You May Have Met Him

by Sebastian Carter

  Theo laughed now.

  And then Elliot reached over, and he put his hand on Theo’s thigh.

  Chapter Eight

  Elliot

  It started with Elliot finally getting the courage to touch Theo as he sat across from him, still in all his delicious, naked glory, and Elliot’s eyes moving down the length of Theo’s body as he sat in the chair. He focused in on the small bit of fabric hiding Theo’s penis from view, the swell of his balls, and the lanate plains of his thighs that Elliot now put both hands on, rubbing and kneading the flesh.

  Theo pushed his hips forward and spread his legs wider so Elliot could drop down to his knees in between them. Then Elliot turned his attention up Theo’s body to the landscape of his stomach built into his sculpted abs and all the peaks and valleys Elliot now ran his fingers over, one finger cresting to the top of an abdominal muscle then falling down into the heady in-between space.

  Elliot met Theo’s gaze. Hopeful. Coaxing. The heat he saw there was unmistakable. Somewhere in his mind, a voice kept the usual chorus to tell him this was not possible, this didn’t happen to him, but in that moment, Elliot was able to silence it. The moment won out. The very real sensation of the beautiful man spread out on the chair in front of him, the man who opened himself up so that Elliot took the given permission to touch and explore everywhere he desired.

  That permission brought him back to the small piece of cloth covering Theo’s dick. Elliot put his hand on it to experience in the palm of his hand the way it strained against the fabric. Theo took in a sharp breath of air, but he didn’t pull away. Elliot curled his fingers over the waistband of the underwear, and Theo lifted his hips as he pulled them down. Theo’s cock sprang free and thumped, hardening against his solid stomach. He stayed still as Elliot touched a finger to the top of Theo’s cock. It was soft and warm against his fingertips, and his breathing became more shallow.

  “How is it?” Theo asked.

  But Elliot was unable say anything. He curled his fingers around the shaft of Theo’s dick, and he savored the heft of it in his hand. He gave it a soft tug like he’d done with his own so often—when he’d convinced himself that touching himself was all there was and all there ever would be.

  But now it wasn’t.

  And this was an entirely new experience. He was feeling another man’s cock in his hand. Communing with the flesh of another man in all the heat, the sensation, the scents. It all became a bit of an overload. His mind had trouble parsing the assault of new information due to the way his blood to rush through his veins and into his brain. An endorphin high that made him a little dizzy and out of step with time. His mouth grew dry.

  As his hand moved, Theo moved his hips and thrust into the Elliot’s fist. Another man moving at his touch, enjoying his touch. This sense of being in control, the move of his hand in one direction brought a shudder, in another, Theo gasped and bit his lip, focused his now-intense blue eyes on everything that Elliot did to him. And that sent a thrill of unbridled excitement through Elliot’s whole body. This was a new kind of game, one that he had only heard about or seen on porn videos, but from which he was cut out. Until now. This was a game he had no intention of letting end.

  He moved his other hand to take in and caress the soft flesh of Theo’s balls. The hairs brushed up against his palm, against his fingertips like soft silk brushing against his skin. He cupped Theo’s balls and gave them a soft squeeze that, once again, caused Theo to take in a sharp intake of air.

  “What do you want to do with that?” Theo asked him in a husky voice. “Have you ever tasted cock before?”

  Elliot’s eyes widened, and he looked up into Theo’s face, at his lips parted just a bit and his tongue lashing out at his bottom lip, the teeth biting that same lip. A beautiful mouth, he thought, as he reveled once again in touching this breathtaking man’s cock, now swelled and rod thick.

  Theo was right: He had never tasted cock before. The realization struck him and caused yet another flurry of heartbeats to pound in his ears. But here he was, so close to changing that forever. From this point on, he would be in a different crowd, a new group, those people who had experienced such a close, personal connection with someone else. This was his event horizon between never having been intimate with another man before to knowing what it was like, to being in on the secret.

  He bent forward, his mouth only inches away from the tip of Theo’s cock. There was a wink of precum pooling at the slit, threatening to spill. He touched his fingertip to the spot, which clung in a viscous string when he pulled away. The sight of it made him smile, and he glanced up at Theo’s face with his tongue pushed into the side of his cheek so that his cheek bulged out a little. Theo’s breaths came in shudders.

  Then Elliot did something wholly unexpected. He touched the wet part of his fingertip to his tongue. It was mildly sweet but mostly salty and surprisingly not unpleasant to taste, and he wanted more. He leaned forward, and he touched the tip of his tongue to Theo’s dick and experienced the flavor of it once again along with the inebriating rush of the salty smack of Theo’s skin. He ran the tip of his tongue all around the head of Theo’s cock to make sure he got every last bit.

  “There we go,” Theo said. “Just like that.” He let out a long moan.

  He wrapped his lips around Theo’s cock.

  “God yes,” Theo whispered.

  Elliot was doing it. He was really doing it. This was the thing he’d spent so many nights in his bed dreaming about, the sensation of another man’s penis in his mouth. He once even had the odd notion that maybe he could taste his own, and he spent several long, twisting hours on the floor of his living room, naked with his legs lifted up above his head all in an effort to push his stiff dick onto his own tongue. He was unsuccessful. He wasn’t limber enough.

  But now, he had his lips wrapped around a penis. He had the head of a beautiful man’s dick touching his tongue, a taste on his lips. Slowly, to savor each second, he slid his mouth further down the length of Theo’s dick, letting his tongue experience each and every bit of skin he could. His own dick hurt, it was so stiff inside his pants, and he fumbled with one hand to loosen the belt and undo the button and pull down the zipper to pull his own dick out and squeeze it with a free hand. His other hand was still marveling at the feeling of Theo’s balls against his fingertips. Each time he moved his mouth further down Theo’s cock, he grazed fingertips lightly over Theo’s balls. Theo groaned and pushed himself closer so that Elliot understood—he liked it, so he kept doing it, teasing at the skin.

  He could smell Theo too. A clean scent at first like soap still caught in the soft nest of his pubic hair, but beneath that, the earthy scent of man—Theo’s scent. It was all at once a surprise at the bite of it and wildly erotic. He’d caught whiff of himself on hot days before taking a shower, maybe on his own fingertips after scratching himself, and that was nothing like this. This was another man’s scent, a primal scent that tugged at something deep inside. If there was any doubt whether or not he was really and truly gay, this scent confirmed it for him. Right now, there was no other smell in this world besides Theo’s manly odor.

  Elliot worked at Theo’s cock. He sucked it in until the head of Theo’s dick pushed at the back of his throat, and he couldn’t help but gag a little, then he pulled up. “Sorry,” Elliot said, his eyes watering.

  “It’s okay.” Theo took deep breaths. “Happens to everyone.” He spread his legs a little wider.

  When Elliot went down on him again, Theo flinched a little and laughed. “Careful. Teeth,” he said.

  It never occurred to him. He was too busy enjoying it.

  But Theo pulled away.

  “I’m sorry,” Elliot said.

  “Don’t apologize.” Theo put a hand beneath Elliot’s chin. “This is your first time,” he said. This was a conversation they had already. Theo leaned forward, and he took his hard dick away from Elliot’s face. “Let me show you.”

  “Was I that bad?” Elliot asked
him. He was honestly concerned. He liked doing it to Theo, sucking his dick, but he wanted to be good at it.

  “Honey, you’re doing fantastic. Trust me.” But Theo leaned forward so that his face was inches from his, and he brushed Elliot’s lips lightly with his own. “I don’t want to come too quick. You should be getting the treatment first. This is about you tonight.”

  “But I want to,” Elliot said. He smiled and lightly kissed Theo back.

  “And you’ll get to.” Theo still held his chin with his fingertips, and Elliot met his hungry gaze. It was there in Theo’s eyes: He was enjoying himself. They twinkled with the smile that was broad on Theo’s lips as they kissed. “I want this to be about you tonight, okay?” Theo pulled back, and he looked down. It took Elliot a second to realize that he still had his dick out and gripped in his fist. Theo reached down and moved Elliot’s hand away. “I want to see more of you.”

  “I don’t look anything like you,” Elliot said. His face was hot, his cheeks red.

  “I don’t care,” Theo said. He moved off the chair, a hand on Elliot’s chest, and he pushed him back to the floor. “You’re you. I’m having fun with you. I want to see you and only you.”

  Elliot swallowed hard as he looked up into Theo’s eyes. No one had ever said that to him. Again, the script played again, that this was not something that happened to him. But the way Theo said it, he had no choice but to believe it. “You really are attracted to me?” Elliot asked him, almost like he was beginning to believe it.

  Theo bent down, and he kissed him. His hands worked beneath Elliot’s t-shirt, touching the skin of his stomach, moving up to run a rough thumb over his nipple. “I am so fucking turned on by you, Elliot,” Theo whispered. “You can’t even begin to understand.”

  When Theo rubbed his cock up against his, Elliot understood.

  “You are sexy. You’re hot,” Theo whispered. His breath brushed against Elliot’s ear, and Theo lifted him back up with a strong arm at his back. Before he knew it, his t-shirt was pulled up and over his head. Elliot didn’t have time to argue, because Theo’s hands were already at his jeans and pulling them down, causing him to lift up his hips so that Theo could pull them all the way off. He tossed them to the side.

  The rush of another man’s hands, fingertips that were a little calloused from what Elliot assumed was manual labor and sports. But then Theo sat back on his heels like he was admiring something.

  “I mean, look at you,” Theo said. He touched Elliot’s stomach. “How can you think you’re not sexy? You even have abs.”

  Elliot looked down at his thin stomach, propped up on the carpet with his elbows. Next to Theo’s abs, his were nothing. “Like I said before, it’s probably a lack of good nutrition.”

  Theo bent his head down, and he kissed Elliot on the stomach, then he craned his neck up to meet Elliot’s gaze. “Well, I think they’re cute.”

  Elliot burst out in a quick laugh. “Because that’s what every guy wants to hear, that their abs look ‘cute.’”

  Theo joined his laughter. “I told you,” Theo said.

  Elliot’s grew confused. “Told me what?”

  “That before the night was through, I was going to pay you a compliment, and you wouldn’t blush.”

  When it was pointed out, Elliot’s face grew warm with a blush.

  “And, he’s back,” Theo said. He giggled, and Elliot did too.

  Theo remained looking at Elliot, and Elliot stared into his blue eyes.

  “Lay back,” Theo said, and Elliot did what he was told. He lay with his back the floor.

  Theo laid kisses starting at Elliot’s chest. His tongue lashed out at his small, round nipples, and Theo even used a little nip with his teeth to force a gasp from Elliot’s throat. “You like that?” Theo whispered.

  Elliot only nodded, and Theo went back to the kisses. All Elliot could do was watch him. His hands were touching Theo’s head, his hair tangled between Elliot’s fingers. A little stiffness from some sort of hair product. All of it turned him on. His cock begged for attention.

  But Theo had other ideas. Instead of going down, he moved up. He moved in closer. “God, you’re beautiful,” Theo said. And this time, Elliot let himself believe it just a little more. Only a smidge, a crack in the wall caused by Theo’s repeated words, which allowed some of that belief to leak through and touch him. Could he be beautiful to a man like Theo?

  Theo kissed him.

  Maybe he could. Maybe a guy like Theo could find him attractive. Theo’s tongue moved in between his lips, and Elliot breathed in Theo’s air.

  And all the while, Theo’s hands gripped his sides, slid up to his arms and massaged, a thumb to rub across his nipples then pinch and tease so that Elliot gasped with pleasure. He liked having his nipples played with, he realized.

  As Theo kissed at his throat, a hand brushed across his pubic region to touch at the hair above his cock. Then, finally, Theo’s hands cupped his balls. The suddenness of it caught Elliot’s breath, and he bent his head back so that Theo put his lips on Elliot’s neck and nipped at his sensitive skin. The hand found his hard cock and began slowly stroking.

  There was no sense of impending nausea, not this time. This time, there was only the awareness of Theo’s hot fingers touching him, and the only thing he wanted was for Theo to continue.

  Elliot’s hands returned the favor as he explored as much of Theo’s body as he was able. His hands touched Theo’s chest and the thin, bristly hairs that covered his pectorals. He let his fingers curl in the silky tuft of hair that darkened the space between the solid mounds of chest muscle.

  Then Theo moved back down. He kissed and tongued his chest, and he moved down to his stomach. His tongue worked down his side in such a way that caused a shiver, and Elliot lifted his head to watch as Theo kissed and lapped at his skin. Then he hovered. Elliot’s whole body swam with the expectant tingle of hot breath on his aching erection. One hand continued to stroke fingertips lightly over Elliot’s balls, but Theo’s beautiful blue eyes were looking up at him. He wet his lips and smiled as Elliot stared. Short, ragged breaths were all he could manage.

  He bent to kiss Elliot’s hip, and Elliot gasped. Hip bones. He never would have guessed they were so sensitive. Theo’s tongue wet the skin there, and he kissed back in the direction of his cock. As he hovered again, Elliot nearly begged. His cock was almost close enough to touch against Theo’s chin, and he tried to buck his hips up toward Theo’s mouth. But Theo used his strong hands to hold him in place. The whole time, he grinned.

  Instead, he moved to Elliot’s other hip, and he repeated the kisses and the sucking. It felt good. It felt amazing! Now he realized that Theo was only teasing him.

  “Come on,” Elliot said. His voice was breathy.

  Without warning, Theo licked at the swollen head of his dick. Elliot shuddered, and he gripped the carpeting, clenching his fingers and pulling so tight he thought he might pull it up from the underfloor. Theo’s mouth moved over his cock head and slowly down his shaft. Elliot was not necessarily a religious man, but right then, he spoke the name of God. The warmth engulfing his dick, the sensation of a tongue pulsing along the length of the shaft, and then the pressure of Theo’s throat as it worked at the head. Time had stopped, his brain lost track. He could live in this moment, get lost in this moment and stretch it to an eternity, and he could be happy. Then, finally, he slid his mouth back up Elliot’s cock.

  Elliot was being loud. It crossed his mind that the neighbors might hear him, Mrs. Hegemeyer and her little Yorkie, and logically, he knew he should be embarrassed by that. But Theo’s mouth sliding back down his dick shocked any embarrassment out of his system. Fuck the neighbors. This was what heaven was like, and he wanted them to know it.

  A few thrusts of Theo’s mouth, lips pressed tight, up and down Elliot’s cock, and an intense electric wave built in his center, the touch of a live wire that began in his groin and sent electric shocks coursing through his entire body. Both of his hands
were tangled in Theo’s hair, and he managed to lift his head up to see that Theo hadn’t moved, that he was taking every bit of Elliot’s spunk down his throat, every ounce burst out of him, Theo’s throat still swallowing and sending rush after rush to spasm through his body, legs stretched, knees rigid, his toes curled until a cramp entered his right foot.

  When it was over, Theo slowly pulled back, and Elliot lay gasping for air on the carpet. Then Theo was there, in his field of view, and he kissed Elliot hard on the mouth. His tongue darted in between Elliot’s lips, and Elliot caught the flavor of his own saltiness still on Theo’s tongue. He put a hand on the back of Theo’s head to keep him locked in to the kiss. He’d never tasted himself in that way. He wanted it, the rawness of it, and he wanted the ambrosial flavor of Theo’s mouth mixed with it.

  Finally, Theo released his kiss, and he rolled onto his side, his head propped in the palm of his hand.

  “Is there more?” Elliot asked. “What about you?”

  Theo smiled, and he put a hand on Elliot’s chest to trace his nipple with a finger. “I wanted you to experience it first. This is your first time. This ain’t no blow and go.” He leaned over and kissed Elliot. “Honey, we’re just getting started.”

  Chapter Nine

  Theo

  Theo sat with his head propped up in the palm of his hand, and he traced a line up Elliot’s chest as Elliot smiled up at him—beamed up at him, more like it. This was a guy once so out of touch, so lost.

  Until now.

  Elliot lay back on the floor still. He stared at the ceiling, but he also stole glances punctuated with silly grins at Theo until Theo bent down to kiss him again.

  “You doing okay?” he asked.

  A small crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he grinned. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I just had mind-blowing sex,” Elliot said.