I was already hard, and my penis pulsed slightly with my heartbeat as it lay on my stomach. I looked down at myself and then up at his face nervously. So far, we’d only touched each other under the covers with a peek here and there. Was Bubba really ready for this much blatant male genitalia?
“We could turn off the light,” I suggested.
“No way,” Bubba said firmly. “I wanna see all this. Besides, a good mechanic knows it’s important to have a strong light.” He took my penis gently in one hand and gave me a wink. “I’m just gonna think of it as a Japanese luxury sedan I gotta learn my way around.”
I started to laugh, but then he lowered his head, and my chuckle turned into a strangled cry. I clamped my eyes shut and bit my lip, trying to control myself. The sensation of his hot, wet sucking mouth on the crown of my penis, licking along my shaft, and sucking in my testicles, gently, one by one, was indescribable. I honestly thought I’d die if he didn’t stop. Or if he did stop. If he didn’t keep doing that—like that, just there.
My elbows collapsed, and I lay back on the bed, trying, unsuccessfully, to widen my thighs in my pants, or raise my hips—anything to give him more access, to get more of his mouth on me.
The tickling and teasing, so slick and warm, had me panting and then moaning. And finally, he used his mouth and hand to suck me in deep. He sucked and released, sucked and released in a familiar rhythm. My thighs shook.
“Oh my God. If you keep doing that—” I gripped his head to insure he did.
He pulled off long enough to say, “Come for me, Sean.” Then he drew me in with irresistible suction and friction. I managed tiny thrusts of my hips as my testicles drew up tight, and pleasure coiled in an agonizingly tight spring.
I came with a sharp scream, and he suckled me through it, swallowing around me and making low throaty noises. When I stopped shuddering, he pulled my limp body fully on to the bed and lay down beside me. He kissed me, and I tasted my semen on his tongue. My brain thought, How interesting, as the rest of me melted into his bed.
“How was that?” he asked, though he sounded smug, so he probably had a fair idea.
“That was the most incredible sexual experience of my lifetime,” I replied earnestly. “I honestly think, in terms of human achievements, it outranks the moon landing.”
He chuckled. “Cool. I’ll make a T-shirt.”
I sighed happily and snuggled into his chest. Then I felt the hard-hot rod of him against my leg.
Oh. It was my turn. A new challenge. How exciting.
Chapter Sixteen
Bubba
Whoa. I was a noodle—well, except for one part of me. What an amazing rush. My whole head throbbed with Sean, his taste and scent. It was different—better—than any oral sex I’d done before. I knew Sean counted on me to be the experienced one. I wanted to be that for him. But in fact, when it came to gay sex, I wasn’t any more experienced than Sean, and it was amazing. Mind-blowingly amazing. The softness and hardness of him in my mouth at the same time. The way his cock bobbed and jumped in response to my tongue. I sighed. It was all so—
Wait.
Sean was sliding down my body like a little cat, sniffing here and there, and giving a lick every now and then. I chuckled. “Going somewhere I should know about?”
“South.” He flashed me a grin. “I believe it’s now my turn, and I intend to take advantage of my opportunity.”
I cleared my throat. “Uh, you don’t have to, Sean. I know it’s nice to kind of relax after a blow job and enjoy the afterglow.”
“Oh no. I’ve been staring at that penis of yours for weeks, wondering what it would taste like. It appears that being gay makes a man inherently interested in such things. I won’t be deprived of my adventure.”
I laughed and then sucked in a breath as his tongue made exploratory contact with my cockhead.
“What a lovely texture.” He gave one more lick and then—bye bye, Charlie. That little devil sucked in a mouthful of cock so huge he should have choked, but all he said was “Ummmmm.”
I yelled, “Holy crap, warn a guy!” Somehow, he’d managed to not only fill his mouth, but to get an inch of cock into his throat, and he was swallowing! The rhythmic pressure on my cockhead made me see stars, and my body, which had been humming along with heat, burst into flames.
My hips lifted off the bed like a bucking bronco, and somehow Sean turned into a cowboy and stayed with me, hand clutching my dick and keeping it in his mouth. He scooted on top of my legs to keep me still and then bobbed his head in my lap, up and down, sucking hardest at the tip and then opening his throat to take as much as he could. Relentless! And fantastic.
“Oh man! Oh God!” I couldn’t stop. I was bouncing him up and down with my hips trying to get more and more into his mouth. Then his exploring fingers started tickling and massaging my balls, and that did it. “Sean!” I yelled to warn him, but he kept sucking and cum shot out of my cock straight into his mouth.
At first, he swallowed, but then he coughed and pulled back. Still, he kept lapping at my softening dick like a little kitty.
I gasped, “Oh my God, you’re a natural!” Then I just breathed. Or tried to. Wow. Just wow.
He crawled back up me and stared into my face. “That was a very kind thing to say. Did you mean it?”
“About you being a natural? Hell yes. I mean, if you hadn’t told me you’d never given a blow job, I would’ve thought you did it for a living.” I raised my head. “No wait, I didn’t mean it that way, I just—”
He laughed. “I will accept your comment as a tribute to a level of professionalism.”
I nodded, still breathing hard. “Yeah, I think that’s what I meant.”
He combed his fingers through my chest hair. “I was unable to swallow without coughing.”
“Hey, in my observation, that’s hard for anybody. I’d say all those fingers and bananas paid off.”
He rested his head on my chest. “That was educational. And quite amazing.”
I blew out a long breath and tightened my arms around him. “It was all amazing from my point of view.” I sighed. “This has sure been a great evening of firsts for me. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. It was an exceptional first date.”
I pressed my lips against his beautiful hair. It squeezed my heart to realize Sean was a grown man who’d never had a date. “I’m honored I got to be your first. Date, I mean.”
“First everything. I’m glad too.”
I wanted to tell him that on Monday I was going to try for one more huge milestone, but I was too nervous that I might fail, so I kept my mouth shut.
Slowly, we settled and drifted off to yet another first—we spent the night in each other’s arms.
My adviser, Dr. O’Henry, stared across the desk at me from behind his owlish glasses. “Physical therapy?”
I nodded, adjusted in his guest chair that wasn’t made for men my size, and tried to look positive.
He said, “I’ll be honest with you, Bubba. From a purely practical point of view, you can probably make more money as a private trainer or a sports coach than you can as a physical therapy assistant. Not that money should be your primary requisite.”