My cock twitches in my sweats when his blue eyes lock on me from behind those sexy as fuck frames, and his gaze rakes over me. He lets out a low guttural groan from the back of his throat as he sits up and sets his book aside as I move closer. I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
“Come here,” he says, his voice sounding like gravel. I stand between his legs and his hands grip my hips as his lips press to my midsection. The second his mouth comes in contact with my bare skin I’m hard. My fingers card through his hair as he lavishes me with kisses, sucking and licking. My eyes roll back in my head as he grips my ass cheeks and squeezes, leaving his marks on me. Fuck, this is hot. Why does the idea of walking around with evidence of his touch on me turn me on so much? My body shakes and a shiver runs down my spine as he pulls me closer to him, running his tongue along my abdomen, moaning as he does, his fingers kneading my bum. He’s devouring me. I love it. I grip his hair, my head thrown back, and let him have his way with me. His hands trail up my back, along my sides. My cock is leaking and twitching like crazy.
“Papa Bear,” I moan, and he hums. I jerk when I feel his hand gripping my balls through my sweats. He kneads them gently and then he’s brushing his cheeks against them like they’re silk against his skin. Holy fuck that’s hot. Why is that so hot? I squirm as if I’m trying to get away even though I don’t want to. It feels so fucking good. I’ve never had anyone do that before. It’s a strange sensation, but I fucking love it. He presses a hand to my ass and holds me to him. His nose nuzzles my groin as he breathes me in. Then he’s growling and pressing his lips to my cock in sweet tender kisses that have my knees almost buckling.
“Condom,” he says, his voice deep and raspy. When his eyes meet mine they’re darker than I’ve ever seen them before. “I need my mouth on you now.”
Shit. I reach in my pocket and pull out the condom. He pulls my sweats down and my cock bobs against my stomach, hard and angry, precum leaking down the sides. I rip the package open and slide the condom down my shaft, my fingers shaking. He doesn’t waste a second. He’s on his knees in front of me and has my cock in his mouth before I know what’s happening. I gasp. The heat and suction is insane. He’s not taking me all the way down, but it still feels incredible. I don’t have much to go on. I’ve never actually had a blow job before, though I’ve given them a million times. But god, this feels good. Maybe it’s the sight of him on his knees for me. Maybe it’s the sounds he’s making, moaning around my cock like he can’t get enough of me, or the way he’s gripping my ass as he devours me. I just know I fucking love it. He takes the tip in his mouth and sucks, and I shake. His tongue slides around the head, and I groan as my fingers bury themselves in his hair. Then I’m trembling when his tongue finds its way into the sensitive slit.
“Fuck,” I whine. He pops off and stands, pulling me to him in a fierce kiss. My cock is aching and I want his mouth back on it right fucking now. I whimper into his mouth and reach down to stroke myself but he bats my hand away.
“No,” he tells me. Then he’s sliding his pants and briefs down. He steps out of them, and since I never did, I do the same. He slides his shirt up and off and I watch as it lands on the floor. He’s buck ass naked in the middle of the living room, his cock standing at attention just for me. Then he’s wrapping his arm around me and pulling me to him. I gasp as our bodies collide. The friction of our cocks coming together is enough to drive me wild, even with the barrier of the condom. “I want to feel you against me as much as possible, sweetheart.” His mouth descends on mine again and his large hand grips us both. Once he realizes that I’m having to stand on tip toe to keep us both level, he stoops and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him, and he presses me against the wall as he strokes us both in tandem. His hand grips my neck as his mouth plunders mine and his body keeps me firmly against the wall.
I try to speak. To tell him how incredible it feels to have his hand on me, his cock rubbing against mine, but all I manage is whimpering and whining into his mouth as his tongue delves inside me, his hand gripping us both and stroking as I come apart at his touch.
I try to tell him I’m close, but I can’t get the words out. My whines and whimpers grow louder. I grip his hair, kissing him harder. He moans in my mouth and I spasm as my release fills the condom, my body shaking. I almost cry when I feel his warmth through the condom and against my stomach, the way his body tenses, the way he presses closer to me as he climaxes. He breathes heavily against my neck and I hold him close, pressing kisses to his jaw and ear, and cheek.
He steps back, and I land on my feet as a trail of his cum follows him, dripping to the floor, the rest stuck to both of our stomachs. I grin and he frowns.
“Damn it,” he says.
“That’s hot,” I say at the same time. He smirks at me. “I’ll clean it,” I tell him, then step forward and press a kiss to his lips. “You get cleaned up.”
He smiles at me and heads to the bathroom. I take off the condom and wash myself off in the kitchen and slide my pants back on, then clean up the cum on the floor, not without a smile on my face. I’d rather plant a flag there and label it, but oh well.
He’s back out in the living room a moment later and grinning, his cheeks pink. He sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him. I hurry over and sit down, raising my feet and planting them on his lap. He laughs when I wiggle my toes.
“Want something?”
I grin. “They miss you. Especially your kisses.”
He takes my foot in his hand and massages it. It feels divine, just like it did the first time. He presses soft kisses to my toes and I can’t help smiling. Why do I love that so much? I don’t know, but it gives me butterflies every damn time.
After rubbing my feet, he lies down on the floor and I rub his back. Then he’s back on the couch and I lie on top of him as he holds me, carding his fingers through my hair.
“Was I okay?” he asks, and it takes me a moment to process that he’s talking at all because I’m so close to falling asleep, safe and comfortable with the blanket draped over us and his warm, firm body underneath me, the sound of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.
“Hmm?”
“Was I okay?” he asks again. I tilt my head up so that my gaze meets his. I’m surprised by the genuine concern in his eyes, but I do my best to alleviate his fears. I press a soft kiss to his lips and brush my fingers through his hair. God, I love his hair. So fucking thick. And honestly, the gray is stinking hot. At least on him it is.
“Perfect,” I tell him, my eyes half lidded. Then my head is back on his chest. He chuckles slightly.
“Either I was good enough I wore you out, or you’re tired enough you don’t know the difference.”
I laugh slightly. “You were wonderful, old man,” I say. “I’ve never had a blow job before, so that was my first.”
“What?” he says, and I can tell he’s surprised. I lift my head again and rest my chin on my hands.
“I had a boyfriend in high school,” I tell him. “Well, sort of boyfriend. I thought that’s what he was. We fooled around a lot. I blew him all the time, and for some reason it never really occurred to me that he didn’t reciprocate, maybe because I actually liked doing it so much I didn’t ask him to, or question it. He was my first everything really, first kiss, first…” I trail off and Paul nods in understanding.
“Anyway, that experience was…unpleasant, to say the least. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I guess I thought I would enjoy it, and I didn’t, at all. It hurt, a lot, and when I told him, he said it was supposed to hurt the first time, so I sucked it up. The pain let up, but I could just tell he wasn’t in it for me, or even for both of us. It was about him. He didn’t care how I felt, physically or emotionally. It put me off sex for a long time and I didn’t want to bottom again, especially. But then when I ended up on the streets, there were times I didn’t have a choice.” I sigh. “Anyway, he kept pressuring me. I told him no, and when he wouldn’t leave me alone I broke it off with him. That’s when he told me we were never dating in the first place and he was just using me to figure things out. Then he ratted me out to my parents to get back at me. After that I spent two years living under their roof with them knowing I was gay and being mistreated for it. They made my life a living hell from that moment on, and there wasn’t a day that went by that they didn’t look at me like I disgusted them.” I sit up now, my chest heaving as tears slide down my cheeks. Fuck, I didn’t mean to say all that, but it just came tumbling out of me.
“Charlie,” Paul says, bringing me back down to him. He holds me tightly as I sob. “I’m so sorry, baby. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad and angry. Whatever you feel, it's okay. I’m here, and you can tell me anything. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You didn’t sign up for all of this,” I blubber.
“I’m not afraid of your pain, Charlie,” he tells me. “I can handle your hurt, sweetheart. Whatever you want to tell me, whatever you need to tell me. I will listen. I can’t promise to have the answers, but I’ll do my best to just be here. I told you to tell me what you need. If you need to cry, or scream, or rage, or talk, I’m here. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were having nightmares sooner. I knew you were tired, I just, I don’t know, I didn’t ask about it because I wanted to give you your privacy. But if you’re hurting, or scared, I want you to come to me, baby.”
