Our eyes met, and I read the desire the flashed across his pupils. Clark turned, placed the Heart album on the record player, and set the record spinning.
“I like the way we are together,” Clark said. “That won’t change if we fool around?”
I arched my back, placing my lips only a few inches from his own. “I don’t want a thing to change,” I said. “I just want to taste you again.”
Without another word, Clark threw himself at me. He tossed his glasses to the side while I slammed my lips against his. His hands grabbed at my shoulders and my back, rubbing up underneath my shirt and gripping my thighs. His slight beard was soft against my skin, and when I dragged my tongue along his neck, his whole body tensed with a whimper.
The change was instant. It was electric, like something was surging between our bodies and sparking across our skin. My dick grew thick and hard in my briefs when Clark wrapped his leg around my hip, and when I tossed him onto his back, he made that breathy, whiny noise, like he was begging me to do something without words.
“What do you want, Clark?” I whispered in his ear. “What’s your fantasy?”
Clark leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine. “I want to do what you did to me,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what he meant at first, but then he dangled his fingers along my cock, tracing the thick bulge of my shaft, achingly hard against the denim.
“That,” I said, “we can do.”
I pressed my hands against Clark’s chest and felt the tremble in his muscles. As he breathed, fast and hot, I started to flick open the buttons of his shirt and rub my palm against his skin.
I wanted him so bad. I wanted him more than I had even admitted to myself.
“Aren’t you the one who needs to get some clothes off?” he asked softly.
I leaned back, then shot him a grin. “I want you good and naked first.”
Clark swallowed, then glanced down at himself uncomfortably. “Totally naked?”
A warm feeling filled my chest. I loved reassuring him when he was nervous and bringing him down from his tightly wound anxieties.
Especially now that I knew a reward waited at the other end.
“Good and naked,” I said, rubbing my palms against his hips. My fingers found his fly and flicked it open as I tugged down the zipper.
Clark grabbed the back of my head, then tugged me in for a desperate kiss. “You, too,” he said.
I looked down at myself, and an idea jumped to mind. “For you,” I said, “anything. Just wait here, first.”
I grabbed his jeans, then pulled them off with a quick tug. Clark erupted in laughter as I wrestled his pants off of him. With his button-up shirt hanging loosely open, I could see the hard bulge of his cock in his boxer briefs and the soft blonde hairs that grew along his thighs and beneath his belly button.
“What am I waiting for?” he asked.
I held a finger in the air, then jumped to my feet. “Be right back,” I instructed. “And I want the rest of those clothes off when I return.”
I hurried toward the bathroom and grabbed the bag of clean laundry that had been sitting by the door for a couple of days while I neglected putting it away. I knew that Clark had never given someone a blowjob before. Hell, he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word. But I wasn’t about to let his first experience float by like any other day. I wanted to make it memorable for him. I wanted to give him a treat, I guess because a big part of me was desperate for him to keep coming back for more.
I kicked my clothes off in the bathroom and took a minute to admire myself in the mirror. My cock was thick, with a nice purple head and heavy balls, and my hair was mussed up just the way I liked it. Grinning, I rummaged around in the laundry until I found my jockstrap, then tugged it on and adjusted my throbbing erection in the pouch.
Perfect, I thought.Who doesn’t love a jockstrap?
I stepped out of the bathroom, then made my way back to the bedroom. Clark was still on the foldout. His legs dangled over the edge, and he was leaning back on his elbows. He had stripped off the rest of his clothes, and his cock stuck up against his stomach, stiff and twitching. I could see the needy, desperate look behind his glasses, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.
“Damn,” he whispered.
I cocked my hip out, then stroked my hand up the front of my jockstrap. A new song on the record player started, with drums and guitar pulsing through the tiny apartment. “You ready for this?”
Clark nodded eagerly, and desire surged through my body. I was sure my cock was already leaking against the cotton of the jockstrap. Weeks of horniness had built up in my body, and I couldn’t wait to unleash all of it on Clark and to see the needy expression on his face as he tasted his first cock.
I reached the bed and stroked the side of his cheek. “You’re so sexy,” I said as I traced my thumb down his chin, then up and across his lips. He nibbled at my fingers, then pursed his lips together as a blush bloomed across his cheeks.
