Bishop: A True Lover's Story

Edison slowly parted his peach lips and peered up at Bishop as if awaiting further instruction. Holy fucking shit. He placed the tip of his cock just inside Edison’s heat and his body gave a full-on shudder. He eased inside a bit more and Edison naturally closed his lips around him.

“Oh my god, Eddie.”

He knew the second Edison sucked on his head it’d be over. He was mindful not to thrust, letting Edison take as much as he was comfortable with, which wasn’t much. Bishop cupped Edison’s cheek with his other hand and felt it hollow under his touch just as Edison swallowed around him.

“Fuck!” Bishop yelled, forgetting about being quiet. He clenched his ass when Edison gripped his hips and swallowed again. The more Bishop grunted and cried out his name the more Edison sucked. He had no rhythm or method to what he was doing, only pure instinct, and it was more than enough. “I’m coming,” he warned, giving Edison plenty of time to pull off before he got a mouthful, but to Bishop’s surprise Edison clung on as if he was bracing for the ride.

Keeping a firm leash on his dick, Bishop lurched at the first jolt of his release, careful not to choke his inexperienced boyfriend. He braced himself with one hand on Edison’s shoulder to keep from toppling over as waves and waves of pleasure overtook him. “Goddamn,” Bishop groaned, milking the last of his orgasm onto Edison’s tongue.

Edison eased off him with a shallow pop and wiped the remnants of his seed that’d escaped from the side of his mouth. Then with a satisfied smirk as Bishop continued to jerk and spasm over top of him, Edison fell back on the bed and tucked his hands behind his head, looking way too pleased with himself. And he’d more than earned it. Bishop wouldn’t take that away from him. Edison had definitely nailed his first blow job.

Bishop was resting comfortably on his sheets that smelled like Edison’s aftershave when he stretched his arms over his head and reached for him but felt nothing but cool sheets. He cracked his eyes open and saw Edison sitting on the side of the bed buttoning his shirt. His jeans and shoes were on as if he was about to make a silent dash for the door. “You sneaking out on me? I hope you at least left some cash on the nightstand.”

Edison laughed quietly. “It’s late, and I have to get up early for our planning committee’s final run through for community fun day. Don’t forget honey, that’s this Saturday.”

“I remember,” Bishop said around a yawn.

“You guys did such an amazing job with the landscaping, this is the first year we didn’t have to rent a park, we can actually have it on our own grounds. It’s a huge deal, open to the public and everything. So, you guys gotta come.”

“I told the fellas. We’ll be there, Edison,” Bishop grumbled. A Saturday full of elite office workers and Town Center day-walkers was not his idea of a fun day, but it meant a lot to Edison.

“I promise not to make you stay the entire time.” Edison leaned down and kissed him.

“Good. Because I have plans for you Saturday night,” Bishop said seductively. He reclined back on the bed and tried to take Edison with him when he was stopped.

“My Lyft will be here in a couple minutes.”

Bishop sat up straight, not liking the sound of that. “A Lyft? You don’t have to take a cab, Eddie. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am? I picked you up, I’ll take you home.” Bishop inched closer and put his forehead against Edison’s. “I thought you were supposed to be the old-fashioned one?”

Edison pushed his tongue into his mouth, and Bishop forgot what he was supposed to be complaining about. When he pulled back Edison smoothed his soft hands over his beard. “You only have a few more hours to sleep. There’s no need to drive me twenty minutes home then have to drive right back, when you’re already here. And I know you have a lot to do on Tuesdays… even though you won’t tell me what it is.”

“I will soon. Promise,” Bishop said. His mood began to deflate when he thought of the talk he needed to have with Edison on Saturday night. It was time to come clean and be completely forthcoming with the man he loved—before someone beat him to it.

~

“I think I should stay just in case you need some more help, Bishop. Why do I need to leave for your class now?” Mike not only looked offended, he looked hurt.

Bishop sat at their dining table in front of the laptop waiting to log on to his virtual classroom at six o’clock. This was his second class and he wanted to do it without Mike standing over his shoulder. He knew his dad meant well, but he needed to do this alone.