We endup falling asleep together in his bed after we clean up our mess. We go to bed with his head resting on my chest, his leg wrapped around me, and when we wake up this morning, he’s big spooning me.
I love it and want to sleep beside him every night.
It dawns on me that I’ve never slept—like actually slept—beside anyone else. I’ve always made sure my sexual partners leave when we’re done. I’ve never wanted to sleep beside anyone and face the morning light with them, until now.
I’m slightly nervous about how Luca is going to handle what we did last night whenever he wakes up. As far as I know, I’m the first guy he’s messed around with. He’s never shown even the slightest bit of interest toward men, at least around me. We’ll need to talk about all of this, I’m sure, but I don’t regret it. Not one bit.
He rustles behind me, and I know he’s waking up. Staying still, I want to let him figure out how he wants to handle this, handle me in his arms, handle us naked.
Nestling his face into my neck, he inhales deeply. Chills break out over my entire body at the contact, and my dick would perk up if it wasn’t already rock hard. He places feather-soft kisses all over the back of my neck and lets his hand wander unabashedly down to my throbbing cock.
I hiss through gritted teeth and melt into his chest. He strokes my cock with confidence, like he’s done this with men plenty of times, going firmly from base to tip. He plays with my piercing a little, smearing pre-cum over my head.
I can’t help the groan that escapes my throat. This feels so fucking good. Letting him take control, I want him to feel comfortable and confident with anything that we do.
He sucks on my neck gently, continuing to stroke me, thrusting himself against me, letting me know he is as hard as I am. “G’morning,” he rasps. Jesus Christ, his scratchy morning voice is enough to make me blow my load right now.
I wiggle my ass into his crotch. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in, I don’t know how long. You?”
“Same. I always sleep the best when we share a bed.” I didn’t mean for that last part to slip out, but oh well. His dick has been in my throat, so I think it’s clear how I feel about him.
He continues his lazy strokes, and seriously, a hand job has never felt so good, so right.
“We should probably talk about last night.” As much as it pains me to interrupt this fabulous morning treat, I do know we need to address how he is feeling.
“Now? You want to talk about this while my hand is wrapped around your cock?”
“Well, no. However, we should talk about it.” With each salacious stroke, I feel my resolve slipping.
“Later.” He places a few more sensual kisses on my neck. “We can talk later. Lay on your back. Now.” He growls the last part, and I’m not even going to pretend it doesn’t do something filthy to my insides.
Happily, I oblige his demands, and I’m rewarded with a hot and rough kiss. His hands are all over me, and when he breaks the kiss, staring at me, his eyes are filled with wicked want. It’s hands down the sexiest look I have ever seen in my life, and it’s pointed directly at me.
I reach down to grab his very erect dick, only to have him shove my hand away. I look at him with confusion, and he responds with another deep kiss.
“I want to explore you this time, if that’s okay.” His hands on me are still sure in their movements, but I can see the slightest glimpse of nervousness in his eyes. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked with a baby gay. Lust licks my veins at the thought of teaching him, guiding him.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, bringing my hand up to cup his jaw. “With another man?” I am almost positive I know the answer, but I want to be sure.
“No, never.” His cheeks flush pink, and it makes my heart skip a beat. “I didn’t even know I was into guys until… until I saw you fucking that guy over the summer.”
Damn. Color me shocked. He’s been thinking about me for that long?
“Okay. Was it the sex that turned you on, or me?” I hesitate to finish the sentence, scared to hear his answer. Plenty of straight men enjoy gay porn, but that doesn’t mean they’re gay, or even bi. The idea of him experimenting, only to decide he is straight in the end, guts me more than I want to admit.
“Well, the sex was hot to watch, but it was you I couldn’t take my eyes off of. The blissed-out look in your eyes, your sweaty, defined muscles, the primal way you manhandled him… it was fucking hot. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”
I can’t help it; I lift my head up and kiss him. His honesty in the way he’s feeling is sexy as hell. I want nothing more than to lose control with him, but I need to let him set the pace, at least for now. He needs to figure out what he wants, what he likes, and how he feels.
“What do you want to explore first?”
“This,” he says while he tightens his grip on my cock. I groan at the pressure.
“Be my guest, baby. My body is your canvas.”
He smirks and kisses my neck, moving down to my chest. He twirls his tongue around my left nipple, sucking it into his mouth while continuing to jerk my cock. The sensation is heavenly. Then he moves to my right nipple, licking and sucking with the same attention. My cock is leaking, and my hands are itching to explore his body, but I don’t. I let him have control.
He moves nervously in between my open legs and continues to kiss his way down my stomach. He nips at the V on my left hip before doing the same to my right.
With this being his first time with a man, I expect him to tip-toe around my cock. What I don’t expect at all, and what he does, is for him to run the flat of his tongue all the way from the base of my dick up to my engorged tip. My hips thrust up automatically, and I throw my head back.
His hands, his lips, his tongue, his fucking attention, feels like a goddamn spiritual experience.
“Is this okay?” he asks timidly.
“It’s good. It’s so good, baby.” The praise causes the pink in his cheeks to make an appearance again, and I love it.
Taking the base of my cock in his hand, he closes his mouth around the tip, sucking hard. Jesus Christ, this boy is going to be the death of me. “Ahh, fuck. Yes, baby, just like that.”
He twirls his tongue around my piercing, and I moan so loudly, it’s a damn good thing the guys aren’t home. Working my tip with his mouth and his tongue while stroking my cock simultaneously, he gets a good rhythm going.
His mouth is so warm and inviting, I have to actively try to not shove my cock all the way down his throat. He slowly takes more of me, moaning and thrusting his hips into the bed.
He’s turned on by this.He’s turned on by sucking me.
Fuck.