“Do you feel how hot it is for you?” Curtis asked with a deep sigh when Nate petted his cock. “Can’t wait to push it between your needy lips.” He nuzzled the side of Nate’s head.
So it was crude, and maybe a bit insensitive, but somehow the promise of being used by this hunk made Nate’s insides melt. He didn’t want to just experiment on his own. He wanted for Curtis to guide him through it the way he wanted to.
Meeting his eyes, he gently squeezed the throbbing cock and spoke, “show me how you like it.”
Curtis’s dark eyes zeroed in on Nate’s. He pulled him to the bed and sat on it with his legs spread in invitation. His long hair flowed down his shoulders, and Nate couldn’t get enough of the tangled demons tattooed all over Curtis. Everything about his man screamed ‘let’s fuck’, and Nate’s face heated from just thinking about the thick cock pointing his way when Curtis pushed his pants lower. Dark with arousal, it begged to be sucked on.
Nate tugged on the denim and pulled it all the way to Curtis’s ankles, uncovering the firm, hairy thighs that were the ideal frame for the perfection jutting above Curtis’s balls. Nate had never come anywhere close to sucking on someone’s cock, but he’d imagined it enough times to start salivating as soon as he sensed the musky scent coming from between Curtis’s thighs and beckoning him closer. He was a lost puppy, ready to worship the man who’d taken him in.
Curtis leaned back and squeezed his dick while gesturing for Nate to come closer. “This what you wanted, baby boy?”
Nate nodded, sliding his hands up Curtis’s thighs before putting them both on his dick. He wasn’t sure what Curtis preferred, but he would go with whatever he wanted, because he longed to leave Curtis satisfied, with a lasting memory of this day and the virgin boy for whom this dick was a first. “It’s just… the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Curtis smiled, watching Nate from under lowered eyelids. “You’re so fucking lovely. Come over here, sweets.” He reached for Nate’s head and pulled him to his cock by the hair without causing pain. “Turns me on that you’ll be sucking me with the same lips that sang of Jesus.”
Nate whimpered and kissed the tip of Curtis’s cock. He knew this shouldn’t be arousing, but he couldn’t help it. He was hopelessly addicted to Curtis already, and the sense of devotion only grew inside him as he danced his tongue all over the smooth, salty crown.
“And now I’m falling so deep.”
Curtis leaned forward, observing Nate’s moves with a primal hunger painted over his face. “There’ll be no way out once I’m done with you.” He rocked his hips forward, thrusting his cock at Nate’s mouth and pulling his head closer.
Nate couldn’t believe the intensity, the closeness he felt with a man who he’d just met. The connection was somewhere beyond what could come of weeks spent talking. It was a spark that forced them together in a way Nate hadn’t imagined possible. Curtis understood him on a level no one else could, had surely been through similar things in life, and now he was ready to share that knowledge with Nate. The cock glided down his tongue, and even when the head teased the back of Nate’s palate, despite the discomfort it created, he was hungry for more.
For once, it felt like he couldn’t continue living without having Curtis’s cum inside him.
He let out a soft hum and rubbed his tongue against the stiff dick.
The long hair framed Curtis’s face with shadows, closing them both in a capsule of intimacy that didn’t seem to make sense between two people who had just met. Nate trailed one hand over Curtis’s thigh, while pushing the other into the soft hair. He wanted to entwine with Curtis in any way possible. The prospect of anal sex had him nervous, yet he trusted Curtis to make it good.
Maybe he was just naive.
But maybe he just wanted his first time to be with this exciting stranger whose memory he’d chase forever, not a nice boy from a similar background.
Breathing through his nose, Nate sucked on the salty flesh in his mouth before diving lower, all the way until the tiniest stir of Curtis’s hips made him gag on the cock. It was a shock that his own body forced him to back out, and he looked up, miserable that he could barely fit in half the length.
“You’ve got no idea how filthy you look now. I love it,” Curtis whispered, watching Nate with the intensity of a wolf about to devour its prey. His thumb swirled across Nate’s damp lips before pushing in along the upper part of his dick.
Nate moaned and sucked on both, shamelessly rocking his hips. He wanted to be filthy. Right now, after eighteen chaste years, it felt as if he’d found his true calling. So he pushed again, forcing the cock past his gag reflex. He tried to relax, but it was an impossibility. Still, the sheer sense of having more of that stiff tool inside him had his balls tightening, no matter how much saliva dribbled down his chin.