Adrian stopped abruptly and eyed Lenny. This sexy man had truly gotten under his skin. Without another word, Lenny dropped his gloves on the floor and had already started moving towards the staircase. After a resigned sigh, Adrian followed him up the stairs and noticed him disappear into Lenny’s bedroom. When he stopped in the doorway, Lenny stood by the bed, his hands on his hips, a mischievous grin on his face. Adrian removed his goggles and gloves, and stepped over the threshold, glancing at the bedspread to see supplies already lying there. Lenny had planned this. Without hesitating, he approached Lenny with only thoughts of getting his fill of the man.
“Hang on a minute, Ade,” said Lenny, holding Adrian’s wrists when he reached for Lenny’s belt. Adrian stared back in confusion. Had Lenny changed his mind?
“No, no,” said Lenny, smiling and shaking his head before bringing the hands to his mouth and kissing each of them in turn. “Of course I want to have you. But I wondered if we could do things more—uh—my way this time?”
Adrian eyed him with amusement.
“Is this about to get kinky?”
“No. Well.” Lenny looked almost uncomfortable and Adrian wanted to tell him not to worry, that nothing could shock him where Lenny was concerned. “Look, I sometimes equate sex—and I know this is going to sound a bit lame—with a rocket firework going off. If you look at things in reverse, the big explosion in the sky is the orgasm, the whizz and fizz as the rocket leaves the ground is the sex leading up to the big bang and the sizzling fuse is the foreplay. Yeah, I know. Not the best analogy. But—and this is the crucial part for me—kissing is like the light, the match, the flame that sets the whole thing in motion.”
“Kissing? Kissing’s never really been my thing.”
“And that’s fair enough.” Adrian couldn’t help but notice Lenny’s disappointment. “I was just testing the water. I would never ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Let’s just forget—”
“No, no. Hang on a minute. I didn’t say I’m exactly adverse to the idea. I just don’t usually—you know—kiss.”
Adrian had felt his previous ardour begin to dwindle at the turn of the conversation, even though, in all fairness, Lenny had piqued his curiosity.
“Which is fine. But let me ask you this. How often have you kissed someone? I mean,reallykissed them. And I’m not talking about a peck on the lips or the duelling tongues you see in those ridiculous gay porn movies. Kissing for real is about sensation and connection, not a spectator sport. A passionate kiss is all about what occurs deep inside the people kissing each other.”
Maybe Lenny had a point. On the streets his mates had told him not to kiss any of his johns. Some had wanted to, but he’d never agreed, so got into the habit of avoiding kissing. He had even said so upfront. Pretty much anything else they wanted, as long as they’d played safe and paid well, he would be game. One of his straight mates who’d had a girlfriend had told him that if you didn’t kiss the john before you blew him or fucked him, then it didn’t count, it remained just a job, a way to earn a living. And since then not kissing had become a way of life.
“God, Lenny,” said Adrian, scrubbing a fist in his hair. “You’re making me out to be a sexual novice here.”
Lenny snorted with surprise and shook his head.
“Novice? Ade, if last night was anything to go by, then you’re far more experienced than me when it comes to sex. I just thought we could try something a little more intimate before we get to the main event. Are you up for a bit of experimentation?”
Never in his life had the thought of sex with someone made him feel nervous—until that moment. What if he turned out to be crap at kissing? Would Lenny be put off? Would it ruin what they already had? Fuck, he was almost fifty and he’d never really kissed someone. How lame was that?
“Hey, buddy. Stop overthinking this. You’re in very safe hands. And if you don’t like it, we stop, alright?”
“Okay. I think. So what do you want me to do?”
“I need us both to strip down to our underwear.”
“Now you’re talking my language. I’m liking this already.” Adrian began to remove his clothes, taking a moment to admire Lenny’s body as he did the same.
“Good. Now I want you to get comfortable on the bed, on your back, face up.”
“Shall I drop my underwear?” asked Adrian, his hands on the waistband of his briefs.
“Nope. Just—as you are.”
Adrian did as asked, lying down with his head on the pillow and his arms tucked lazily behind his head. After a moment of appraisal, Lenny climbed onto the bed and straddled Adrian’s waist. The combination of warmth and the hair from Lenny’s thighs, and just the sight of Lenny mounted on top of him, had Adrian’s pulse speeding up and his cock taking notice. When Lenny began to lean towards him, Adrian chuckled timidly.
“Not sure if it helps,” he said, his nerves rising. “But I chewed gum after lunch.”
Lenny laughed affectionately then smoothed a thumb across Adrian’s lips.
“You could be chewing garlic for all I care. Close your eyes.”
Lenny began by pressing soft kisses to Adrian’s lips. Adrian just breathed and lay still, not reacting nor feeling the urge to kiss back, but he did feel his body calming. The sensation wasn’t bad, quite pleasant really—just didn’t light any fires. After a couple of minutes, Lenny began to slow down, to press harder, to wet his lips and brush them along Adrian’s, and once he even pulled on Adrian’s bottom lip with his teeth. With the tiny action, the minuscule nip, Adrian breathed deeply, his eyelids almost fluttering open. As one of Lenny’s hands caressed his hair, the other gently smoothed over the chest and down his body. A tiny quiver went through Adrian, something he had never experienced. Maybe Lenny sensed the tremor, but his tongue pushed past Adrian’s lips and, almost by reflex, Adrian opened his mouth. Lenny must have been expecting this because his tongue slipped inside, connecting their tongues.
And that’s the moment the unexpected happened. A regular trick once told Adrian that he had a talented tongue because he could make this guy come just by rimming him. But this was something entirely different. Moist and warm inside his mouth, their tongues wrestled and slithered and snaked around each other, one moment exploring Adrian’s mouth, the next, Lenny’s. Kissing Lenny lit a bonfire inside him. Adrian would freely admit to being the one to take control in any sexual activity, but this time he’d let Lenny take the lead. Which, as it happened, had been a total turn-on. When he heard Lenny’s loud and downright filthy carnal moan, he hiked in a deep breath, he brought his hand up to clamp around the back of Lenny’s head. Needing more, he deepened the kiss. His pulse spiked and his cock strained to get in on the action, just as Lenny’s hand brushed against his erection. Instantly, Adrian rolled them over and pulled his head away, staring hotly down at Lenny’s reddened, moist lips and dilated pupils.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” asked Lenny, grinning and breathing heavily.
