“So how do I deep throat you without hurting you?”
“Some positions can make it easier, like if you’re on your back on the edge of a bed, but I don’t think that’ll help here, sweetness. I think your jaw is too small. I don’t think I’ll actually fit between your back teeth to get anywhere near your throat.”
Feeling dejected, Drew sank down until he was sitting on his heels. “But how will I makeyou feel good?”
Zach cupped his cheek and stroked Drew’s face with his thumb. “You already were. I don’t need you to take me all the way down your throat to feel good.”
“But everyone loves being deep throated!” Drew objected.
Zach shrugged. “It is good, but it’s not the be-all and end-all of blowjobs, sweetness. I think a lot of it’s more about how it looks than how it feels. Most of the nerve endings are around the head of my cock, so there’s not quite as much stimulation when I’m being deep throated.”
Drew’s eyes narrowed. He suddenly understood Zach’s flare of possessiveness earlier. He didnotenjoy the thought of someone else deep throating his angel.
Zach caught the change of expression and hurried to add. “What you were doing felt amazing, Drew. I don’t need anything more from you. If you don’t like giving head, you don’t have to do it at all.”
“Idolike it,” Drew protested. “Apparently I just suck at it.”
“Hey, none of that,” Zach chided. “You’re doing great. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. It takes practice, but for your first time, I have absolutely no complaints, okay?”
“Okay,” Drew agreed begrudgingly.
“Did you want to keep going? As I said, you don’t have to.”
Drew pushed himself back up to his knees. “Yes, I want to keep going. Just as long as itdoesfeel good and you’re not just saying it does to make me feel better.”
“I swear, I won’t lie to you, Drew,” Zach vowed. “It really does feel amazing.”
Feeling better, Drew bent his head back to the task, concentrating on the head and crown with his mouth and using his hand for the rest. He found that Zach was most vocal when he flicked his tongue against his frenulum and tongued at his slit. He did that as often as he could, loving the salty bursts he was rewarded with along with the pants and moans.
A few minutes later, Zach tried to urge him off once more. “I’m close,” he gasped.
Drew shook him off and kept going. As much as he appreciated the offer, he loved the taste of Zach’s precum and wanted to taste all of him. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked gently on the head, and Zach thrust shallowly into his mouth. The head of his cock was smooth and slick against Drew’s tongue, and he was leaking constantly. Then Zach cried out and shuddered, and Drew’s mouth was flooded with cum.
Oh. Oh, dear.
It wasn’t the taste that was the problem, but the feel of it. Drew had always been sensitive to textures of foods, and having a mouth full of hot sticky cum was much, much worse than he’d anticipated. Zach was still pulsing over his tongue when Drew gagged and yanked himself off. He turned to the side and, much to his mortification, threw up the entire contents of his stomach onto the ground.
They must have looked a right sight—Zach, pantsless and panting, his spent cock laying against his T-shirt, and Drew, red-faced and on his knees, retching into the grass. He was going to die of embarrassment, he just knew it. Just as soon as he got his roiling stomach under control. He sighed internally. Those fish and chips had beenreallygood. Pity they weren’t anywhere near as nice on the way back up.
A hand settled on his back and rubbed soothing circles. “You okay?” Zach asked once Drew had gone an entire thirty seconds without barfing.
“Oh my God, I amsosorry,” Drew cried, unable to even look at Zach.
“Hey, it’s okay, I swear. Come here,” Zach urged and pulled him up into his lap. He’d not gotten dressed again as yet and Drew kept his eyes down, looking at the contrast between the hair on Zach’s thighs and the denim of his own jeans.
To make matters even worse, Drew felt his throat begin to burn and tears sting at his eyes. For fuck’s sake, hadn’t he cried enough for one day? If he didn’t already, Zach was going to think he really was a losernow.
“Sweetness, please don’t be upset,” Zach soothed, holding him close.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Drew half wailed, turning and burying his face against his angel’s chest.
“Don’t be. It was your first time. It’s a learning curve, okay? You’ll learn what you like and what you don’t, and next time will be even better.”
“Next time? You really want there to be a next time when blowing you caused me to throw up?”
“Of course I do, but only if you want to try again. BJs aren’t for everyone.”
“I was so looking forward to it,” Drew told him. “I can’t believe I’m such a loser.”
