“Would you want to?” he asked.
“Maybe. With you.”
A blush rose again in his cheeks, because of my directness or his heated arousal. He lifted his sweater to reveal a fine, russet trail leading to his groin, but everything else down there was shaved—maybe even waxed. Probably for all of those near-naked photo shoots. His cock was cut, and the rosy hue of his glans matched his flushed cheeks. The slit dewed with precum, so tempting I could practically taste it.
“I could suck you off,” I said, already salivating for it. “As a friendly gesture.”
“It’s the neighborly thing to do,” he agreed.
I switched places with the laptop, so I could see both the screen and Arden’s face. The twink was kneeling on all fours on a shag carpet and receiving some rough treatment. The one guy yanked his fair hair and choked him with his dick while the other one railed him from behind. Was that the sort of thing Arden was into?
Arden’s eyes looked drowsy as he tracked my approach. He reached into a wooden box on his bedside table and withdrew a condom, casually tore it open, and slid it over his handsome cock.
“Who named you?” I asked. I gripped the base in one hand and licked around the sheathed corona. Similar to our builds, he was longer than me, but I was thicker.
“My mother,” he said with a hitch in his breath. He liked it when I wrapped my lips around the rim of his glans and sucked hard, like a Blow-pop. “She loved Shakespeare.”
“I love Shakespeare,” I said emphatically, then took his shaft deep into my mouth and throat. One of my hands reached underneath him to grope his smooth ass cheek while the other pushed up the soft material of his sweater. Arden’s abdominals rippled as his hips canted upward. His inguinal lines were a work of art. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it at the back of my head to guide me.
“Shakespeare… had… daddy issues,” he panted.
Don’t we all?I would have said, except that my mouth was full of him. I wanted to taste his skin and caress its silky texture with my tongue, but I contented myself with the latex barrier.I took him to the root, my nose brushing against his smooth groin, then drew back until only his head was encased in my mouth. I milked his length with suction, tightening my throat around him, pinching the base of his cock with my thumb and forefinger so he wouldn’t spend too quickly. I enjoyed giving head, always had, and I liked to draw it out a little.
“Michael,” Arden said with such an aching need that my stomach tightened, and I groaned around him. His hands twisted in my hair, and I relaxed my jaw so that I could take him deeper. Arden rolled his hips with my every advance. His noises were pure and enthusiastic, a strange contrast to the over-the-top grunts and cries still emanating from the laptop.
When his cock started to pulse with an oncoming climax, I sat back and stripped off the condom. I shoved my pants down to my thighs and showed him my cock—thick with a wide, flared head and a dark thatch of hair at the root. With my build and body hair, I’d never been considered a twink. I spat on my hands and jacked us off simultaneously. I gave Arden my right hand—the more dexterous of the two—while my left took care of mine.
“Faster,” Arden urged. His pink cockhead peeked from between the circumference of my fist like a shy, spring bloom. His hands found my hips to steady himself while he helped me along by pumping into my hand. I could penetrate him like this. Arden on his back with his long legs bent, red-faced with a spill of golden-brown hair on his pillow. His hole was probably hairless too, pretty and smooth.
“Yes, just like that,” he said.
I jerked him, tight and fast, how I liked it myself. He convulsed, then dug his heels into the mattress and arched backward. He’d pulled the sweater up past his nipples so that when he shot, it missed the fabric and splattered across his finely-honed chest.
My cock tingled with the oncoming release, my balls knotted tight, and I yanked impatiently, wanting to join Arden in his bliss. Ripples of pleasure took hold as the tension I’d been holding onto for hours suddenly eased. I pitched forward and shot on top of his, making a beautiful mess. Arden lay there panting, trapped under a pile of cum. His neck and face were still flush with color while a lazy smile played at his lips. Was this what his clients paid for? To see such a pretty thing ruined?
I buried the thought.
Somewhere along the way, he’d closed the laptop, so there was no longer any pretense of being aroused by the video and not each other. I was relieved I wouldn’t have to see that twink manhandled any more. We caught our breath, staring dumbly at each other, until at last, Arden said, “there are wipes in the bathroom.”
I took that as my cue to button up and retrieve them. I wiped him clean and deposited the mess in the trash. When I returned, Arden still wore that sweater, hitched halfway up his stomach so his skin could dry. Nothing else. As erotic as a freshly fucked pin-up, he could definitely sell me on some new bedsheets.
“Do friends cuddle?” he asked drowsily.
“Definitely,” I said, still drunk from my orgasm, from being allowed to touch him and bring him to climax with my mouth and hands. Arden pulled back the bedding and invited me inside, then scooted his bare ass backward until it was cradled in my groin. My cock stirred and Arden pressed more firmly against me. His feet were ice cold where they brushed against my shins, but the rest of him was so warm and inviting. I buried my nose in his hair, and for a few minutes, simply breathed him in.
“Let me help you with your memoir,” I said after a while. Arden stilled in my arms, and I drew him closer. “I’m between projects, and I need something to do.”
“For payment?” he asked.
“No, as friends.”
“Friends,” Arden echoed. “Friends who fuck?”
“Friends who enjoy each other’s company. My father has property upstate. We could spend a few days there and work on it together. How does that sound?”
Arden was quiet for a moment, so I added, “No expectations.”
“I might like another blowjob,” he said, “as friends.”
