by Lila Rose
Snorting, I replied, “I doubt it.”
“And I doubt you’ll not please me. Take each step as it comes…and hopefully, we’ll both come. But it doesn’t have to be tonight. We don’t have to do anything other than enjoy each other’s company while eating dinner.”
“I want something to happen,” I admitted with another blush.
“Thank snicker doodles for that. I would have jumped your bones before you made it out the door.”
“I-I’m just not sure what—”
He gently touched his lips against mine. “Doesn’t matter what we do as long as we have fun doing it with each other. Whatever you’re not comfortable with tell me and I won’t ever cross that line. I can promise you, Mattie, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t like.” Once he received a stiff, nervous nod from me, he continued, “Now, let’s go and have some dinner. After that, we’ll watch a movie and see where the night leads us.” He winked and tugged me toward the kitchen.
Dinner was amazing. Julian made a creamy fettuccini pasta, with baked cheesy bread. “Have you always wanted to be a masseur?” I asked after we’d finished eating. It was just one of the many questions that flew around his small two-seater table that night.
“Actually, yes. I enjoy it, talking to new people all the time. I also work part-time in a spa retreat, but I branched out to do home calls as well. Some people are just too embarrassed to enter the resorts because of how they look. They’ve always wanted a massage, but worry judgment would come with it.” He shrugged. “At least in their homes they feel safer.”
I nodded my understanding. “How’d you come about being the man for the football team?”
His smile left his face for the first time that night. He looked down at the table as though he was ashamed by the answer. “My father got me the job.”
Quietly, I asked, “Is that why you wanted to leave on the first day? Because your dad got the job for you?”
“In a way, yes. My father and I don’t see eye to eye. My mother either.” I could tell he didn’t like the topic of his parents and I hated that for him. I hated whatever they’d put him through and I found myself wishing I’d known him back then to help him with whatever they’d done. Suddenly, he snorted and looked to me. “They’re nothing like your amazing parents.”
Chuckling, I said, “No, mine are just embarrassing.”
Julian laughed. “I have never met anybody like them before. No mother has told me to ‘keep the spice in the bedroom.’”
Groaning, I sat back in the chair and warned, “Don’t remind me.”
“Back on work subjects, I’ve never asked what you do, when you’re not at uni or football.”
“I work casually at a real estate agency. I got my certificate last year from online studying. I only do Saturday mornings and Wednesdays.”
His head went to the side and I found that cute. “So you did online studying as well as university? What’s your major at uni?”
“Business, one day I hope to have my own agency.”
He smirked. “You’re very focused for a guy your age.”
Shrugging, I admitted, “I had nothing else to do. I wasn’t one to want to party, pick up girls…I—” A blush rose.
“I understand your need to hide that you’re gay, Mattie. I did the same, but with all this fabulousness it’s hard to hide what I love, which is men’s cocks.”
I coughed out a strangled laugh. “You’re amazing the way you are, Julian. It’s why I liked you from the start.”
His eyes widened. “You liked me from the first day?” He sounded as though he thought I was lying.
“I was semi-hard when I saw you and then when you placed your hands on me… Let’s just say the table would have been messy if that massage was longer.”
His loud laughter filled the kitchen. My chest puffed out because I caused him to laugh like that. I wanted to do it again and again. Just like I wanted to do so many other things to him.
“Wow, ah, maybe talking about being hard isn’t best right now,” Julian suggested.
True, because my cock was aching and hard behind my jeans.
“Let’s go watch the movie,” he suddenly announced, standing from the table and quickly turning with his plate to deposit it in the sink.
Was he just as hard as I was?
Standing, I picked up my own plate and took it over to the sink where Julian was rinsing his. I walked up behind him and with all my courage, I lined my body with his. He tensed, only to take a deep shuddering breath and sag against me.
After sitting my plate in the sink, I rested my chin on his shoulder and asked, in a low seductive tone, one I didn’t know I had, “Are you hiding something from me, Julian?”
“W-what do you mean?” he asked as he picked up my plate and started rinsing it. He jumped slightly when I placed my hands on his slim, yet firm hips.
“I think you know what I mean.”
“Nope,” he said, shaking his head.
“No? Well, let’s see then.” My heart beat hard in my chest. I was a nervous wreck. Yet still, slowly, I ran one hand down his side, around to his front and over his erection that was hidden behind his pants. He gasped.
“Don’t worry, I found what you’re hiding.” I smiled when he groaned, dropping the plate in the sink so he could brace his hands on the edge as I ran a tight hand up and down his hardness.
Ecstatic. That was how I felt because I was the one who had started it. However, the jumble of nerves settled deep in my belly had me worried that I would somehow stuff up this seduction and look like a fool.
Yet something also told me that even if I did, Julian wouldn’t judge me or care.
“You’re a man of many hidden talents, poppet. I didn’t know super sight was one of them,” Julian teased and pushed his cock more into my hand.
“It was a good guess, babe, since I was sporting one as well. You seem to have that effect on me.”
“Oh, God, if you keep going, I’ll come,” he warned.
“We can’t have that…yet.” Moving my hand, I placed it back on his hips and turned him quickly to face me. Positioned before me, I slanted my lips down on his and wrapped my arms around his waist more so I could take that extra step where our bodies lined. I rubbed my own erection against his cock and wondered if his was throbbing as much as mine. As my groans were silenced by his lips, Julian slapped his hands onto my arse and pulled me tighter to him.
“Jesus,” I panted, placing my forehead onto his shoulder. It was easy because he was that little bit taller than me. “We, um, should watch that movie,” I suggested, because if we didn’t stop, I was sure things would soon be out of control.
“Mattie, poppet. I… fuck, I can’t stop now. I need you.”
Lifting my head, I stared into his heated gaze. “How?”
“Precious, I want you to fuck me. I need to have you fill me with your cock and fuck me hard, so I can still feel you tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I-I want this to be good for you too.”
Julian giggled. “It’ll be great for me.” He pecked my lips. “Bedroom?” Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. “Aw, it’s so cute you’ve gone all shy now when only moments ago you were the one driving me crazy.”
Laughing, heat rose to my cheeks. “That was pretty much all the courage I had.”
He leaned forward and kissed my neck. “I’m glad for it. I’m super-duper happy to know you want me as much as I want you.” After straightening, he took my hand from his waist and stepped toward the bedroom. The hallway wasn’t long so I was grateful we were in his bedroom in seconds. If it had of been longer, I would have run screaming because my sudden anxiety was overwhelming. However, once I was through his bedroom door and Julian took his shirt off, I was too surprised to think anything other than the fact that I was really about to have sex with a man. A sexy, buff man.
Licking my lips, Julian teasingly undid the top button to his slacks and unzipped them. “I think I’m getting ahead
of myself. You need to catch up.” He smiled, and that smile had me gripping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. I undid my jeans and pushed them down, jumping around while I removed my shoes and socks. I stood back up to see an amused Julian.
Chapter Eight
Julian
He was amazing, absolutely mouth-watering amazing. A tiny bit shorter than myself, but at the perfect height. His frame was larger than mine, but only slightly. I appreciated every defined muscle from the hard workouts he did for football, eager for a touch.
In fact, I was prepared to get to my knees and worship the ground he walked on.
No, bugger that thought. Instead¸ I would worship every bump and dip on the man’s body.
And he was a man, no other his age had the maturity that he did. And no other man had the edible package that was currently forming a tent in his black boxers.
My heart, head, and soul were fit to burst with the raging emotions swirling through me.
Matthew Alexander was in my room wanting me to be his first, waiting for me to fulfil his needs. And it was exactly what I would do.
Anything my poppet wanted I would do and that thought was scary. He could crush me in moments, but I was willing to take a risk on him. There was no logic to it. It simply was. I had no other choice. Like Mattie had said, there was no other choice. He was it for me and there would be, in no way, shape, or form, I would miss what was about to happen.
“Do you need some help?” Mattie asked.
Snorting, more to myself than anyone, because I did indeed need help since my emotions were overriding me, like a wild fire inside of me. I was also worried that I’d move too fast for him. There was a chance that as soon as I had my hands on his silky skin, I’d be even crazier with need, with the need to claim him for myself and no one else.
Giving him a playful wink I said, “I could use some help.”
He smiled and stalked over to me as his eyes raked over my naked chest with desire. My cock bobbed behind my slacks. He wanted Mattie’s eyes on him, wanted Mattie preening all over him, telling him how wonderful he was. Okay, I was going overboard, but I swear my cock had a mind of its own because when Mattie was in front of me, gripping my pants and slowly sliding them down until my dick sprang free—I wasn’t one to wear underwear—I swear on my hidden gay porn that it waved at Mattie.
All thoughts left my brain and my heart flatlined when Mattie growled, “I want to suck your cock.”
“Mmhfphe,” was my reply. Mattie chuckled. He liked that he was undoing me. Something that had never been possible before with my precious lovers.
Amusement left his features and was replaced with lust. His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his hand winding around my cock. He kissed my neck and I arched as I moaned my pleasure. His lips trailed to my ear, where he whispered in a deeper voice than usual, “Do you want my lips around your cock, Julian?”
If I didn’t feel his rapid heart beating against my own chest or the way his hands lightly shook, I would have thought Mattie had done seduction a million times. At the end of the night, I was certainly grading him an A+++ for the way he drove me wild.
“Yes,” I whispered back and was rewarded with his lips smiling against my neck. Leisurely, he trailed his mouth along my body, kissing the whole way down. If my dick could talk, it would have said, “Stop with the torture already and hurry the fuck up. Kiss me. Love me, make me come.” However, I was enjoying the time he took, as though he was cherishing every inch of me.
When he was on his knees, he palmed my dick, rubbing it up and down as he looked up at me, his cheeks a deep shade of red. I wasn’t sure if he was asking me with his eyes if it was okay, if I was enjoying it, but all I could do was nod and smile.
He kissed the tip of it and if Mattie hadn’t been holding my dick already, it would have jumped in joy. A lick around the tip was next, a moan from both of us. He’d enjoyed tasting my pre-cum, something that made me happy. In the next second, one hand dropped to the back of my bare thigh, while his other hand, and soon his head, was bobbing up and down. His hot mouth surrounded my erection, and like a pro, he sucked, licked and tongued all over me.
“Poppet, fuck, that feels good, so good,” I uttered. His hands disappeared and I wondered where they’d gone. In the next moment, he cupped my balls, gently massaging them. His other hand went into the front of his boxers. He started to stroke himself, until I ordered, “Stop touching yourself. Leave that for me.”
His mouth left my cock. He groaned painfully and then growled, “I need to come. Shit, I never thought giving head would turn me on so much. I’m about to blow.”
Stepping back, I said, “Lie down on the bed, poppet. I’ll help you with that.”
He stood. “But…I liked what I was doing. Didn’t you?” He blushed. My man could be so deliciously shy. He was an enigma, hovering between dominant and innocence and I loved every blush as much as every order.
“Never doubt yourself with me, Mattie. I loved it. If I could have your mouth around my cock twenty-four-seven, I would. Though, it’d be a bit awkward explaining it while walking down the street.” I chuckled and then took matters into my own hands. I slipped my feet out of my slacks, walked over to the bed, and lay flat in the middle. Up on my elbows, I watched as Mattie’s eyes perused my body with a wicked gleam. His chest rose and fell in swift movements. “Now, lover-boy, you may continue as you were, but I want to suck your cock at the same time.” His body stilled, until he smiled, discarded his boxers and bounced his way to me on the bed. Before he turned his glorious body around, he leaned over me and kissed the daylights out of me, leaving me panting, breathless, nearly seeing stars, and it was only the start.
The man was going to ruin me in good, delicious ways.
Without words, Mattie, with a deep blush coating his cheeks, got to his hands and knees, shifting around. He placed his knees on each side of my head and then his hands dipped the bed at my hips, on each side. Reaching between his legs, I took hold of his erection and pointed it back toward me. A desire-filled grunt left his lips as I lifted my head and sucked his cock deep into my eager mouth. His body shuddered over me.
“Christ, Julian, that feels good,” he growled before bracing on one hand as his other wrapped around my hardness and aimed it up to his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it and then slid his wet lips down, touching the base. I moaned around him in my mouth. He gagged once, and then retreated.
How could a man who had never given head before be so good? It was beautifully unnatural. Consumed with happiness and desire knowing I found the gem before anyone else, I expected to be afraid when the thought of keeping him to myself for the rest of my living life crossed my mind. I wasn’t.
God, I was going to come soon if he kept his good work up. I needed to change it up a little, take the control back. I let his dick fall from my mouth with a pop. From there, I grabbed his arse and brought it down closer to my mouth. He stilled as I angled my neck, my own cock falling from his mouth when I took the first lick over his puckered hole.
“Julian, I-um, I don’t think…”
“Then don’t think. Feel.” I went back to licking and kissing around, up and down and on his hole.
“Jesus,” he growled, arching his back a little, giving me more access to himself. I knew what he was thinking. We all went through it—that we shouldn’t like what was happening, that it was wrong to like it. But what he was feeling overrode any thoughts.
Placing my head back on the bed, I watched his body for signs of regret, of anything that would tell me I needed to stop. I took my hand from his hip, spat on a finger and traced it around his puckered ring. Rubbing it over and over it until he pushed back on my finger a little, which was how I knew he wanted more. Gently, I pushed my finger slowly inside of him.
“Julian,” he groaned.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. Further in, his body tensed. It was an uncomfortable feeling to start with, but once I was all in and playing, he would
be begging for more. “Just relax, poppet,” I said. Moving my other hand, I wound it around his throbbing cock and jacked him off, easing some of the discomfort. He took a deep breath and when he did, I thrust my whole finger in.
“Fuck,” he cried when I hit his prostate. “God, ah fuck, Julian,” he moaned as I rubbed my finger up and down inside of him.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes.” He then dove for my cock, his wet mouth pumped up and down on it. The motion helped him rock back and forth on my finger. He moaned and hummed around me. Watching him enjoy his first fingering had my balls shrinking up quickly. I let go of his cock, knowing he’d be able to blow his load just from arse action.
“Oh, God, poppet, suck me, yes, like that.” I groaned.
His arse was eager now, hitting back hard on my finger. He slid his mouth to the tip of my cock and then his mouth was gone from me as he cried out, “I’m gonna come.” Mattie sucked my pulsating cock back into his mouth.
He stilled for all but a second and then fucked my finger hard as I felt his cum shoot out all over my stomach. As soon as the first touch hit me, my own load shot forward into Mattie’s mouth. He grunted as he kept coming while swallowing mine down.
“God, yes, take it, take all of me,” I moaned and he did. He drank it all down like a master.
As soon as he collapsed on me, his head hitting my hip, I gently and slowly removed my finger; he twitched from it. I knew he would be blushing like Snow White’s lipstick; the first time was always the most awkward.
He rolled to his side. I sat up and looked down at him, his breathing rapid, his arm thrown over his eyes and, as I thought, his cheeks were red.
“I find it hard to believe that was your first time,” I said.
“Why?” he asked, only he wouldn’t remove his arm so I could see his beautiful green eyes.
“That was the best head anyone has given me.”
He snorted. “Yeah, sure.”