He impatiently pushed his shorts and briefs off with one swift motion, practically stepping out of them before they even hit the ground.
A cock was a cock.
Sure, they came in many lengths and sizes, but until then I’d never thought twice about seeing another man’s dick. And Ricky’s wasn’t any different than most, except knowing what it could do to me… scratch that, what it would do to me, fucked with my head a bit.
With his pale-blue eyes drilling into mine, I white-knuckle gripped the comforter as he began leisurely stroking himself.
“Catch up,” he said with little patience.
I obediently pulled off my T-shirt, shorts, and briefs. Maybe this was it. Maybe the freak-out he’d waited for was finally coming. Because paying attention to my cock was one thing… but how the hell could I do the same to him?
Yet, with each drag of his hand, he inadvertently answered that question with the obvious. “We have the same parts,” he said, reading my mind. “You give back what feels good.” Still, seeing him fully erect and hard as steel had my nerves wreaking havoc on my confidence. His eyes drifted down my nakedness and stopped on my crotch. “Lie back, on the center of the bed.”
I did as told, and his demands, although hot as fuck, had me wondering if I’d ever feel confident enough to call the shots. Based on my deer-in-headlights reaction, I was miles away from that kind of conviction.
Regardless of my uncertainty, Ricky wasted no time, sitting on the edge of the bed, beside my hip. His eyes focused on my hand reaching down to try to bring some relief. Beating me to the punch, he pushed it away and took control. After only two or three pumps, he leveled me with his gaze and swiped his tongue across my slit.
“Fuck!”
“Not yet,” he said before teasing me with a few soft kisses and light licks. And when he finally lowered his mouth over a third of my length, the carnal moan that escaped meant I was at his mercy. His right hand gripped my base, and his left continued stroking himself. I was so lost in the earth-shattering way he sucked my cock that I hadn’t noticed his body aligning with mine, bringing his hard-on to rest on my shoulder.
Panic hit… hard… especially when my cock tapped the back of his throat.
How the fuck could I do this?
And as my mind began to spiral anxiously while he tormented me with his mouth, my own mouth inexplicably felt deprived. Having a mind of its own, my head twisted and I kissed the tip of his cock.
That one move was all it took for him to realign our bodies into a sixty-nine position.
When he gripped me tighter, I did the same. When he moaned and the vibration traveled through me, I copied him. His every action caused my reaction. It became a tit-for-tat act that had me regretting I’d been missing out on such raw pleasure. Every one of his sucks was met with one of mine until he repeated taking my entire length. I hesitated, tried, and gagged… which only seemed to spur him on.
Ricky continued to give me the best blow job I’d ever gotten, and based on the way he subtly fucked my mouth, based on the groans that continued to rumble through him, I hoped that I wasn’t disappointing him too much. And through it all, I had been very aware of the fact I had a man’s cock in my mouth. Yet the only emotion it spurred was carnal desire. No panic… just want.
It was hard to concentrate at times. Especially when he used his other hand to cup my balls. I forgot my task, causing him to fall out of my mouth when I gasped for air. Feeling bad, I neglected him. I took his cock in hand and pumped him slowly, although my movements got jerkier with each forceful suck. He never slowed and, if at all possible, actually upped the game by pressing a fingertip into my ass.
My free hand landed on his hip for leverage as I gasped. “Holy shit.” Bucking and squirming seemed to increase his determination, and it was seconds later when I fiercely released into his mouth. The man sucked me dry. Bursts of numbing pleasure pushed me through a vortex into another dimension. He patiently waited during my crash back down to earth, when those forceful sucks morphed into soft kisses.
With one hand still holding my softening cock, he lay on his back, his shaft stiff and waiting, in a challenge of sorts.
It took a few long minutes for my brain to start working. I leaned into him and resumed my intentions, wanting to blow his mind as he had just blown mine. At that moment, I wanted to please him and hoped I wouldn’t disappoint.
When I began to suck hard, it created the kind of pressure to rival a vacuum.
“Fuck, Cooper. Don’t stop,” he said, releasing me to place a firm hand on my back. He held on for dear life as every part of his body prepared for what I wanted to be an epic release.
By the time I got into a rhythm of alternating sucks and pumps, I no longer suffered from nerves. Yes, I had to step up, but more so I wanted to.
“I’m going to come soon. If you’re not ready for that…” My response was to suck harder, and a predictable wicked surge of pleasure halted his words.
He raised his head and stared into my eyes just in time to witness me attempt to suck him dry. Curious and wanting to experience it, I never second-guessed my decision to swallow. Unfortunately, a last-minute panic caused it to dribble out the sides of my mouth. It didn’t seem to matter that I’d failed, since he continued to jerk and twitch before sliding out to settle on his back and calm down.
His eyes tracked my hand wiping away his evidence even as I still reeled from my own release. I stared, worried over his indecipherable expression. Until he raised himself on his elbows, his blue eyes remaining fastened to mine. “That was fucking unreal,” he said before reaching to skim his thumb over a spot on my chin.
The move caused me to state, “Obviously I need some practice.”
“Well, that was pretty damn great considering you’re an amateur.” He then plopped back with a thump, and as I did the same, he added, “But I’ll gladly volunteer to be your test dummy until you perfect it.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ricky
Cooper and I lay side by side in opposite directions while staring at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity. I wouldn’t say it was necessarily awkwardness that stretched between us, more so bewilderment… for me at least. I’d been with plenty of men and never had that intense of a release. It seemed to go on and on, and once I was done, I probably could’ve gone another round if it weren’t for my brain short-circuiting over Cooper’s compliance.
Consuming would be another way to describe it, because it wasn’t just my cock that had gotten lost in the act; it was also my heart. This man, who had so many reservations going into this, had pushed them all aside to pleasure me in one of the most intimate of ways.
Until now, I’d been convinced that each encounter was the time he’d raise his hands in surrender and back away. I no longer feared he would, at least not yet. I think I’d whetted his appetite enough to want more. And with this blow job, my floodgates blew open and all sorts of possibilities rushed through them… all sorts of other acts.
But being ready sexually didn’t mean he was ready emotionally. Once he filled his curiosity, and after he realized being with a man was no longer a taboo thought, his floodgates could easily open in other ways. He could realize there was more than just hot sex. He could search for a better connection. He could fall for another man.