“Oh honey, even if we had the rest of our lives, I’m pretty sure we’d never get to the end of that list,” he whispered as he nibbled his way down my neck. “You have to remember, I have a huge head start on you, and that means I’ve had a lot more time to get creative.”
“You’re not helping,” I told him, feeling incredibly self-conscious.
Peter sat upright, staring down at me as he placed a hand over my heart. “You don’t get it, do you?” I shook my head because I was obviously missing what he was trying to say. “Just being here with you is my fantasy come to life. Sure, I’ve had more sex than you have, but I was always ashamed of the fact that when I jerked off, it was always to thoughts of you. My attraction to you is how I realized I was gay. And I hated myself for it, knowing that you’d eventually find out and you’d hate me for it.”
Fuck. I really wish we’d talked about all this years ago. It would’ve spared both of us so much heartache and self-loathing.
“So the simple fact that I’m here and you’re with me is enough.” He leaned back, shoving his hand into my shorts. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m dying to feel this thick cock stretching me out, but we have time to build up to that. Tonight, I want to give you one thing you’ve always wanted but never had.”
“I want to taste you.” As I paused, Peter shimmied up my chest. “I want to know what it’s like to feel you come in my mouth.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Peter lifted himself up onto his knees, pulling down the lace far enough his dick sprang free. He shifted things around so the fabric cradled his balls, leaving him exposed. He curled a hand around his shaft, running the leaking tip across my lips. I stuck out my tongue, wanting to taste him. He gasped when I made contact with his slit for the first time.
I opened my mouth and sucked him in, digging my fingers into his hips, forcing him deeper into my mouth. I gagged and he tried to pull out. I shook my head, determined to get used to the feeling. This was what I wanted. It didn’t take long before Peter took the hint and started fucking my face. He leaned forward, steadying himself against the headboard as he thrust in, holding himself a second or two before pulling back.
I didn’t want him taking it easy on me. I wanted to choke on him. Wanted to know that he’d take care of me, making sure I didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen. It was something I’d seen once in a video online, and I’d become fascinated with why it turned me on so much, but knew it was something I could only explore with a man I trusted with my life. And Peter was at the top of that list.
The next time he pushed himself to the back of my throat, I swallowed hard, digging my fingers harder into his hips, hoping he’d get what I was trying to tell him. He stared down at me, pupils blown, and ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You like choking on me?”
I nodded the little bit I could in this position, looking back at him, hoping he could see the message conveyed in my eyes.
He pulled out and I gasped for air. “Fuck, you really are perfect for me.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but it still made me preen a bit to hear.
“Move to your side. We will be revisiting this, but right now, I want to taste you, too. No reason you should get to have all the fun.” Peter slid off of me, directing me to roll on my side. He pushed my shorts down and I kicked them off. “Damn, look at that thing. You are so fucking me the next time we have the house to ourselves.”
I loved how easily Peter talked about future plans, but when he did, it was easier for me to forget there wasn’t really a future for us.
That depressing thought was banished from my mind as Peter kissed the tip of my cock. It was the briefest touch, tender and erotic at the same time. I followed his lead, taking as much of him as he took of me, our movements more languid this time. He rubbed my balls and he blew me, allowing his middle finger to drag over my taint. I tensed, worried he was going to go further.
I’d fingered myself a few times, but it wasn’t something that turned me on. That was part of why it’d been so easy to convince myself I was just confused about being bi; if I really liked men, I figured that’d include liking to be penetrated.
“Relax, I’m just playing. I know you’re not ready for that yet. But if you’re curious, I’m a slut for ass play. Fucking love it. You want me to shoot down your throat, that’s the quickest way to get me there.”
Noted. I pulled off his dick, sucking on two of my own fingers. Before the next time we fooled around, one of us needed to make a trip to the store, because even with my digits slick with spit, I worried about hurting him.
Peter bent one knee, making it easier for me to reach between his legs as I started sucking him again. The vibration of him moaning around my cock sent a shiver up my spine. I pressed into him, cautiously at first, daring to go deeper with each thrust. Soon, Peter was fucking my hand and my mouth in tandem. His moans grew more heated and he sucked harder. He begged me for more, and I added a second finger beside the first.
“Deeper,” he demanded, throwing his head back, and I pushed as deep as I could. “Fuck yes, just like that… crook your fingers a bit.” He spit into his palm and started jerking me off as he continued telling me exactly how to pound into him with my fingers. His ass clenched a split second before he barked out a warning and came in my mouth.
Cum dribbled past my lips as Peter convulsed through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He turned himself on the bed, kissing me like he was trying to lick as much of his own cum as possible out of my mouth. Fuck, even that was hot.
“Would it be wrong if I told you I want to see you make yourself come?” he asked when we finally came up for air.
“Why would it be?”
He kissed his way along my collarbone before resting his head on my chest. “Because you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in recent memory and now I’m asking you to take care of yourself. Call me selfish, but I really want to see it. Thought about spying on you so many times, wondering what you looked like when you came, how you got yourself off.”
As he continued relaying this voyeuristic fantasy, I gave him exactly what he wanted. He ran his fingers through the dark hair on my chest, pausing to trace soft circles around my nipples.
Only when he buried his face in my armpit did I have a moment of hesitation. “Fuck, you smell good.” And then he licked me. I’m not sure why that was so bizarre when he’d just had my dick in his mouth and he’d shot a load in mine, but the way he teased my pit with his tongue was a new and odd sensation.
“Don’t stop, Freddie.” He placed a hand over the top of mine and started guiding my hand up and down my dick. He pressed against my fingers, tightening our grip, and increased the pace. It didn’t take long until my back arched and my breath hitched as I coated both of our hands with my release.
The downside of sex for me was that it was better than any sleeping pill on the market. Before I’d even come down from the high, I drifted off to sleep, waking to the feel of a wet washcloth against my stomach.
“Don’t want that to dry and be a mess in the morning,” Peter said, answering my unasked question.
