Wow.
Chapter Three
Carl twitched againstDevon and whimpered into his mouth again, still moving on top of him, making unearthly noises. Devon ran soothing hands up his back, easing him and trying not to push his own aching dick up for relief.
“S-s-sorry,” Carl stuttered, shivering and jerking from aftershocks. “That’s…not what you w-wanted, is it? I’m…I’m sorry.”
“It was fine,” Devon said, though his mouth was a little raw-feeling from the clash of lips, teeth, and tongue he’d been subjected to while Carl had succumbed to ecstasy. “You were fine.”
“Did you…” Carl pushed down with his hips, gazing at Devon with big, shocked eyes. Once again, Devon was taken aback by the emotion he saw in the typically emotion-devoid depths of crystal blue. “You didn’t! Oh, man, how embarrassing.”
Devon couldn’t hold back a small laugh. “Don’t be embarrassed, a few more seconds and I would have come, too.”
“How can I help you?” Carl sat back on his heels, between Devon’s legs, and looked him over. “You’re…wow. That’s my cum on you,” he said, dazedly. “I don’t know what to do. Should I apologize or l-l-lick it up?”
Devon’s hips bucked at those words and before he could make up his mind, Carl was leaning over him, tongue out, to clean up his mess.
Devon couldn’t even remember the last guy he’d been with who’d done something like that; he’d never have expected it from a complete innocent. Which, now that he’d experienced Carl’s kiss, he had no doubt Carl was a virgin, but holy shit he was akinkylittle virgin.
Or former virgin.
By modern standards, it was fair to say he’d had sex with Carl now. He wasdefloweredand Devon’s job was done, though he figured Carl would argue the point. Something told Devon that Carl wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d experienced anal at least once.
Carl’s tongue tickled over Devon’s ribcage and down to his belly button. He lapped up most of the cum, and then rose with glowing cheeks and eyes, and stared at Devon. “Now what?” he asked. “I can try a hand job, but I’ve never given one to anyone but m-myself, so I can’t p-promise you’ll like it.”
“I’ll like it,” Devon said, shoving his underwear around his hips so that his cock and balls were free. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. We’re supposed to be kissing.”
“I don’t think I was very good at that,” Carl said, and then reached forward, eyes avid, as he traced a finger over Devon’s dick. “Wow, that’s going to go inside me? You’re bigger than I thought you’d be.”
Devon coughed. He wasn’t allthatbig, not compared to the guys in porn, which Carl had claimed to watch, and so he wasn’t sure what to make of the idea that Carl had thought he’d be smaller. After all, Carl himself was a little longer than Devon, and maybe a bit thicker.
“It’s pretty,” Carl said, sliding a finger over the head. “You’re cut.”
Devon nodded.
Carl peered at his own cock and touched the skin bunched around the pink, still-turgid head. “I’m not.” He glanced up at Devon. “Do you care about that?”
These small glimpses of insecurity were wild, given how icy Carl had been when Devon had first arrived, but this was what he’d wanted, wasn’t it? To see the real Carl Pink behind the coldness, and to break through that ice. But he hadn’t imagined it’d be like this. He’d thought Carl would need to be cracked open, and instead Carl just took charge and broke his own shell apart to show Devon these glimpses of his raw, beating heart.
“I like cut and uncut cocks,” Devon said. “They’re nice both ways.”
“Can I suck it?”
Devon gasped. Part of him wanted to say, “Not yet,” but another part of him—the part that hadn’t come yet and was aching to unload, and preferably into something hot and wet—wanted to beg him to open his mouth and take him inside. “Let’s kiss a little first. If you use your teeth on my dick, the way you did on my mouth…”
Carl’s cheeks flared, and he glanced to the side in embarrassment. “I knew I was messing it up, but I couldn’t s-stop m-myself.”
“It’s fine,” Devon said, lifting his arms. “C’mere and rest next to me. We can practice a little, and you can hold my cock.”
“Hold it?”
“To start. Then jerk it. Then I’ll let you make me come.”
“Oh!” Carl gasped, and he was next to Devon and nestled against his side in a heartbeat. “I want to see you come. I’ve imagined it so many times. I used to get hard playing solos on my guitar because I’d pretend the guitar was you, and I was working to get you off.”
“Wow.” Devon chuckled. “I had no idea.”
“I know. You barely knew I existed.” Carl reached out and touched Devon’s cheek the way Devon had touched his earlier. “Now kiss me. I promise I can be a fast learner.”
