Torin’s smile is amused. “No?”
I shake my head. “It’s never really occurred to me to look.”
“You can look at mine if you want to.”
Part of me is surprised that I want to. But another part of me is super excited. Probably because this is Torin. Everything about Torin makes me excited. I chew the inside of my lip, looking down between us where our bodies are pressed together. I can’t see anything beyond where our bare chests are flush.
“I didn’t suck you so you had to suck me,” Torin says, his voice low. “I did it because I wanted to. I don’t expect you to reciprocate in any way.”
“If I want to?” I ask.
He gives me a shy smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, Hugo. I’m just saying… you don’t have to.”
I nod. I’m not sure what I want to do. But I know I want to look.
It’s not often that I feel nervous. I’ve had a naked body in front of me more times than I can count, but I’ve never had a naked male body in front of me.
Okay, that’s far from accurate. I’m surrounded by naked men twice a day, at least three times a week, for the past… twenty years? Oof.
But not like this. Not when Iwantto look at them. Admire and learn and maybe explore a little. “I might forget to ask, so I’m going to now. Can I touch you?”
Torin nods. “You can do whatever you want,” he repeats. “I trust you.”
I feel heavy when I pick myself up and remove myself from his body. He’s hard, which I already knew. His dick is leaning against his stomach. Straining. Veins prominent. Leaking.
The streaks of his dark blue veins under his skin are slightly raised in some areas. Especially around the middle. His cockhead is pronounced, smooth. Shiny with pre-cum. His balls are heavy and full, hanging between his legs.
Taking a breath, I gently touch him. Just my fingers at first. When I touch myself, I can feel both ends of the touch. Through my fingers and my dick. Touching his cock is… different. Exhilarating. It twitches and jumps under my touch. His balls move all on their own.
Chewing my lip, I take him in my hand and stand his dick up. He’s a good size. Is this what’s considered average? I glance at my dick and nearly roll my eyes. I can’t compareanyoneto me. And quite frankly, I’m relieved he’s a lot smaller.
I wrap my hand around his girth, closing my fist and holding him in my palm. Torin’s breath catches. Glancing up, I see he’s watching me.
“Is this okay?”
His lips quirk, but all I can see is his arousal. His lust. The want and need in his eyes shining back at me. “Yes.”
It’s sexy.He’ssexy. Everything about him is just so… exciting.
“Can I maybe… taste you?”
Torin groans. His eyes flutter closed for a minute and he nods.
“It’s probably not going to be good,” I warn.
His laugh is quiet and breathless. “It’s okay.”
Licking my lips, I turn my gaze back to his dick in my hand and pull my fist along his length. Torin shivers. Jerking him should be easy enough. For a minute I just stroke him. Feeling how hard he is as he twitches in my hand. How his skin moves over the throbbing muscle beneath. I stare at his slit that is slowly growing a pearl of pre-cum.
My hand is slow as I watch what I’m doing, slightly mesmerized. As I quicken my pace, Torin groans, his body arching slightly. His hips curving an inch or so up off the bed. I grip the base of his dick gently, sliding my other palm over his balls to give them some attention, too. Then I move my hands in time, but in a different way.
Looking up at his face, I am transfixed by what I see. He’s definitely enjoying this. He’s deep within his arousal. Drowning in his building orgasm. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
Eyes still locked on his face, I lean forward and brush my tongue against the tip of his dick. Having my first real taste of what comesout of a cock. Well, one of the things that comes out of a cock. I don’t hate it. Probably. Torin’s breath stutters.
Emboldened by not hating it and with how he clearly appears to be enjoying it, I tentatively wrap my mouth around his cockhead. Torin makes a choked sound, then a quiet moan.
Hoping he remembers my warning, I keep my eyes on his face, as I try my hand at sucking dick. While I stroke him, I try to remember the things I do and do not like, but mostly I take cues from the sounds and expressions Torin makes. I suck him. Rub him. Squeeze him.
