I realize he must’ve cleaned me up when I passed out since there’s no crusty cum on my dick, and while I appreciate that, I still need to shower to get this done.
I suspect it’ll surprise Cam when I tell him later, but I’ve had anal sex before—both ways. A girl I used to hook up with, who’s also a celebrity I knew wouldn’t blab to the whole world, loved pegging, and I was curious, so I tried it.
It wasn’t this big instant “I freaking love this” type of thing for me, but I came regardless. I have this gut feeling it’s going to be different with Cam, though. I can’t be one hundred percent sure that he likes to top, but being ready means I won’t have to get ready, and if he wants me to top, well then, I’ll happily get him ready. But I really do want to try bottoming this first time, and after the way he looked so freaking perfect taking control of the situation last night... yeah, I’m ninety-nine percent sure he likes to top.
So I turn on the shower and get under the spray as soon as the water isn’t cold as ice anymore, then I get to work and try to remember everything I did a few years back to get ready for that pegging.
All the while, I watch the window like a hawk, and I think it takes me about fifteen minutes, but the sky is still more gray than blue when I shut off the water.
I turn off the light and I’m ready to start waking Cam up when I remember, condoms and lube. Shit, I think I have a condom, but I doubt it would fit Cam, and I don’t have lube.
He could have some?
Like a lightbulb turning on in my brain I remember he put his wallet on top of the dresser in Sandy’s room the day we arrived, so silent as a cat I sneak out and go in search of it.
I find the wallet right away, and it does have one condom, but I almost shout in frustration when I can’t find any lube there or in his toiletries in the bathroom.
Another lightbulb moment happens and I sprint downthe stairs, into the kitchen, grab the olive oil, then back upstairs I go—all butt naked.
Cam’s thankfully still sleeping soundly when I carefully open the door to my bedroom again.
I know I don’t have much time, so I climb right into bed, put the oil and condom in my spot, then carefully slide the sheets off him. Using my hand as a guide, since I still can’t see anything, I reach out to touch where I think his hip should be but touch the top of his thigh instead.
The breath I let out sounds so loud in my head, the loss of sight making everything seem... more, more everything. I slide my hand up, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to stop a cheer when I realize he’s completely naked.
Slowly, so slowly, I move his leg to the side then lie in the space between his knees, and then again so slowly, I trace his leg until I get to his groin. I feel his trimmed pubes before I finally make contact with his thick cock. It’s still impressive, even when completely limp, and before I can think too much about it, I stretch my neck to lean in closer and hold it up for my first ever taste of dick.
It’s... skin, honestly. Nothing I haven’t tasted before. But if I do this right, I know that’s gonna change.
So I get to work. I wrap my hand around his base and suck the tip into my mouth, pull back to lick at it, then down the side, up the other side, suck the tip again.
Little by little he begins to harden in my hand and mouth, and the rush I get from it... it’s exactly the same as it has been with women.
Maybe I can’t fault Cam for needing more confirmation about my physical attraction to him, because though I was sure, I have to admit this cements it for me.
Sucking a guy off isn’t something non-queer men like, not something they can do, at least I don’t think so. So this is every bit the evidence I needed.
When his groggy moan sounds in the still pitch-black room, my own dick begins to grow hard too, and there it is, exactly what I trusted would happen.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I murmur, then go right back in for another taste.
“AJ?” he asks, voice deliciously raspy. My hips twitch down to grind my dick against the bed in response, that’s how fucking sexy his voice is right now.
“Yeah?” I ask, then take a bit more of him into my mouth and suck harder.
“God, AJ.”
“Something wrong?” I ask teasingly, then lick down the underside until I reach his balls.
I’ve always liked it when someone licks my balls, so maybe he does too? I try it out and the pleasure-filled moan I get in response is all I need to suck at his skin there too.
“Want me to stop?”
“What? When did you—how did you?”
“I thought I’d give sucking your dick a try.” I answer his questions. “And in a bit I’m gonna put a condom on your cock and then ride you into a good morning unless you stop me.”
“Wait, I don’t expect you to?—”
