“Can I unzip them?”
“Are you a big boy?”
“Very much.” He started to fiddle with the button at the top of the zipper.
I had to hold my breath to control myself. Everything he did made me so hot. His fingers were quite deft and he got me unbuttoned in seconds. The zipper made a buzzing sound as he drew it down exposing my black briefs. He wasn't moving fast enough so I lifted my hips and put my hands on the waistband to push them past my knees.
“Daddy, you still have underwear on.” He stared at the way they bulged. “It looks uncomfortable.”
He was right. It was.
“Should I take them off?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered.
I lifted my hips again and slowly pushed the briefs down my hips. I was so hard the waistband pushed against my cock, catching it a little roughly. But when it was freed it bobbed up and slapped back against my abdomen.
Sage sat up, his gaze running up and down my body. I leaned back on my elbows and let him look to his heart's content.
“You’re so handsome.” His voice came out soft and reverent.
I smiled to hear him speak so intently. “So are you.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes, baby. Would you like that?”
“Yes. I want to make my daddy feel good like I just did.”
“I would like that, too.”
Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingertips across my belly button, following the trail of hair straight down until they grazed the head of my cock. The light tickle made my balls burn. He grazed his fingertips along the underside of my shaft and down to my balls, tracing them. I'd never had anyone treat me like this before. Maybe I'd been drawn to grabby selfish lovers, or maybe they were drawn to me. Patience was not something I'd experienced a lot in sexual encounters unless the specific kink I had asked for was edging. But even that was just to play, an obedient gesture from a partner to do what I had asked for. Mypast lovers had been very physical. This felt more emotional. Yes, Sage was physically touching me but it felt like more, deeper. Not playing.
My body burned for him. My heart raced. I didn't want to think anymore but I couldn't help but realize I'd come to a crossroads with this young man. I'd found something that maybe I'd been searching for all these years without really knowing it, without knowing what I craved, what I really truly wanted.
I straightened my arms and dropped back onto the pillows. I wasn't going to direct him. I was going to let Sage do whatever he felt like. No matter what that might be, I already knew I wasn't going to last more than a few minutes our first time together.
Sage kept running his fingers over my balls and up and down my shaft as he leaned over me and kissed me gently on the lips. My arms loosely went around his shoulders. The kiss deepened, our mouths molding together.
He wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked upward, sighing into my mouth. The room spun and I had to close my eyes.
Slowly, Sage kissed his way down my chin and over my throat, gently sucking one nipple and then the other. His hand on my cock grew bolder. My arms fell away from his shoulders as he scooted down in the bed and knelt between my legs. When he sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, I let out a loud moan.
He took his time with me. I had no trouble being patient. It was Sage I wanted in any way possible. Just being with him was my treat.
Finally, he pressed his lips down on my erection, sucking with his warm wet mouth, driving me crazy. As I had predicted, I didn’t last. Any control I thought I had vanished. I called out his name in warning.
Then I was coming hard as he sucked, my hips bucking.
He licked me dry and came back up into my arms. As I held him to my chest and he nuzzled my neck, I realized something huge. Sage and I weren’t just sharing orgasms for our first time. We had made love. That was why it all had felt so deep and different from my usual encounters.
Then I had another realization. This was a rare deal for me.
I pulled the comforter over us and pressed my lips to his soft hair, kissing his temple.
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Sage
