“Ugh,” I grunt. “Fuck. Please, Dion, I…oh, God.”
He stops moving at the most perfectly devastating moment, just mere seconds away from an inevitable orgasm.
“Not yet, Benji, not yet.”
Benji. He calls me Benji, like he used to. He was one of the only people at my school who did. And I didn’t book the tattoo appointment under that name. He remembers. He remembers.
“Can I make you come?” I blurt the question out eagerly. Dion looks momentarily taken aback by it too.
“Oh, you will,” he says, regaining composure.
“No, now. I want to get on my knees and make you come in my mouth,” I push him gently away from my hard-on.
“Well, when you ask so nicely.”
In a few seconds, we’re in a differentposition. Dion is sitting down and I am kneeling between his legs, my hands on the waistband of his boxers. I look up at him, a pleading expression on my face. He nods, and I slide his underwear down his thick legs.
“Fuck,” I moan when I can see him. He’s all dark curls and juicy berry lips and pink flesh. I can’t stop myself from diving down and inhaling him at the crease of where his thigh meets his pussy. He smells like soap and musk and my new favourite meal.
I should be panicking. It’s been a long time since I’ve given oral. It’s been even longer since I’ve given it to somebody I care so deeply about, but I’m too consumed with lust for Dion that not even a stampede of elephants pulling me away from him could stop me from exploring him with my tongue, my lips, my nose. His cock is hard and I waste no time taking it in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it while I suck gently, and then not so gently. He groans and shakes, so I do it again. And again and again and again.
“Shit!” His hips buck into my face and I smile into his slick flesh. He tastes salty and sweet and creamy, all in one delicious mouthful. I keep playing with him, sucking and licking and even gently scrapping my teeth over the top of his beautiful cock. And although they’re quiet, hissing sounds — not loud, desperate moans like I make — he keeps cursing and rutting into my mouth.
“Shit, Benji, I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” he tells me after many blissful minutes of me worshipping him like this. His hand is lost in my hair and his blunt fingernails dig into my scalp in a way that feels possessive and gives me just the right amount of pain.
I don’t say anything back. I simply keep his dick in my mouth and I hollow my cheeks out as I suck and keep my tongue swirling in circles around the tip. And then hispussy seems to get hotter and wetter against my lips and my chin and he pulls so hard on my hair, tears come to my eyes. But I don’t care. I love it. It’s the most perfect sharing of his orgasm with me and I fear I could become addicted to him giving me pain while I give him pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps after long seconds of thrusting into my mouth. And then, when the switch flips and the pleasure becomes discomfort, he pushes me away from his dick.
“Good?” I ask, wiping my mouth.
My stupid question earns me a thin stare. “You know it was.”
“I want to do it again.” My eyes are back on his pussy as I lick my lips, searching for traces of him.
“Maybe later,” he says. “But now, stand up.”
It wasn’t me who just had a body-clenching orgasm but even so my legs are weak as I get to my feet. I feel a quick beat of embarrassment at how my erection juts out inside my boxers, but that disappears the moment Dion notices it and uses a hand on my butt cheek to yank me closer to him as he shifts forward. His face lines up with my dick perfectly and I can practically hear the fresh flood of blood that surges to my genitals just at the way he looks at me.
“I’m going to suck you,” he says, pulling my underwear down so unbearably slowly. “And you’re not allowed to touch me.”
I think about his hands in my hair as I went down on him. It feels cruelly unfair. “But, I?—”
Dion looks up into my eyes over the outline of my colostomy bag. “Trust me.”
I exhale and immediately reply, “I trust you.”
“Hands behind your back and eyes on me,” he says, and I obey. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
TWENTY-FOUR
DION
NOW
He smells the same.It’s crisp early morning air, ylang ylang and freshly cut grass. Like the first warm day of the year in spring. Like a hug with the earth and the sky. It must be the washing detergent his mum used and now he continues to do so. It’s a possibility that would pierce my heart like a dagger if I wasn’t so preoccupied with the imprint of his dick in his boxers. I could stare at it forever, enjoying the way it twitches now and then, like it’s fighting to escape its confines.
So I do the decent thing and I pull Benji’s cock out of his boxers and use the elastic of his waistband to angle it so it’s pointing straight up. Of average girth, it’s definitely above average length and there’s a meandering vein wrapping around the underside. I immediately want to know what that feels like on my tongue, so I take a long, slow lick up his shaft. Benji moans and trembles in response, like his knees were about to buckle but he catches it at the last moment.
