked that he ignored his own dick! Todd had not touched it once, yet it had slobbered pre-cum as it flopped around.
It had been patient enough. Now it wanted its turn.
Matt freed his mouth, smiled into Todd’s eyes, then rotated on the bench, one leg on each side. His own cock stood at attention, reporting for duty. Matt leaned back on his arms.
“Straddle me,” Matt said. “Facing me. Sit on my cock.”
“You’ll have to be gentle,” Todd whispered. “My hole can’t take much more.”
Matt watched as Todd eased onto his cock, slowly sinking until his ass pressed against Matt’s thighs. Matt held still, not bucking or thrusting.
Todd rocked his hips, rolling Matt’s cock back and forth inside him like the clapper on a bell. Todd moaned as he rocked.
“Stroke your cock,” Matt said. “I want to see you cum.”
Todd obeyed, hesitant at first, growing more urgent with time. Whereas Matt jacked with his whole hand, fingers curled around hisshaft, Todd held the tip with only his thumb and forefinger, moving the foreskin up and down. It was a lovely sight.
As regarded the fucking itself, Matt preferred the earlier doggy-style and standing positions. This position afforded less penetration. Nor did it provide the sucking friction from thrusting. Instead, Matt’s cock was cocooned, its head concussed as it banged from front to back.
Still, what the position lacked in penetration was compensated by the visual stimulation.
