Greg grows harder inside the warm wetness of Julien’s expert mouth. At this point, he doesn’t care if it lasts, if it flags, he’s not in his head about it. He’s here, memorizing the ceiling, exhaling into the ether. He’s in heaven.
“This is the best head I’ve ever had,” Greg moans.
Julien removes his mouth and stands.
Greg worries suddenly he’s said the wrong thing, but then Julien returns to the bed with a strip of studded leather.
“What’s that?”
“A cock ring. Have you ever used one before?”
“No.” Greg wishes his inexperience didn’t come across like naïveté.
“Would you want to try it?”
“Ye-yeah. How does it work?” His breath hiccups.
Julien smiles. “I clasp this around the base of your cock or around your ballsandcock. It traps the blood flow, and for some, it even helps you keep the erection harder and longer.”
“That sounds ideal.” Greg’s penis is already dipping the longer they talk.What if it doesn’t work?
“It’s not a cure-all, okay?” Julien says kindly as if he can read Greg’s mind. His eyes are reassuring in their softness. “It could help. It might not. Doesn’t matter either way.”
Greg is relieved by Julien’s words. A burden flutters out of his chest and explodes in midair. Again, words are cheap—you’re going to grow stronger hereorI love you no matter what—but Julien’s actions are mirroring his words. That’s enough proof for Greg to know that Julien won’t turn his back on him.
They start with just the shaft, adjusting it to Greg’s thickness. Even half-hard, Greg feels the difference. As soon as Julien begins sucking him again, he notices a heightened sensation, new nerve endings coming out to play.
He watches as Julien strokes his own dick between his slim thighs, hard tugs as he works Greg deeper down his throat, and Greg experiences a physical hunger that needs immediate satiating.
JULIEN
Julien is surprised when Greg practically growls, “Can I have a turn?”
The only possible answer spinning in Julien’s mind is “yes.”
So they switch places. Just Greg’s bulkier, more muscular body hovering over Julien’s causes his dick to pulse. Greg smells clean yet earthy. His body glides easily over Julien’s thanks to the oil, which has matted down Greg’s chest hair in a way that is wildly sexy.
The minute Greg licks the tip of his dick, Julien lets out an otherworldly yelp. It’s been a while, his head is sensitive, and he’s not even the one wearing the cock ring.
Julien’s amazed that the cock ring he bought for this occasion looks stunning on Greg. Though he wouldn’t be surprised if a trash bag with holes in it would look stunning on Greg.
Julien won’t tell Greg he bought the cock ring just for tonight. While his arsenal of sex toys includes some silicone ones he’s used on himself, he figured the new adjustable ring would be more sanitary and more suited for a beginner. And suit Greg it does.
Greg lies on his side, angling Julien’s penis between his lips, giving Julien the full display.
“Would you mind going...lower?” Julien asks. While he enjoys getting blowjobs, he much prefers a man’s tongue at his other entrance.
Greg’s eyes suddenly possess a new fire. “Not at all.”
Julien might’ve been experiencing a sex drought, but his routine still came like second nature. Before Greg arrived, he cleaned, preened, and even got to use the subtle fruity-flavored scrub he’d bought right before Colin moved out of town. Julien finds pleasure in his preparedness.
He finds even more pleasure when Greg pulls away and groans, “Fuck, you taste good.”
Julien’s head lolls back as he continues hoisting his legs up by the knees, happy that he remembered to stretch before this. For minutes, Greg’s tongue swirls at his spot before he presses the pad of his thumb to Julien’s hole eliciting a gasp so sharp and loud Greg laughs to himself before entering him with his thick finger.
Julien doesn’t understand how anyone could have qualms about Greg’s inability to “perform” when he’s so adept with his fingers. Greg finds Julien’s p-spot with no effort at all, grazing it with a come-hither motion and applying pressure to it that makes his mind twist in two different directions.
“Bigger,” Julien croaks, lost in the lavender haze of this. “I want something bigger.”
