Fuck, we’ve teased each other so much over the last couple of days that I’m not surprised it’s come to this.
His hands continue roaming all over my chest, then around and down my back as he takes control of my mouth. My cock throbs and strains against my jeans, desperate to be released. Control yourself, Eric, I scold myself. I pull back from the kiss, needing to desperately catch my breath and bring air back into my burning lungs. My lips are raw and swollen from his kisses and my eyes land on his, swollen and moist. I lick my lips, desperate to feel his on me again.
He releases me, grabbing the top strap of one guitar from his chest and pulling it over his head. He sets it down in one of my empty stands before pulling off the other one. “I want to stay the night,” I hear him whisper as he sets the second guitar in another stand. Then he takes a look at my pile of stuff in the middle of the floor and his eyes meet mine.
I chuckle, “You beat me to it.”
His eyes dance back and forth between me and the pile. “You were coming to my house?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but then he realizes that we both had the same plan.
“Ten more minutes and you might have missed me,” I tell him with a smirk.
“Well then, I’m glad I’m faster.” He smiles at me again before pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I cannot promise how far this will go.” His tone is sad. “But I’m tired of not trying.”
My eyes well with tears, though they don’t spill over and I nod with enthusiasm as he claims my mouth once more.
KISSING Eric, that was what I needed. My mind has quieted and my desire for him is taking over. Pushing aside my demons. He is my talisman and he is the one I know that will get me through this. I pull back from our kiss and he rests his forehead against mine as we both find our center again, bringing our breathing back to normal, at least attempting to. “I missed you so much,” I tell him in a hushed whisper.
“Ditto,” he tells me and I smile.
I’d hesitated only briefly when he opened the door, it only took me seeing a pile that was similar to my own sitting in his living room to realize that we may both have had the same intention today. It was seeing all of that laid out that sent me slamming into him. Knowing we both wanted the same thing.
“Stay the night?” he breathes softly as both of our ragged breaths start to slow.
“Please?” I counter.
He stands up a little straighter, his hand rubbing along my arms in a comforting, spine tingling way that makes me shiver. He stops instantly and I smile. “I’m good,” I tell him and his answering smile lights up the room. I grab his hand off of my shoulder, gently taking it between my fingers and backing away, bringing him with me, leading him down the hallway.
“Are you sure?” he asks me with concern in his voice.
“I told you, I don’t know how far I can take this, but I am determined to try.”
I push open his bedroom door and lead him inside. There is a little bit of awkwardness between us, unsure of where either one of us should go at this point and for me, the only thing I can think of is to kiss him again, so I close the door behind us and press him up against it. Releasing his hand, I trail my fingers up his arms, to his shoulders, across his collar and down his chest. He shivers and I can see the deep brown disks of his nipples pucker at my touch and his breathing turns strained with the excitement I’m eliciting in him. I tremble again, knowing that I’m doing this to him, that he’s letting me have control over the situation.
I lean in and kiss the center of his chest and he moans softly. His reaction spurs me on, igniting within me a need stronger than anything I’ve been able to allow myself to feel before. I continue kissing him upward, toward his neck until I find that sweet spot just below his Adam’s apple and he moans. His hands twitch. Deciding that he needs some encouragement, I grab his wrists and pull his hands up to my hips, hoping that’s all the encouragement he needs.
He hesitates only briefly before his hands start trailing up my sides, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. I feel my nipples harden around the rings through them and that familiar ache fires up in my cock and it starts to harden. I groan as I reach up and claim his mouth with mine, not wasting a moment to slide my tongue along his, holding him to me, my hands roam over his body. His shivers of delight match mine and we’re both swept away in each other.
Lust, desire, desperation overrule everything else I’m capable of feeling. A need I haven’t felt in over a decade hardens my erection further, pressing and stretching against my jeans, desperate to be free. Without conscious thought, I let my hands slide south, over his stomach and down to the button of his jeans. I pull back from our kiss, through heavy eyelids I silently ask permission and he nods in understanding.
I slowly unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Desperate to see the package that awaits me. I slide my hand inside, taking hold of his cock. His breathing stops and his eyes roll up as he presses his head back against the door. Opening his neck to me was what I needed and I lick, kiss and nibble along his jaw, down his neck toward his shoulder. He’s shuddering and breathing heavy as I push his jeans down enough to free his cock from its confinement. When it pops free, I pull back, looking down. “Fuck me,” I breathe as I take in the gorgeousness that is Eric. His cock is thick, thicker than my own, tapered to the head and I grip it in my hand. There is a momentary flash of darkness that I manage to quickly bury. Doing this, touching him, goes against everything they tried to teach me, but for the first time in my life, I decide to embrace my demon. Show him that he’s no longer in charge. I stroke Eric from base to tip, until I feel the cool metal of a barbell on the underside.
My breathing hitches and my eyes meet his. There is a smug little smile playing on his lips. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” I tease him as I rub my thumb over the frenum piercing.
“Ahh,” he moans out. I know all too well what this sensation feels like, and I know all too well what makes this piecing highly erotic in so many ways.
I release his cock and bring my hand to my mouth, running a fat, wet tongue over my thumb. He watches with rapt attention before letting his eyes roll up again as I take his cock back in my hand, rubbing my thumb along the underside of his shaft. “Fuck,” he cries out.
With my free hand, I pull his head back down to me, bringing his lips to mine and this time, I let him be the one to slide his tongue in, and he doesn’t hesitate. I let him take the kiss from me and he devours me, his hand sliding along the back of my neck, holding me to him as my hand slides up and down his shaft.
Having his tongue in my mouth spurs me on to do what it is that I really want to do and I release his mouth and slide down onto my knees. Looking up into his eyes, I do my best to convey that this is what I want. I see he’s concerned, but I see his own lust taking over. I stroke up and a bead of clear pre-cum forms on the tip. Desperate to taste him, I stick my tongue out, sliding his tip along it and he shudders, groans and throws his head back. “Jesus Cal, please?” he begs and I tense, the darkness threatens again, but I fight it, harder, with more fervor than ever as I desperately need this, want this, crave this.
Changing what defines me has always been a goal for me, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined that it would be Eric who would be that true mark of hope. I never imagined he’d be the one to change me, to help redefine me, to fight the need to prove to me that he is what I want, what I need and who I trust most.
It’s that conviction that drives me to open my mouth and to wrap my lips around the head of his cock.
“Oh fuck!” he moans as I suck him slowly into my mouth, coating his cock. I flick my tongue along the underside, along his barbell, my own tongue ring clicking alongside it. I’d pierced the damn thing on a drunken whim one night and never understood the true joy it could bring me until now. It’s been a part of me for so long I don’t think about it, until his barbell clicks against it again. Using the hand that’s wrapped around his cock to steady me, I reach for the b
utton of my jeans, unable to hold off on at least touching myself any longer. I shift, giving myself room and pull his cock deeper into my mouth, deeper to the point of touching the back of my throat before I slowly pull back, allowing my hand to slide into the wetness left behind. Giving me a chance to hand fuck him while I divert my attention to freeing my own straining erection.
I shiver when the cool air of his room creeps into my jeans and surrounds my cock, hot with need as I manage to free it with one hand. I peek at Eric through heavy eyes as my cock slides into view. His mouth gapes, he stops breathing and I watch as he shudders and I taste another small spurt of cum in my mouth as he takes in the sight of my cock. Knowing that I’ve turned him on a little more, I stroke it for him and his eyes roll up as he moans out his desire.
Eric is bigger than I am in girth, maybe even in length, but we have matching piercings, so my knowing what he would like comes into focus for him.
I release his cock from my hand and mouth, stand up and back away from him. He’s shocked and maybe even a little disappointed as I back into the bed, pushing my jeans down. “Stroke yourself,” I tell him and he fists his cock without hesitation. I can’t take my eyes off of him as his muscles flex with each stroke up and I absentmindedly start stroking my own with more vigor than I’d meant to. My toes curl in my boots and my eyes roll up. Lust and the urge to come are all I can think about, until I become conscious enough to back off.
Making myself come will bring an end to this far faster than I’m sure either one of us are ready for tonight. “Come here please?” I ask him and he steps toward me slowly, almost agonizingly slow, but he doesn’t release the grip on his cock and for that I’m thankful. His arm muscles are straining with his fight to hold back. I sit up and climb off the bed. “Lay down,” I whisper and he kicks off his shoes. I watch as he sheds his jeans and then his socks before climbing onto the bed, lying out on his back.
His cock stands straight out from his body and I shiver with excitement seeing him lying there for me. I walk around the bed, grabbing a pillow and bringing it toward him. He lifts his head and I slide it in under him as he settles back, his hand grabbing his cock, holding it steady.
I hesitate, unsure of what to do next. I know what I want to do, but…
Suddenly I feel his hand slide into mine, my eyes dart to his, he’s concerned, that much is obvious. “We can stop.” His voice is soft.
I shake my head. “I…this is going to sound so stupid…”
He smiles and shakes his head slightly. “No, it won’t. Talk to me, Cal.”
My eyes slide up his naked body until our eyes meet again. “I don’t know what to do now,” I say sheepishly.
“What do you want to do?”
“You,” I breathe.
FUCK me!
Do I just let him, can I just let him? Fuck it. I get off the bed and walk to the opposite side and my nightstand. I pull out the bottle of lube I have in there and toss it on the bed. “Are you sure?” I ask him. His eyes are staring at the bottle. I’m not really sure what’s going on inside of him, he almost looks as though he’s seen a ghost.
His eyes eventually land back on me. “Are you sure?” His voice is concerned, laced with fear.
I give him a smile. “I’ve never been so sure of something before in my life, Calvin.” I don’t need to tack on the fact that I need this as much as he does. I need to feel him wholly and completely. I need him to do the same. I know that if he can do this, if we can do this, then we just might pass the hump of what’s going on inside of him.
I climb back on the bed, moving the lube closer to him, my cock still hard as steel, his hand still on his own erection. I am dying to just roll a little closer to him, take him into my mouth, taste him. I’ve never wanted to suck a cock more than I do right now. My little brain takes over and I roll closer to him. He doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t do anything but watch me closely. His eyes lock on me and I look up to him. “I want to…” I just let my eyes finish the statement as they dart to his erection, closer, more prominent up close. His barbell glistens in the light of the room.
He doesn’t say anything, but I watch the haze of uncertainty fade away from his features and he steps closer to the bed. Is that an invitation? I don’t know what to do, I am so scared of stepping over the line of his control, giving him a chance to let the demons I know he’s fighting take over. He releases his cock and surprisingly, he reaches for mine and I slide it closer, giving him better access to it and he doesn’t hesitate to take it into his hand.
With his free hand he grips the base of his cock and shakes it up and down, I look at him for confirmation and he nods. I smile and slide even closer to him. I wrap my hand around it. He’s smaller than I am, but no less impressive. He shudders at my touch and he lets out a hot rush of air, desire boils hot through my veins as he strokes my cock again and again. My eyes roll up as I match his rhythm. I get the impression that if I stick with his pace, I might be able to do this without him freaking out on me.
I’m overwhelmed by how calm I am right now. But I know he needs this, I need this. I lick the tip of his cock, pulling in the bead of pre-cum sliding off. He tastes like heaven. The perfect mix of bitter and sweet. I moan, wrapping my lips around him and sucking him into my mouth. He shudders again, moaning his approval as I start to suck up and down his cock. Feeling his barbell roll across my tongue sends goosebumps everywhere and his hand continues sliding up and down my cock.
So engrossed in having him in my mouth, I’m able to tune out my own growing desire. I’m desperate to come, but equally as scared to do so, I don’t want this to end. I start to pull him in and out of my mouth in perfect time with my hand. Having him inside my mouth is heaven and I’m not sure there is much more in life that would be better than this.
He is grunting and groaning above me.
With his free hand he pulls the tie from my hair, sending it falling over my face before he grips it in his hand. I moan around his cock, sending vibrations through me and onto his cock. He holds my head still long enough for me to look up and meet his hooded gaze. “Please don’t make me come,” he begs and I loosen my grip and he does the same to my hair so I pull my mouth off of him. “If you make me come, we’re done, I can’t…I’ve got enough control on the darkness, but I can’t promise beyond an orgasm.” I nod in understanding. “Roll back,’ he tells me and I do. He sheds the rest of his clothes and follows me onto the bed quickly, settling between my legs and he climbs up my body, first licking and kissing my inner thighs, then along that sensitive spot in the crook where my leg meets my body, then sliding a wet, fat tongue over my cock before open mouth kissing his way up my body. He finds one of my nipples and sucks it into his mouth and my cock jumps between us as I let out a rushed breathe of desire.
I fucking love having my nipples sucked and he catches onto that quickly as he slides his way over to the other one. My cock jumps again, my desire to take it and his in my hand is growing stronger by the minute. I’m perfectly okay with not actually having sex with him, but my need to come is growing hotter by the minute. I gently glide my hands along his sides and he shivers, his breathing hitches and his movements become more urgent as he goes back to kissing along my chest toward my neck.
I move my head to the side, giving him access, letting him do to me as he wishes and he nips gently on my neck and I moan. He steals his chance, sliding his tongue in along mine, capturing my mouth, my breath and poking at my control.
I feel his hips flex. He’s looking for purchase against me, looking for friction. I want to give it to him so I press down gently on his hips, urging him to grind up against me and he lowers himself. Capturing both of us between our bodies and my eyes roll up. He rears back, his breathing equally as rapid and ragged as mine.
“I have an idea,” I tell him softly.
His eyes meet mine. “I’m all ears,” he says and his smile is electric as he flexes his hips once again. My eyes flutter at the sensation of our two bodies rubb
ing together.
“Take them both, in your hand.”
“Both?” His innocence throws me for a moment and I realize, for all intents and purposes, he hasn’t had much experience with this.
I thrust my hips upward and watch as the lightbulb goes off in his head. He rears up, our cocks sliding closer together. “Take them into your hand, or hands.” I watch as he gathers them in his hand, holding both our cocks together. I shiver. Beyond horny, beyond ready to explode. “Now do what’s natural,” I tell him, letting him take the control back, letting him decide. “Oh fuck,” I groan as he strokes his hand up and then back down. Underside to underside, piercing to piercing.
“Ahh, fuck,” I cry out and my hips start thrusting in time with my strokes and Eric follows suit. I slow my hand, holding us together as we both thrust opposite of each other, grinding our cocks against the other’s.
I feel Eric’s hands slide up along my thighs to my hips and I look down, watching as we’re both lost in a sea of sensation. If I don’t stop, I am going to come. I don’t want to stop, fuck, I don’t…I’ve reached the point where stopping is no longer an option. The overwhelming feeling of being so close to Eric is beyond anything I could have imagined, beyond any fantasy I could have managed to muster up.
His hips thrust upward as I pull back, mutually masturbating, getting each other off. “Ahh, Calvin,” he cries out and I look at him. I see him straining to hold back, holding back what we both know is coming, what we both want. What I want more than anything right now.
“I’m close,” I moan as he thrusts up again, rubbing himself against me, me against him. “So good,” I moan, “So fucking close.”
I feel his hands tighten on my thighs and I close my eyes, allowing the fantastic feeling to overcome me, consume me, devour me, “Ah! Ah!” Eric cries out, his orgasm racking his body, his cock swells against mine, pushing me over the edge and we both explode. Flying over the cliff of ecstasy. Savoring the sensation of our mutual orgasm.
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