“You ready?” Iasked.
“I needed to see this part,” hecroaked.
And I could have told him that this wasn’t going to be the only time, that I would gladly do this every evening and mornings, too, but instead, I laid my hands flat on his stomach and took him in my mouth in one swift movement. No more teasing, no more experimenting. Nothing but totalcommitment.
And then Ichoked.
Oral sexseemedlike it should be an easy thing—open mouth, insert dick, right? Yeah, no. It wasn’t that simple. This was no porn flick, and apparently I had a well-developed gagreflex.
“Daniel!Shit,”Julian cried. “Are youokay?”
I nodded. My eyes were watering alittle.
“Do you want to wait,or—?”
I absolutely did not want to waitor. I eased back a little and recalculated. I held the base of him in my hand and concentrated on his head, lapping at the salty liquid that pooled there, and then sank down again, taking as much of him as I couldmanage.
“Jesus Christ!” Julian wailed. “Please.Again!”
I did as he commanded, slurping him down eagerly over and over, and it got easier. The rhythm came naturally after a minute, and I was able to take more of him thanbefore.
He moaned and his hips made little bucking motions like he wanted so badly to fuck my face, but he was trying to hold himself back. One day, I promised myself, he’d be able to do it withoutrestraint.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so fucking good at this,” hesaid.
Iwas?
“Did I say prodigy? I meant… God, I don’t know. What’s better than a prodigy?Hngh.”He stuffed a hand in his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit. I wanted this to last and I…Fuck. I’m going tocome.”
I pulled away with apop. I wanted him to come, I did… but I wanted to try somethingelse.
“Fuck me, Julian,” Ibegged.
His dick twitched and his eyes popped open, liquid blue anddazed.
“Yes! Yeah, I… Wait,what?”
“Fuck me. I want you to. If you’re into that, I mean.” We hadn’t talked about this, likeat allover the weeks of frottage and hand jobs. We hadn’t even alluded to doing anything more. But it felt…right.I wanted to connect with him in every possible way, to cement thisconnection.
“I am. I am into that. But… I…” His eyes whirled around the living room like he was looking for something that wasn’t there. “I don’t have… anything. Supplies. Condoms.Lube.”
Oh.Right. Shit. I really was an idiot. I hadn’t eventhought.
“I have lube,” I volunteered. “And condoms.”Somewhere.
His eyes widened further. “Youhave lube?Really?”
“Uh,yeah. Gay men haven’t cornered the market on personal lubricant, JulianRoss.”
His surprise gave way to a bright smile and when he grabbed my face to kiss me, he tasted likelaughter.
“I apologize,” he said solemnly, though his eyes were bright. “Bedroom?”
Inodded.
Somehow he managed to get off the couch even faster than I did and ran into my room. It was cooler in there, and I could see the sun setting out the window, giving the little room a private, other-worldlyglow.
Julian threw himself on his back in the center of my bed, fanned out like a starfish on the faded quilt. He grinned up at me. “What are you waitingfor?”
