Forgotten Luca (The Four 1)

I pushed the shirt up enough that it was clear to Remy what I wanted, and he went ahead and removed it from his body. I hated to see how he discreetly tried to cover some of the larger scars on his body. While Remy was definitely on the skinny side and he had more scars than the average person, I still couldn't get past how beautiful he was. So that was what I told him. I said it with words, I said it with my mouth, and I said it with my fingers. I would happily spend the rest of my life showing and telling him he was perfect just as he was.

I left his pants on and nuzzled his belly button, as well as the thin line of hair that started there. My hands were roaming anywhere they could reach and while Remy was still tense, his fingers were on the move as well. He ran them through my hair, alongside my neck, and over my shoulders. He finally seemed to realize my shirt was still partially on, so as I followed his treasure trail with my tongue, he began working on the buttons at my wrists. But of course, as soon as I lowered my mouth and closed it over the outline of his cock, Remy forgot all about my shirt as he let out a loud groan. I mouthed him through the fabric of the pajama pants until I had dampened the length of his dick. Remy's fingers twisted in my hair and gripped hard as he tried to make it so that my mouth was focused on his crown.

I reached up to pull his pajama pants down and watched his ruddy cock slip free of the material. It looked painfully hard and red and was glistening with moisture. I forgot that I was supposed to be going slow and simply closed my mouth over the head and swallowed him to the back of my throat. Remy screamed in surprise but didn't try to pull away. As his taste slid over the back of my tongue, I began sucking hard so I could collect every last drop for myself.

While his dick wasn't huge, it was still difficult to work the length down my throat so I could rub my nose in the hair at his groin. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried not to gag. I pulled back until almost his entire shaft slipped free of my mouth and then I sucked him again. I let my tongue explore all the ridges, but I didn't count myself truly victorious until Remy grabbed ahold of my shoulders and began pumping himself into me. I held on to his hips for leverage as I let him fuck my mouth. He was moaning and grunting as he used me, and I loved every second of it.

"Luca, Luca, I—I can't—oh God!" was all he got out and then he was shouting in relief as his semen began to shoot down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, loving the salty bitterness that coated my tongue. The release seemed to go on forever and while I was able to consume most of Remy's essence, some of it dripped out the side of my mouth. I continued to suck on Remy's dick as his orgasm eased and used my hands to hold his body up because he was shaking so badly. I gently released his cock and then stood. His skin was flushed and sweating and his eyes were half closed. I could see he'd been crying at some point because there were the remnants of tears on his cheeks.

"Luca," he said drowsily, but I didn't miss the confusion in his voice. I assumed it was another first for him… getting a blow job. I covered his mouth with mine and kissed him gently so he could taste himself on my tongue and know that it had really happened. He was clearly tired as he kissed me back, then his arms went around me and he leaned heavily against me. I reveled in the feel of it.

"Do you want more?" I asked.

He nodded without hesitation. "I want it all," he whispered.

I settled my hands on his ass, then lowered them to the backs of his thighs. As soon as I lifted him, he stepped free of his pajamas and wrapped his legs around me. It was only a few short steps to the bed, and when I laid him down on it and covered his body with mine, he dragged my mouth down to his for a drugging kiss.

"Do you want me to…?" Remy asked as his eyes shifted down to my groin. The idea that he thought he had to reciprocate was just further proof that no one had ever taken the time to make this kind of encounter solely about him.