The pressure of my abs distracted me for a moment. He touched me there so firmly that my attention flicked to it in the same instant as his heated lips closed around the tip of my cock.
As he went down, taking an inch or two of me into his warm, wet mouth, he moved his hands to his boxer briefs and dragged them down to his knees.
The whole world became a blur, like watercolors in a rainstorm, except for the blond head sinking down the length of my cock. The way he knelt, I could see the top of his head, his broad, bare shoulders, his narrowing back, and the steep incline that led to his peach-like ass. I could see the curves of his cheeksrising high and falling toward the middle, and I could imagine clearly what he looked like from behind.
Patrick’s hands returned to my body, rising slowly up my legs, feeling my inner thighs while he bobbed his head in tiny motions, never letting my cock slip out of my mouth.
I didn’t know what a good head was. I didn’t have anything to compare it to. Just from guessing, I’d have imagined this was rookie for both of us, and I knew I couldn’t do any better when we switched. And with all that said, Patrick’s mouth taking my dick was the best sensation of my entire life. It wasn’t all about the physical sensation at all; the blossoming feeling of unity between two vastly different souls in this strange, binding ritual brought me closer to Patrick than I thought was possible. He did something to me, for me, and it made the edges of our beings touch. Connect.
The contact produced a spark, which was no wonder, considering how charged our souls were, and the spark was a lightning rod. It streamed through me like a current and ripped the bonds away from my limbs.
I grabbed Patrick’s hand and pulled him down, making him produce a choking sound, followed quickly by the welling sense of success. Ramming myself a little deeper into him, bringing myself a little closer to him, it filled me with even more desire.
I didn’t just want him to suck my dick, to give me pleasure. I wanted us both to touch this incredible, unreachable thing.
I wanted him to know what this felt like.
Patrick’s hands rose higher up my thighs as his head went up and down my cock, each thrust a little better, each dip a little lower. When he moved the fingers of his right hand under my balls and touched my taint, I felt the tension run through him. Even his mouth grew a little stiffer, but it relaxed in a moment, and his fingers traveled a bit lower.
There.
I gasped and choked all at once. His fingers passed over my hole, making me feel so taut and strung that I was ready to tear apart. It was just a passing touch, a caress of the curious, but it made itself known in every corner of my body.
My fingers curled in Patrick’s hair as he pressed his finger against my hole a little harder. The strangeness of it was just as jarring as the sheer pleasure. The growing intimacy between us, two guys who had had all the reasons not to do this, touching one another in ways they had never been touched. That was a bond I couldn’t ignore.
But Patrick’s naughty finger did more than tease. It brought me so close to the edge that I had to yank Patrick away from my cock. No matter how good it felt and how tempting it was, I didn’t dare let him drag his tongue up the length of my cock. I was far too close to breaking.
I heaved a deep breath of air, and Patrick moved his hands away, lifting his head and shooting me a teary-eyed look that clashed with a proud smile on his lips. “Huh? Was that…wrong?”
“What? No,” I huffed. “Not wrong at all. It was perfect. Too perfect.”
He blinked in surprise. “Oh. Awesome.”
I lifted myself up to sit and looked down at the gorgeous relief of Patrick’s torso. His underwear was still around his knees, and as he straightened his back, I watched his dick rise and extend.
He was painfully beautiful in all his naked glory. With the dancing lights and shadows from the restless candles, the depth of contours between Patrick’s muscles changed endlessly, and I followed the lines to his Apollo’s belt and lower, over the smooth skin of his abdomen to his big dick and heavy balls, all swaying at every movement of his body. His cock curved lightly, and as I reached to touch his chest, it throbbed, springing up and swaying faster.
“Fuck,” I whispered, half in awe and half-afraid. “I didn’t think you were that big.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure I know how to take it slowly.”
If he were the one taking it slowly, I wouldn’t worry at all, but I was afraid I would end up disappointing him after all.
Patrick covered my hand with his, dragging it just a little closer to his heart, and inched toward me. He kissed me deeply, almost lovingly, and my body buzzed with the realization that the scent on his tongue and lips was my own. He kissed me reassuringly, coming close to me until our bodies pressed together. His dick pulsed between our abdomens, and mine throbbed against his leg. It was real, all of it, and he wanted us to do more. He wasn’t freaking out, not with kissing a guy or sucking a dick or comforting a virgin boy whose eyes may have been hungrier than he could handle.
“I want to suck you,” I said.
He bit his lip against a rising grin and sat down, leaning a little back, the room behind him in partial darkness, only the glow of the candles from the little table fighting against the shadows.
I planted my lips on Patrick’s solar plexus, blown away that I could even do that, and dragged myself down while remembering what each of his muscles felt like under the tip of my tongue. I’d loved the feeling when he had done it to me. It felt like a sacrilegious sort of worship—a worship of his body, of what he had made himself into, and of the things he could do to me. It was a tribute at the altar of the highest, most divine force in the universe, the only force I could believe in—the force of human nature, of psyche, of our desperate longing to connect.
Patrick leaned further back, arms spreading behind his torso, supporting his slow descent, and I went on kissing and licking his body until my lips were at the base of his cock.
I followed it.
I felt naughty for doing it, and it thrilled me as much as anything we had done to one another. It exhilarated me to climb his length with my lips, inch by inch, until I found the swollen, wet tip of his dick right under my tongue.
My mouth gaped wide as I tried to take him in, not sure how wide it needed to go. My whole sense of perspective was wrong, though, because I could close my lips just fine around the head of his cock, and if I settled my tongue against the underside, I could even lower my head a little.
