“Nope. I’m all yours.” I knew he hadn’t actually meant anything by it, but his words still struck a chord in me and hope bloomed inside my chest.
We drove down to the beach and I parked in a vacant lot. It was too cold to walk along the water, so we sat in the car instead, staring out at the silvery flashes as the waves crashed along the beach. I turned the car off but left the radio on low, so it was nothing more than background noise.
“There’s something I’ve been wondering,” I said hesitantly.
“What is it? You can ask me anything, Oliver.” I turned in my seat, so I could look at him and he did the same, each of us resting our backs against the doors.
“Have you ever been with a man? You know, before Gayle?”
Samuel shook his head. “No. I was attracted to other guys growing up, but I knew better than to act on it in my small, backwoods town. Plus, being gay or bisexual wasn’t accepted as easily when I was a teenager as it is now. One wrong move and I could’ve been beaten, or worse. Of course, I wasn’t even sure that what I was feeling really was attraction because I liked girls too. It was all very confusing. I kept quiet for years, but the feelings never quite went away and when I went away to college, I figured I’d finally get the chance to find out.”
I watched as he reached up and ran a hand through his hair. “Before I could get the chance though, I went to the party where I met Gayle and you know what happened after that. When I found out I was going to be a father, everything else just didn’t seem to matter. My own needs were put on the back burner, as well as Gayle’s, and we did what needed to be done to raise our daughter.”
“Did you ever think about it though? Through the years?”
“Honestly, I tried not to,” he admitted quietly. “I knew that something wasn’t quite right, like I was missing a part of myself in some way, but I suppose I thought it just wasn’t in the cards for me to find out, so I had to let it go. It was too painful not to.”
“But then Brooklyn went to college,” I said.
“Yeah. Brooklyn went to college,” he repeated and the look on his face turned to wonder. “And here I am, being given a second chance to figure out who I really am. And then I met you…” His voice trailed off as I climbed over the console and straddled his lap.
“And I couldn’t be happier,” I told him right before my mouth slammed down over his.
My tongue swept into his mouth, dancing and swirling with his. My hips began to swivel, grinding my ass along his hardening cock and I swallowed the sexy groan that rumbled up from his chest. His hands slid around behind me and began cupping and kneading my ass until I thought I’d go crazy if I didn’t get his fingers or his tongue or his cock inside me. However, I wasn’t sure he was ready for all that yet and I didn’t want to push him too far, so I decided to try something else instead.
“Please, Samuel, will you let me taste you?” I whispered. His pupils were blown wide and his breath blew against my lips as he stared at me, panting. He gave me a single, shaky nod and that was all I needed.
The windows were fogged up and the radio switched to a new song with a slow and sexy beat as I reached down for the lever and slid his seat back as far as it would go. His tongue darted out to wet his kiss-swollen lips as I sank to my knees on the floor. It was a tight fit, but I somehow managed, silently thanking Korey for talking me into starting those yoga classes a few years back.
I reached for his belt and quickly unbuckled it. I could see the rigid outline of his cock through his pants and I swallowed hard. I worked to undo his pants and slid them over his hips as his cock bobbed free. The head was a beautiful shade of red, the tip leaking as it reached almost to his navel. My mouth watered. Samuel had been very blessed, and I was about to partake in that blessing.
He hissed through clenched teeth as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft then I looked up at him questioningly, wanting to be sure. He nodded once again, and I held his gaze as I lowered my head.
Samuel gasped at the first swipe of my tongue over his tip and I moaned as his salty, sweet flavor coated my tongue. His hand was shaking as he reached down and caressed my cheek. I slid my mouth around the head of his cock and began a slow and sensual bob up and down. My eyes were trained on him, wanting to see his reaction, needing to know if I pleased him. I got my answer when his head fell back against the headrest and his mouth dropped open in a long, low moan that seemed to come from deep within.
I continued that slow pace until his hand slid to the back of my head, pressing ever so lightly. I took that as my cue that he was ready for more and began to work my way down his thick shaft, swirling my tongue and hollowing my cheeks to create more suction. I took him deep into my throat, but I still couldn’t take all of him. Using my hand that was wrapped around the base, I began stroking him, twisting my wrist on every upward sweep, using my saliva to slick my movements.
A burst of precum shot onto my tongue and my head swam with the delicious taste of him. He whimpered, a small, desperate sound as I pulled off of him, but then sighed as I lowered my head and swiped my tongue over his smooth sac. I gently pulled one orb into my mouth and then the other, swirling them around with my tongue and showing them proper attention.
I breathed deeply, drawing his warm, clean, uniquely Samuel scent into my lungs then I moved back up to resume my efforts with his cock. My own was aching by then, straining against my zipper and begging for attention, so I reached down and quickly undid my pants, freeing my cock and moaning loudly as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and began stroking.
The vibrations of my moan must’ve done something to Samuel because he started a steady stream of dirty talk that had me hurtling toward the edge of an orgasm. I forced my hand to hold still, gripping the base of my cock almost painfully. I wanted to watch him come apart first.
When I was sure I had myself under control, I let go of my cock and slid my hand up under his shirt. My fingers explored the ridges and planes of his chest and abs, the slight fur on his chest tickling my skin. Samuel gasped as my fingertips found his nipple and began circling the tight nub. His hand clamped down on my wrist when I pinched his nipple gently between my fingers, but it was to hold me in place, not push me away.
Soon, Samuel began thrusting his hips upward, searching for more, urging me to go deeper, but I could tell he was holding back, not wanting to choke me. The guttural sounds coming from him let me know that he was nearing the end, so I doubled my efforts, sucking and swirling my tongue and taking him to the back of my throat.
A moment later, I felt his cock swell impossibly bigger and he let out a warbled line of curses as hot, thick cum shot down my throat. I watched him through it all and I had never seen anything more glorious; head thrown back and body tense, his face glistening with sweat as he rode out the waves of passion. Samuel Bishop was a sight to behold.
