“No,” I say, leaning in to lick at the spurt of pre-cum that tells me he doesn’t hate the idea. “But since meeting you, I watch a lot of porn with uncut guys.”
“Is that a thing?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s a thing.” I put my mouth around just the tip and slide my tongue down the underside of his head, rubbing the ball of my tongue ring against the sensitive spot. “What do you like?” I ask before taking more of him into my mouth, sliding all the way down his shaft.
“What? Like what porn do I watch?”
I nod with my mouth around his cock, grinning when I feel his hand comb back my hair. I flick my eyes up to his when he’s pushed it away.
“Um…Uh…” He’s too distracted watching me to answer, but I don’t change my pace. I just stare into his eyes curiously, waiting for him to answer. “I like the amateur stuff mostly.”
I pop off, letting more spit run out of my mouth. My fingers gently fondle his balls, teasing under them, coaxing wetness down his crack. “Mmm, me too. I hate the scripted stuff.”
“It’s funny rather than sexy,” he says, trying to chuckle through his arousal.
“What topics do you look for? Like, are you watching jock porn where the big, buff football player pounds the pretty cheerleader or the nerdy twink or…?”
Luc is shaking his head, face flushed dark red. Is he blushing or holding back an orgasm already? I should move this along.
“I–I like– Um… I usually only watch gay porn. And I like…unghh… first times.” He says it quietly, breathlessly, caught between embarrassment and distracted arousal over all the ways I’m touching him.
I’ve moved on to swirling my tongue around his tip, slithering it around the edge of his foreskin before pushing my tongue inside.
He bucks, knees rising, and grips my hair. “Shit!” Then he gasps and drops his hands and legs, leaning forward to take my face in his hands. “Shit, I’m sorry!”
I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s alright. I don’t mind, I promise.” I push up to kiss him. “Was that a good reaction or are you not a fan?”
“Good,” he says quickly. “Too good. I wasn’t expecting it though.”
“Thank fuck because that is way too much fun to not do, like, all the time,” I say, pushing him back into position.
This time, I don’t waste time torturing him. I give his cock the full treatment, making it wet and sloppy. He really seems to love when I suck and tongue his foreskin. I think it feels best when I put my whole tongue inside and swirl it around, but the visual of me using just the tip of my tongue so he can see my tongue stud really seems to turn him on.
When my thumb finds his hole and starts massaging small circles, he doesn’t act shocked or jump. He was probably expecting it, he’s obviously had more practice with a guy. I’mtrying not to hate it, because God knows I’ve done my fair share of fucking around. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with someone, though, because it turned out I did need the drugs and alcohol to pretend they were as good as him. I’m glad it’s been that long. Hell, part of me wishes I’d been celibate since that night, because no one ever measured up.
I lick, suck, and kiss down to put my tongue where my thumb has been playing with him. He’s relaxed enough that I could easily slide the tip of my thumb in, but I want to tongue fuck him until he shakes and then milk him for all he’s worth.
His breaths get heavier as I suck and kiss and lick his ass. When I spear the tip inside, he moans, but he hasn’t felt anything yet. When I push my whole tongue inside, piercing and all, he sucks in a breath and curses. Every time I push it in, his breath hitches as the balls of my piercing push through. When he’s soft and pliant under my tongue, and his hips are rocking, I replace my tongue with two fingers and take his cock in my mouth again.
My eyes nearly roll back when he moans my name and runs his hand through my hair. I reach up to cover his hand with mine, wordlessly instructing him to push and guide me the way he likes. Once he takes over, I return my hand to the base of his cock and pump while I take him deep, pushing my fingers all the way inside and curling them up, stroking his insides while I stroke his outsides. He doesn’t push hard, but he finally loses enough control to put pressure on my head, rocking his hips to get deeper.
“Jesse!” He cries out my name three times before spilling into my mouth, and I swallow every drop, stroking his prostate and sucking him through the aftershocks until he’s curling in on himself.
He falls back on the couch cushions, legs falling to either side of me. I rest my cheek against his thigh, giving his cock gentle kisses and licks as it softens while he strokes my hair. We sit like that, silently soaking in the afterglow and waiting for our heart rates to go down.
“There’s no way I’m letting you go now, Luc Martín.”
TEN
LUC
I wake in the middle of the night. At least, I’m assuming it’s the middle of the night. I’m not sure how long we’ve been asleep.
The past day has gone by in a haze of good food, good conversation, and a lot of really good orgasms. Alot. I’m not sure I’ve come as much in the past year as I have in the past twenty-four hours.
We spent most of Sunday night cuddled up on the couch naked, staring into the firelight or at each other, talking and laughing. I’m still surprised by how easy conversation with him is. I forget that he’s a rockstar, or that we’re basically strangers. It feels like catching up with someone I’ve known forever. We made each other come with our mouths and fingers two more times before Jesse led me to his bedroom and went to start the shower. But apparently when he came back to get me to join him, I’d fallen asleep. I woke up late the next morning to his mouth on me, using my body against me to persuade me to stay for the day before turning me around and fucking himself between my thighs. I was close to begging him to just do it, but we both seem to be holding back.
I don’t know why I’m nervous about it. It’s not like it’s my first time. And even though it’s been six years, I know the pleasure is going to overshadow any discomfort.
