Destination, Wedding!

by Xavier Mayne

  “I kind of hate you for how amazing your shoulders look,” I said. “I’ve been working on mine all year, and nothing.”

  He ran his fingertips across my shoulders, sending a delicate shiver down to my… well, all the way down. “My shoulders are nothing compared to this,” he said, bringing his other hand in front of me and tracing the V-line of my lower abs down to the waistband of my boxers. “I’d love to have your V.”

  “Good news,” I said. “You do have my V. It’s all yours. And here’s a pro tip: at the end of the V, there’s a D.”

  Oh, that crooked grin. I hope he never does that in public, because then I’d do something that would get us both kicked out of any reputable establishment.

  “Thank you,” he replied graciously. “I will take you up on your most generous offer.” He kissed me, and then, with that devilish grin still firmly in place, he began to slide down.

  I watched him descend in the mirror. He ran his fingers down my torso, taking my breath away and turning my nipples into hardened munitions that would pierce armor. Kneeling before me, he ran his fingers along the waistband of my boxers and looked up at me with wide, imploring eyes.

  “Like you even have to ask,” I chided him. “The boxers are brand-new, but you are free to fucking chew your way through them if that’s what gets the job done.”

  “And what job is that?” he asked, his fingers beginning to edge under the elastic.

  “The job of getting your hands on my penis. Or, you know, your mouth or something. Your call.”

  “Let’s see what we’re working with here,” he said, smiling slyly. I felt him begin to pull down, the fabric of my boxers sliding along my hardness. A moment later, my cock popped free.

  Though its length was no secret—he could see it clearly outlined through the material—its reach still seemed to surprise him. It bounced out and whacked him on the nose.

  “Someone’s eager,” he said with a laugh as he shucked my drawers down to my ankles.

  “Someone’s been waiting an entire year for this moment, so yeah, I think you could call me eager.”

  “Well, I won’t make you wait a second longer.” He reached out and laid hold of my member, then looked up at me. “This is the first one I’ve ever touched,” he whispered.

  “You’ve never touched your own?” I teased.

  “Oh, I’ve touched it plenty. Especially in the last week, thinking about you.”

  Fuck. The things he says. I think my dick grew an extra inch.

  “It’s so hot,” he said, sliding his hand up and down my length. “And it’s… huge.”

  “Thanks, but it’s not nearly the largest I’ve seen.”

  He squinted at me. “How many have you seen? I thought Barnaby was the first and only.”

  “Dude, we were in the same locker room all during swim season. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice Colin, or Neal, or even Allen for that matter. They were all enormous. And you—you’re bigger than me.”

  “Maybe when I’m soft, but you—you’re a grower. Those other guys probably don’t get any bigger when they get boned up. Plus,” he continued with a grin, “I used to see Colin tugging at it before taking his underwear off—like he wanted to be a little plumped before showing off the goods.”

  We both laugh at Colin, whose attitude in the locker room seemed to stem entirely from the size of his dangle.

  “But I don’t care about other dicks because I have the best one right here,” he said. Then, leaning forward just slightly, he opened his mouth and without warning slurped the head of my cock into his mouth.

  In movies, when someone’s dream comes true, they look heavenward and smile, and the music swells and all is right with the world. When my dream came true—there was no other way to think about what getting my dick sucked by Trevor Hendricks meant to me—I basically collapsed. Like, knees buckling, hands flailing collapsed. It was mortifying.

  Well, except for the part about landing naked on Trevor. That part was nice.

  “You okay?” he asked. As concerned as he looked, I noticed he hadn’t taken his hand off my dick. The dream lived on.

  “You’re just so….” I struggled for the words. “I can’t believe you’re here. Still can’t.”

  He pulled me into a sitting position, and put his hands along my jaw, cradling my face. “I’m here. And I don’t want to be anywhere but here. Okay?”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  “Good talk. Now I gotta get back to what I was doing.” He placed a hand on my chest and pushed, and I fell back to the floor. “Perfect,” he said, and took his place between my legs.

  As my cock entered his mouth for the second time, I closed my eyes and just let myself feel this moment—the man I had crushed on for a year was now here, with me, doing something to me that a week ago I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest fantasy.

  Well, I had imagined it. I just never thought it would actually happen.

  This was happening.

  “Oh my God, how… do you know how to do what you’re… amazing, oh my God that feels… so good best blow job ever.” At least that’s what I think I said. I may not have been quite that articulate in the heat of the moment.

  He pulled back, kissing the slick head of my cock as it left his lips. “Better than Barnaby?”

  With my cock free of his mouth, my power of speech returned. “First, I believe it was Miss Manners who said that it is rude to inquire about former lovers while giving a blow job. Second, Barnaby didn’t put his mouth anywhere on me, which was actually fine with me because he kind of reeked of cheap cigarettes. Third, you are a fucking natural at this cock-sucking thing, because damn.”

  “You say the sweetest things,” he murmured, then got right back to it.

  It was then that I discovered another untoward side effect of having one’s most fervent dream come true. It makes one ready to come in about twelve seconds. Which, at the moment, I was not necessarily opposed to. But I wanted my first time with Trevor to last a little longer than it takes to work a long-division problem, so I tried to work a long-division problem in my head (I know you’re supposed to think of baseball, but the only reason I watch baseball is for the hot players, so that wouldn’t really have helped me right then). By the time I came up with a remainder, I was on my way back up Orgasm Mountain, so I needed to have a new plan.

  I pulled him off of me as gently as I could. He looked deprived and disappointed until I kissed him. He rose up, laid me back down on the carpet, and kissed me with such soft urgency that I thought I might come anyway. Then I tasted my own precum in his mouth, and I just about lost it.

  “I want you on the bed,” I managed to say around his tongue, which was thrashing about in my mouth, making concentration impossible.

  He pulled back and smiled.

  “Now,” I said. My struggle to keep from shooting all over his leg gave my voice a gravelly drill-sergeant bark (a scenario we would explore later, when my aunt and uncle went back East for a wedding). He got to his feet, which left me briefly at eye level with his briefs, and I took a moment to silently thank the universe for bringing me that particular gift. I was looking forward to unwrapping it.

  He sat on the bed and then, with an adorably shy look on his adorable face, laid himself back. He was giving himself to me, trusting me with his first sexual experience. I was touched, I was honored, I was so hard I could barely stand it.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, crawling up the bed until I was over him, face-to-face.

  “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys,” he replied with a quiet snicker.

  “Just one.” I kissed him, kissed him again. “Just you.” I lowered my hips to his, felt my naked cock brush against his fabric-covered one.

  “I think I’m going to have to wash these myself,” he said.

  I looked down and saw what he meant—a dark spot where precum was oozing from his erection had appeared on the front of his briefs, and seemed to be spreading fast. I was probabl
y making it worse by contributing my own drops, since I’d been leaking ever since he first walked into my bedroom. “We can do it together,” I said, “in the bathtub.”

  He smiled and appeared quite content to let his briefs continue to dampen. I, however, wanted them off before another second went by.

  “I’ll just set them carefully aside,” I offered, as I slid down his body and hooked my eager fingers under his waistband. I yanked them off and threw them over my shoulder—I wouldn’t find them until the following Thursday when I put my hand in the pocket of my hoodie and pulled them out. On the plus side, it was an obscene reminder of my first real sex; on the minus, I was at the end of the year picnic for the swim team at the time. Luckily Trevor had come with me, so we had a good laugh about it. Then we made out behind the snack bar.

  There he was, my idol, my dream come suddenly true. Trevor Hendricks was laid out before me, fully naked, fully hard, and fully into letting me do anything I wanted with everything I could lay my hands on. He was outfitted top to bottom with lush but not showy muscle; he looked athletic rather than bulky. But, I discovered as I laid my hands on his rounded pectorals, there was plenty of strength there.

  “You feel as good as you look,” I murmured. He blushed, but there was still a sexy smile on his face.

  “How do I taste?” he asked teasingly.

  I was startled by the boldness of his question and warmed by the hunger in his eyes. For all his reserve in public—he was practically a cipher to those around him in school—now, here, he was intense and frankly lustful. It was a good look for him.

  “I’ll have to find out,” I said, licking my lips. “This may take a while—I want to be thorough.”

  His eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. Permission, clearly, for me to take him with my tongue. He would not be disappointed.

  I started with the soft hollow at the base of his throat. There I kissed the softest skin I’d ever felt—I swear I could feel his heart beating on the other side. I moved across his clavicles, ran my lips along each as they swept delicately out to his strong shoulders. Now his nipples were stiffening, and I closed my mouth around the first one I came to—on the right, as it happened. He moaned and arched his back, and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around him, crossing them where they met in the hollow above his ass. Holding him tightly, I kissed my way down his flat, muscled belly, stopping in my downward progress only when I came to his belly button. I knew myself to be ticklish there, and it was a good thing I had my arms around him to hold him tight, or he might have bucked right off the bed when I stuck my tongue into his innie.

  I released my grip and arrived at the main event. The soft slope from his belly button to the region beneath I covered with my kisses, and I soon found myself nuzzling at the base of his cock. His pubic hair was soft and light brown, and it smelled of vanilla and lust—a heady combination of lotion and precum. His cock, still as hard as when I had unveiled it, I grabbed firmly with both hands. A sharp intake of breath let me know he was keenly aware that he was about to get manhandled for the first time in his life. And I intended to do the job right.

  As long as I live, Trevor’s cock will always be my first cock, just as mine will always be his. And I have never had another in my hand, or in my mouth, or in my ass, that I loved more. Trevor was more than a cock to me, of course, but there was something essential about him that his cock expressed. I felt I knew him better in that moment, holding him in my hands, than I ever had before.

  I leaned forward and kissed the tip, then lapped up the little droplet of sparkling precum that emerged in response to my kiss. It was sweet and slick and just about the best thing I’d ever tasted.

  “I’m happy to report,” I said, licking my lips, “that you taste just as amazing as you look.”

  “Are you sure?” he replied, looking down at me, his face flushed. “I think you should try again, just for… science.”

  That’s my boy. “You’re right—it was reckless of me to jump to conclusions. I’m going in.” I again kissed the firm head of his cock, then opened my mouth and proceeded to cram as much of him in as I could. It wasn’t much—probably only half of his six inches would fit—but it was the first time I’d ever had a mouthful of dick, and it was all I could have hoped for. His writhing on the bed was a nice bonus.

  “Oh fuck,” he huffed, his back arching.

  I had a feeling he was, like me, on a hair trigger. Not that I had any objection to coming early and often—we had all weekend, after all—but my experience with Barnaby left me wanting a little more. And now that he was here, I wanted our first time to be everything we’d ever imagined.

  So I slurped up another delicious drop from the tip of his cock and then kissed my way down the smooth shaft. He continued to moan and wriggle, though he sucked in a sharp breath when I reached the place where the hardness of his cock met the softness of his balls. Unlike my balls, which tend to be pretty tightly gripped to my body, his were draped elegantly below his dick, and were gently sliding up and down as if excited to meet me. I was definitely excited to make their acquaintance.

  “I watched these balls from across the room all year,” I said. “They were the highlight of my day.” I put my hand over them, then continued in a whisper. “Don’t tell them, but your balls were a close second—after your dick, of course.”

  Trevor laughed, sending his balls churning under my hand. “I promise not to say anything.”

  “Thank you, sir. I do want to maintain good relations with the boys, since I’m about to introduce myself.” And with that, I opened my mouth and slurped in the one on the left, which hung a little lower and danced a little more energetically than the other.

  “Oh my God,” Trevor blurted, sitting upright in an instant. I think he was afraid I was going to bite it off or something.

  To reassure him, I slowly ran my tongue around the smooth ball, gently exploring it while being careful not to apply any pressure. I looked up at him as his face softened from terror to woozy delight. “Oh my God,” he said again, but with a rather different inflection this time. He sank back down to the bed, but I could feel his thighs twitch every time I made a circuit around his ball with my tongue. Reluctantly, I opened my lips and let his ball slip out.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. “When I first started to wonder if I might be gay, I figured my balls had kind of lost their purpose—since I figured kids weren’t in my future. But now I know they do have a purpose. They belong in your mouth.”

  “Damn right.”

  “So can you do that for me, please, like right now?”

  “I’m on it.” This wasn’t as easy as it sounded—each of his balls was a healthy mouthful by itself, and they had plenty of room to move around. But with determination all things are possible, and I was determined to get both of his testicles into my mouth at the same time. I slurped up Mr. Right, forcing another moan from Trevor, then went after Mr. Left. He proved to be a slippery character, but when I trapped him with my fingers, he knew the game was over. He joined his brother in my mouth, and it was a happy family reunion for all involved.

  Trevor panted a bit and moaned rather maniacally, but I think he was generally supportive of my efforts. I grabbed his ass with both hands, gripping the hollows formed by his frantic thrusting. Though my mouth was full, I still managed to suck my cheeks in around his balls, feeling their smooth resilience against my tongue.

  After a couple of minutes of this, I was worried Trevor might hyperventilate, so I pulled back, stretching his ball sac a little—just some gentle traction that I thought he might like.

  “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…,” he chanted, his head thrashing side to side.

  I let go of Mr. Right, and pulled back a little more to feel Mr. Left slip out between my lips.

  “Oof. Fuck.” The tension flowed out of Trevor’s glistening body, though his panting was still making his abs flash in and out of view.
He opened his eyes. “Please?” His cock twitched at me, telling me what he wanted.

  “It would be my pleasure,” I replied. I cradled his cock in my hand and kissed it delicately. Then, summoning all my powers of concentration, I relaxed my throat as much as I could and took him into me. When he hit my tonsils, he exploded. There was no other word for it. I could feel every pulse surge through his cock, and then hot wetness blasted into my mouth. I pulled back—not wanting to suffocate on the product of his first non-solo orgasm—and let him fill my mouth while I continued to suck and pull on him.

  He growled and thrashed and shuddered until it seemed like this was less an orgasm than a new lifestyle he’d suddenly adopted, like coming would be his new way of interacting with the world. Which I would have been totally fine with, by the way.

  Finally he stopped erupting, stopped writhing, and stopped sounding like a bear in a trap. His cock didn’t soften a bit—a sign of good things to come—but I let it slide out of my mouth. I kissed the last bit of cum from it (I’d been worried about the taste, but damn, everything about him tasted good), and then set it gently back against his belly. It throbbed there, and I silently promised it I’d be back for more. Lots more.

  I slid my way up his body until we were face-to-face again. I was expecting a little postorgasm cuddling, but he gripped my head with both hands and kissed me with a strength that startled me. He wrapped his legs around me, cinching us into a full-body hug.

  “That was amazing,” he said, once he’d finally let go of my lips. “I’ve never felt like that before.”

  “Me either.”

  “Now I want to make you feel that way.” An excited grin broke across his face. But instead of getting up to let me take his place, he started to shimmy down the mattress, leaving me on all fours above him. He ran his hands down my back, sending shivers all over me, and then continued down my buttocks and thighs. I was starting to wonder where he was going when he moved his hand around to grip my cock and pull it down toward the bed. Then his mouth closed over it and I was on my way.