by Chase Potter
Alex is lying on his back, wearing tight black briefs with his knees bent over the edge of the bed and his jeans still locked around his ankles. “Help,” he says as he tries to kick them off.
His jeans barely move, and I smirk. “I like you restrained.” I also happen to like the way he’s outlined and straining against his briefs. Supposedly black is slimming, but that must not apply to dicks.
He frowns and tries to free his legs again. “Not fair.”
I drop my own jeans and step out of them as I climb onto the bed. He’s still pouting, and I love the way he’s acting all frustrated. Leaning over him on all fours, I trace a path of kisses down his chest, loving the short hairs that tickle my face on the way. Moving down to his stomach, I press my lips to his skin and forge a line to his belly button. My tongue flicks inside, and I taste the hint of moist sweat. I wonder whether he’s anxious or just really turned on, but that’s a secondary thought, because I’ve found my way to the elastic of his briefs.
I lift the fabric up enough so I have clearance past his dick as I move them downward. That’s not something I’ve ever had to worry about when taking underwear off someone else, but for some reason it doesn’t strike me as odd. I suppose that’s because at this point I’ve come to terms with what I’m doing, at least in the anatomical sense.
The moment I have his underwear down to his thighs, I’m hit by his scent. It’s a mix of sweat and heat and that indescribable smell of a man’s crotch. I can’t stop myself from pressing my face into his short pubes. I breathe in, and my entire world becomes Alex. It drives me fucking wild, and even though he probably thinks I’m weird, I just don’t care.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I tug back just enough so it points toward the ceiling. Then I slide it into my mouth and to the back of my throat. He’s smooth and hot, and I love that my mouth is so full of him. My head bobs up and down, and I taste every ridge and groove in his length as I take him from tip to stern. Every time his head hits the back of my throat, I steal a breath and his scent along with it.
“Matt,” he says as he finally manages to kick his jeans off his ankles and push himself all the way onto the bed.
“Yeah?”
“Scoot over here a bit.” He pulls on the inside of my thigh to get me to move.
I’m still on all fours, and I don’t get what he wants exactly, but I shuffle my knees toward his shoulders. I’m roughly facing toward his feet, and one of my knees is touching his shoulder. Alex taps on the inside of my thigh again, and I look upside down at him.
“More,” he says, and I can tell he’s getting a kick out of this.
“If I move over anymore, I’m going to be straddling your face.”
He smirks. “Yup.”
“Oh.” Instantly I understand what he has in mind. Heat pumps into my face and a few other places too. I’ve never actually done sixty-nine with a girl, obviously never a guy. But with every passing second imagining it, it seems more and more appealing. And my hesitation is replaced by a craving.
As I lift my leg, Alex pulls lightly on the edge of my briefs. When I glance down at him, he winks. “These have to go.”
I straighten out into a push-up position just long enough for him to pull down my underwear. I kick them off and adjust so I’m kneeling over him. A flash of embarrassment returns, and I swallow hard. My junk is literally dangling over his face. If I squatted a little lower, my balls would touch his forehead.
He doesn’t wait for me to do anything though. Taking me in his hands, he angles my dick right into his mouth. My first realization is that getting head from someone upside down is different. The second is that it’s better. Or maybe I’m just so turned on that everything feels amazing at this point.
Following his lead, I take him into my mouth. We go to work on each other, but soon Alex trades his mouth out for his hand. He tilts his head back even farther to suck on my balls. He licks at them, then takes them in his mouth, first one, then the other, and it feels fantastic. Like the waters of heaven itself are lapping against my balls. All the while his hand pumps up and down, and I’m loving it so much I can barely concentrate on what I’m doing.
When I glance down at him, he’s stretching to reach the underside of my balls with his tongue, and his Adam’s apple is poking out because of the angle. If he were the same height as me, it would be easier for him to reach. I spit his dick out of my mouth and grin to myself, and move down a little farther to give him better access. In turn, that makes it so I can’t quite get his dick in my mouth anymore, so I start working on his balls instead.
But even that’s a stretch, and I have to tip my head downward to stay on him. Shoving my hands under him, I squeeze the sides of his ass. As I do, I catch another musky scent. It’s like the one in his crotch, but this is slightly different. Better.
I’m holding his ass in my hands, and the scent is intoxicating. Shadows wash across the room, but it’s obvious that I’m staring right into his ass. Still, I want more than just to look. I want to taste.
Do gay dudes even do that? A second whispers past, then another. Alex is still sucking my balls like there’s no tomorrow, and I have an epiphany: I don’t care about this either.
I drag my tongue downward from the underside of his balls, tasting every inch as I bury my nose and mouth in his ass, spreading his cheeks apart with my face. It smells and tastes like sweet sex man-fucking amazing.
Alex lets go of my balls, and somewhere beneath the heady delirium marinating my mind, a distant worry wonders if he’s not okay with this. I feel the grittiness of his voice against my ball sack, feel it thrum through his body. “You don’t have to…you know…”
I rub my face deeper, if that’s even possible, feeling his ass pressing against my cheekbones, my nose, my lips. His delicious scent fills my world, and I jam my tongue forward, tasting the salty sweat around his hole.
Alex’s hands fall away from my dick, and he makes a sound somewhere between pleasure and prayer.
Time itself holds me in gentle hands, whispering in my ear that I can have this moment. I can take it for myself and for Alex, I can make it last for as long as we want.
I circle his hole with my tongue, slow but demanding. Three times, four, more and I lose count. I lick away every suspicion of salt and sweat, I lick until that smell I loved has been replaced by my own — slick saliva covers him and my lips. I lick him until the tight knot of muscle is just starting to relax. Maybe. Or maybe I’m just more insistent as I press inward, not around the edge anymore but in the center. The muscles in my tongue tense, and then I push forward.
Alex is so smooth on the inside. My tongue ventures deeper, fighting for every millimeter. He tastes like pressure and heat and always that vague saltiness.
He moans, and his hole abruptly forces me back out. But only for a moment, because I’m back, tapping forward again. He shifts ever so slightly and my tongue gets pushed out once more. But if I know anything, it’s that success comes only through hard work and dedication. So for every time my tongue is overpowered, I fight my way back into Alex, wanting more.
But as one need gradually becomes sated, another demands tribute. My dick is pulsing in the air, and it’s getting insistent. Apparently I’m not the only one with that idea, because Alex’s hands are gently pushing me away. Under his steady nudging, I roll onto my back. He turns around to face me, but he’s back on me in a moment, this time with him on top. I wipe the wetness off my face just as he leans down to kiss me.
I suspect that I taste a bit different now, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care as he devours my face with the same tenacity that I was going after his asshole a moment ago. Bending his knees, Alex lowers himself, nestling into me so that our stomachs and chests are touching. My hands grope against his flesh, against the creases and lines and gaps in his body.
I turn away from his mouth long enough for the words to fall from my lips. “I want to feel every part of you,” I breathe. “Even if it takes all ni
ght.”
His amusement dances with the dark, making me wonder if that’s even the emotion I’m seeing. “Oh really?” he asks. It’s a whisper and a taunt — one that I don’t understand until he sits back and rubs his ass against me. He’s still slick from when I licked him, and even though my cock is pressed to the lower part of my belly, it slides in the narrow gap of his crack. I’m not inside him or anything, but even the light pressure of his wet cheeks rubbing against my dick is enough to drive every other thought from my mind.
Alex watches me, and his barely visible smirk grows wider. “You still want to take all night?”
He’s basically sitting on my dick, and when he squirms it feels amazing. I can barely manage to admit, “You’re making me want to get inside you so bad.”
“You have condoms and stuff?” he asks.
“Nightstand.”
Leaning to the side, Alex deprives me for only a moment while he fishes in the drawer. Darkness presses in across the distance, so instead I listen, first to the sound of the drawer scraping shut, then the ripping of plastic held between Alex’s teeth.
He starts to roll the condom down over my dick, and I wince as the ring of rolled latex pinches the wide part of the head. Even draped in shadows, even in his concentration of putting a condom on me, Alex notices this and his fingers freeze. “You okay?”
My voice is soft in the air. “Just fine.”
“You sure?”
“Very.” I tilt my hips up and the condom rolls down a little further. Alex pulls it down the rest of the way, and then I hear the pop of the bottle of lube. Slippery fingers wrap around me, and then there’s a pause.
“I thought I already lubed you up?” I say with a smile.
He chuckles. “Not quite the same.” I hear the snap of the cap shutting, and then Alex hesitates. But it only takes him a few seconds to cautiously ask, “So do I get to ride you?”
“Hell yes.”
Pushing a thumb against the base of my dick so it points nearly straight up, I hold my breath as Alex lowers himself onto me. I can feel him on either side of the head, and then I’m nudging up against his hole. But he’s on top and running this show. He moves lower yet, and after an initial resistance, my cock slips inside.
His heat surrounds me, flooding into me as he takes me even deeper now. I lie motionless as pressure closes around my dick. He sinks onto me until his butt is pressed against my crotch and I can’t get any further inside him. It feels better than the last time we did this, but maybe that’s just because I’m even more turned on. He pulls up a bit, and slowly I begin to thrust.
It’s hard work, just like I’m sure it’s work for Alex to be holding himself over me, but it so worth it. Every time I press into him it’s like I’m tasting a sip of ecstasy, and my rhythm quickens. Alex tilts his ass to a slightly better angle, and I thrust deeper.
“Harder,” he moans, and I oblige until I’m bucking him like a bronco. He lifts himself a little higher yet so I can pull even farther out on every down stroke. The feeling of sliding in and out of him feels the best so far, but after half a minute, I accidentally slip out. My dick slaps against my stomach.
“Fuck, sorry.”
Alex grabs my dick and aims it upright as he settles back down onto me. “It’s fine,” he pants.
“I wish I were longer,” I whisper, and with it comes smudges of insecurity.
Alex pauses, my dick still buried inside him. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he breathes. “You’re perfect.”
Perfectly average, I want to argue, even though he’s moving up and down again, doing all the work for me. And average or not, it’s already feeling good again. Really fucking good. It’s enough to push the insecurity aside, and after a minute of him riding my dick, I start thrusting again, and soon my worries are barely visible in the distance.
For as much as I’m loving this, Alex might be even more. He’s starting to make little whimpers every time I sink into him now. His hand on the side of my stomach tenses, fingers digging into my skin, and the sounds he’s making become more intense.
“You’re… going to make me come.”
Bolstered, I thrust more vigorously, hitting him just a little deeper and harder and feeling the cascading heat pumping through me. His hands tighten even more into my skin, and mine clench around his ass. Alex cries out as the first spurts of his come hit my chest. The heat is everywhere, in my face, my hands, my gut, my groin.
I grit my teeth, and then that heat is flowing out into Alex too. My rhythm matches our slowing breaths and then stops altogether as I feel the last bit of my release.
Even though I’m ready for it when he lifts himself off me, I flinch when he does. He collapses on the bed beside me, panting. We’re a sweaty mess, slippery and wet. Sticky skin holds us together where our biceps and forearms are touching. The air is thick and stuffy, smelling like dicks and lube and fucking. Darkness and time wash together, creating a blend of colored emotions as the minutes steal away from us.
I don’t want to be the first to speak, but just a bit ago when my body stole away control from me, my heart does the same now. “I think I’m… falling for you,” I confess to the sweat-slick air. It’s a guilty secret, a traitor to who I am and what I’ve done. But it’s also the most honest thing I’ve ever said. It encapsulates exactly what I feel at this moment.
Alex turns onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow as he watches me. His voice wanders between caution and playfulness as he says, “Matthew Archer, brilliant designer and ruthless developer, catching feelings?”
This is my chance to shrug off what I just said. He’s given me an out, a way to play it off as a joke. I just have to laugh and make up some bullshit one-liner.
But I need him to know how I feel.
My stomach is splattered with his semen, my navel filled like a tiny pond — literally man-made — and I need him to know how I feel.
“Yeah,” I say, and the next words turn husky. “I am.”
Alex is silent, the kind of invisible sound that has both the power to destroy me and set me free. And I wait, through a hundred individual moments, tiny slivers of time that add up to barely a few seconds. And still I wait.
The question is slow to form, and Alex plods through it word by word. “How do you know?”
I hold my breath, but somehow I’m not afraid. Maybe because beneath Alex’s fear, I can sense his hope. Or maybe just because I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone in my entire life. I’ve never wanted so much to be honest with someone.
And so I tell him.
“I know because every time I’m with you, I wish the rest of the world would just disappear. I want to be with you, just you and only you.” It feels stupid to admit that, but I don’t know how else to describe it.
Again, Alex hesitates. “Are you sure it’s not just about sex? Because it’s okay if you just want to do that.”
I almost laugh, but this isn’t funny. Alex is being dense, whether or not he knows it. “I want to make love to you, sure. A lot of times and in a lot of different positions.” I smirk and shrug, and my shoulders dig into the sheets. “But… I also just want to cuddle the shit out of you for hours. I want to feel your breath on my neck while we sleep, I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up, and I want to make pancakes for you and watch football together,” I finish out of breath.
“How do you know I like pancakes?” This time he sounds more charmed than suspicious.
“Everyone likes pancakes.”
In the short distance between us, I can just barely see Alex raise an eyebrow. “How many guys have you made pancakes for?”
“Just Carson, and that obviously doesn’t count.”
There’s a pause, and finally Alex says, “Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, as in… I’m convinced you’re not just a horny straight guy going on a sexual bender.” He nibbles his lip, and his voice drops to a whisper. “I’m falling for you too.”
A light feeling flutters up through my chest. I want to wrap him in my arms and smother him. So I do. I drag him onto me and crush him with my arms. He squeezes back, and we roll onto our sides. We become a tangle of arms and legs and body parts, and it’s wonderful. Sticky come drips from my stomach onto Alex and the sheets alike, and my condom finally slips off, but I don’t care about any of that.
Because I’m holding Alex, and right now I’m happy.
Chapter Seventeen
The next morning is carried in on the hushed gray of an overcast sky. Blinking slowly, I open my eyes to see that the soft twilight has brushed my room with strokes of white and black and gray. Alex is breathing heavily beside me, and his arm is resting on my chest. Sometime in the night, we threw off all of the covers except for the top sheet. I’ve never slept so close to another guy before, and apparently we give off a lot of heat.
Even in December with just a sheet over us, my skin is covered in a fine layer of sweat everywhere that we’re touching. One of his legs is intertwined through mine, and his sleeping penis is squished against my thigh. I like that last part best. But yeah, sweat in all those places.
I gently pry his arm off my chest and sit up against the headboard, at first regretting giving up the points of contact between us. But then he stirs, still mostly asleep as he turns his head to rest it in my crotch. Suddenly I don’t regret moving at all. His mouth is like two inches from my dick, and damn it if I’m not getting a little horny looking at him like that.
We didn’t really bother with cleaning up or putting on clothes last night. Probably because it was so late, but also because I kind of liked it that way. I really need to wash my sheets now, but there was something immensely satisfying to just… not worry about it. To immediately shower off and scour every bit of Alex off of my body… the thought just wasn’t appealing. Maybe it wasn’t the most hygienic thing to do, but it sure was intimate.