“I knew you existed, but—” Devon cut himself off, and leaned forward to brush their lips together. “You can start soft like this.” He kissed the plumpness of Carl’s lower lip, and then his top lip, and sucked lightly. “Try that.”
Carl did as instructed, and Devon melted a little. “That okay?” Carl asked.
“Yeah,” Devon said, reaching up to wind his fingers into Carl’s hair. “You can do this, too. It feels sexy, and intimate, to run your fingers through the other person’s hair.” Carl shivered against him. “And the other person likes it, usually. Just don’t pull. At first.”
Carl kissed Devon’s mouth again, and his hips started twitching against Devon’s with a renewed hard-on. They practiced, fingers in each other’s hair, touching lips together, and barely adding tongue, for a long time, until Carl was panting and humping harder, well on his way to a second orgasm when Devon still hadn’t had a first.
“That’s good,” Devon encouraged when Carl got adventurous and started mouthing around Devon’s throat and jawline. “That’s really good.”
He took hold of Carl’s hand and brought it to his stomach, which was a little sticky from where Carl had licked up his own jizz earlier. “I’m going to move your hand down now, all right? Do you want to hold my dick?”
Carl shivered against him, and nodded, breaking free of Devon’s fingers to slide his hand beneath Devon’s belly button along his treasure trail.
“Hold up,” Devon said, grabbing Carl’s wrist before he could reach Devon’s dick. “Let me put your hand on me, all right? Just this time. I want to show you how I like to be stroked.”
Carl groaned and kissed Devon’s earlobe, whispering, “Show me.”
Devon grinned, and then with shaking hands positioned Carl’s hand on his cock and helped him squeeze it just the right amount. “Much harder and it’ll hurt, much softer and I won’t be able to get off, and I’m pretty ready to come already.”
“Fuck,” Carl murmured, shifting up on his elbow to look at where he held Devon’s dick in his palm. “Oh, my God, holy shit, I jerked off so many times thinking about your cock in my hand, pretending my dick was yours, and my orgasm was yours, and—”
“Jesus, Carl.”
“You never knew,” he supplied. “I know. I never wanted you to know, but then I was going to l–l-leave and I just…I didn’t want to go out there as a v-virgin, and…” He stared at his hand moving over Devon’s cock, guided by Devon’s own grip, and he seemed mesmerized, and based on his cock digging into Devon’s hip, totally aroused. “I had to do this with you. I just had to know what you were like.” His eyes shifted up to Devon’s face. “I had to see you like this.”
Devon’s toes clenched and unclenched as the strokes rubbed him just the right way, and Carl’s guitar callouses provided a tantalizing scrape against the sensitive ridge of his cockhead. “Why?” he gasped. “Why me?”
“You’re hot,” Carl said. “Obviously.”
“Ungh,” Devon groaned as his cock passed through Carl’s flexing grip.
“And nice.”
“Carl, I’m—”
“And you care about things, you care about being a good person—”
“I’m going to—”
Carl stroked harder and faster. “And as long as I’ve known you, as soon as I heard you were gay, I knew I wanted you to be the one to teach me how to make a man come.”
“It’s not hard—” Devon gasped. “I’m gonna—”
“No, you’re not,” Carl said, pulling away with a smirk, and holding Devon’s hand back from grabbing his own cock to stroke, too. “Not yet.”
“Fuck!” Devon shouted, his cock twitching, unfulfilled, and his balls aching as his hips bucked up hard, seeking that final push over. “What the fuck?” He groaned. “Why?”
Carl laughed. “Because I want to make you remember this first orgasm with me forever.”
“What are you talking about?” Devon groaned.
“I want you to beg for it.”
Devon huffed. “Youbeg for it.”
“Me?”
“Beg for my cum.”
