At first, he used too much teeth and not enough suction, but Colton was a quick study. Dean walked him through the basics and he improved immediately. If he kept learning at this pace, he’d be an expert cocksucker in no time.
Although it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, Dean was ready to blow. Just looking down, watching his cock slide in and out of the mouth of Colton Merrick, had him close to the edge. Dean felt the familiar tingle in his balls, his moans deepened, and his legs began to shake.
“Colton, I’m close.” Dean pulled out at the last possible second and erupted across Colton’s jaw and chest. Breathing heavily, giddy and exhausted, he slumped forward, his hands on Colton’s shoulders for support.
Colton stood and deeply kissed him.
“That was great. You sure you've never done that before?” Dean panted, still catching his breath, slowly running a finger through the mess on his chin. “That’s what I like to see.” He smiled, pointing out the droplets of his cum spread across Colton’s chest and neck.
Colton cracked a mischievous smile and scooped Dean up by the back of his thighs, wrapping his legs around him. He walked them across the loft and dropped Dean onto the sofa.
They spent the next hour making out, exploring each other's bodies with tongues, kisses, hands, and fingers. Dean took his time and mapped out Colton’s body, discovering the sensitive areas of his neck, jaw, nipples, and belly button, and how his body reacted to touches, licks, and kisses.
They feasted on one another on the sofa, an endless buffet of pleasure.
Dean floated, in a tangle of arms and legs, Colton’s head resting on his chest as he lazily rubbed circles on his back.
“Dean, what’s your favorite color?” Colton looked up, resting his chin on Dean’s chest.
“Blue, what’s yours?”
“Green.”
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Mmmm, that ravioli you made for my birthday.”
Dean smiled. “Mine is Wonton soup from Wong’s Noodles.”
“I’ve never had wonton soup,” Colton confessed.
“Oh my God, it will change your life. The place is just down the street. I’ll take you there tomorrow.”
Dean gently rubbed Colton’s back and shoulders. “Colton, are you happy?”
“Yes, very happy. Why do you ask?” He pressed a soft kiss to Dean’s chest.
“Well, I know this is all very new to you. I just wanted to be sure you don’t have any regrets.”
Colton looked up with a smile. “The only regret I have is that we didn’t do this sooner!”
Dean laughed and kissed the top of his head.
Dean mindlessly stroked his fingers through Colton’s hair. “I'm surprised I've never asked you this, but what kind of music do you listen to when you’re getting ready for a game?”
Colton tilted his head in thought. “It’s usually stuff that hypes me up. Rap, rock…you know, stuff that gets you excited.”
He shifted on top of Dean.
“But lately, I’ve discovered this hot new DJ…”
He crawled up, kissing Dean’s chest, neck and lips.
“He’s called DJ DVLN…” —deep kiss— “and hereallygets me going.”
“Oh yeah?” Dean chuckled and nipped at Colton's chin, “I’ll have to check him out.”
Dean sighed, feeling a wave of warmth spread across his face. He gently touched his forehead to Colton’s. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
