I wasn’t sure about that. “No, then I’ll feel like I need to reciprocate, and I want to be able to back out.”
“You can back out at any time,” you assured me.
You started rubbing my back then. Your hands were magic. I leaned against your chest and rested my head on your shoulder while you slowly worked your way down my spine. You’d told me before you’d once kept a masseur as your lover.Keptwas the word you’d used. I’d been jealous at the time, but now I was getting the payoff.
Would you tell your future lovers that you’d oncekepta dancer?
I shut those thoughts down. Not helpful. You were here with me, and I was going to make the most of it.
“Do you know how lovely I think you are?” you asked in that low, rumbling voice of yours. It was deeper than Xavier’s. How could you use the same vocal cords to get an altogether different vibration? Then I wondered if you might be seducing me into having more confidence. I couldn’t always tell.
“Yes, you tell me all the time,” I grumbled. You chuckled in my ear, then licked my lobe and tugged a little at the fleshy part with your teeth. My cock rose like a flagpole and I rubbed it against your naked abs. This was more like it. I pushed you back until you were lying on the bed. I fisted both of our cocks and rocked my hips against yours. Your butt flexed, lifting me up a little.
“Why don’t you come sit up here,” you suggested and patted your chest. Your tongue swept against your lips, and you eyed my dick like it was a juicy cheeseburger. I completely ignored what I’d just said and crawled on my knees until my boner flopped on your face. Your hands gripped my hips, adjusting my position so that you could take me into your mouth. I shivered from the wetness on my sensitive head.
“I never thought it would feel like this,” I said.
I didn’t know what I’d expected, that it would be like choking or dying because that was what it had been like on my end. You popped off my dick to give me instructions.
“Thrust into my mouth,” you said. “You don’t have to worry about hurting me. I know what I’m doing.”
You were a good teacher. People should pay you to show them how to fuck. You never called it that, though. With you it wasmaking love. Such a romantic.
I was still a little uncertain. One of the worst things was not being able to stop it once it started, since my voice had been taken away from me. I was just used as a receptacle. Kids in school used to call each other cum bucket as a slur, and it always made me cringe. That’s what I’d been to Roger, a cum bucket.
No teeth, Orlando.
I shivered and banished Roger’s voice from my head. You were waiting for me, mouth open, tongue darting out to lick what you could reach. I used the headboard to brace myself and slowly dipped my cock into your mouth like testing the water temperature of a pool.
“Pinch me if you want me to stop,” I said, and you nodded.
It felt good. Really fucking good. Your fingers rubbed my ass while my dick went a little deeper. I didn’t want to make you gag or give you a sore throat. You tugged me to you, signaling I should press harder. Your lips clamped around my shaft, and everything inside was all wet and smooth, like a Slip-n-Slide for my dick. Then you sucked, and a wave of pleasure coursed through me that made my balls ache, but in a good way. Thebestway. Was this what Roger felt? I shook my head and concentrated on your face. Your eyes watched me intently as your tongue swirled around my crown and flicked beneath the ridge. Okay, that was pretty sexy.
I thrust again gently, and you adjusted the angle of your head on the pillow, taking me in deeper. I rocked my hips softly into you, fucking your face. You moaned, which told me this wasn’t terrible for you, so I started to let go. The motion carried me, like in ballet. This was what humans had been doing for as long as we could fuck. I felt myself getting lightheaded and I pulled out, which wasn’t easy. I jerked my cock until I jizzed all over your face and open mouth. You obviously didn’t have my same hang-ups, so I gave you a healthy serving of it.
Once I’d cleaned you off, you hugged me to you as if it was over, and we were now going to cuddle.
“My turn,” I said.
“Orlando—”
“I need your encouragement right now, Henri. Stop babying me.”
Your eyebrows lifted at my tone, and you gestured with your hand like an invitation to your dick.
“Here goes nothing,” I said and got back into position between your spread thighs.
Your cock was ready, so there wasn’t much prep work that needed to be done. I put my mouth on the tip, kissing it without the suction like you might peck someone’s cheek. Not too bad. I sunk my mouth around your crown, and you groaned in appreciation. A pity groan, no doubt, since this was about as hot as a doctor’s exam. I got in a few good pulls before I gagged.
Thankfully, your eyes were closed, a blissed-out expression on your face. I decided then, instead of going too deep, to just try licking all around. That was easier. You smelled nice down there, tangy like citrus with a mellow woodsy musk. Bruno told me he could always tell when we’d been together because he could smell you on my skin, and I liked that.
I tried taking you in my mouth again. It was easier this time, enjoyable even. There was no one holding me down. I could breathe. And best of all, you seemed to like it, moaning all of the pet names you had for me. I wanted to please you, even if it was only a fraction of the pleasure you gave me.
And then, all of a sudden, I’d had enough. I popped off and grabbed the oil from the nightstand table where we’d left it last night, taking a moment to have another drink of water. I used my hand to get you off and wiped you clean afterward.
You showered me with hugs and kisses.
“It wasn’t too terrible, was it?” I asked.
