Learning Curve

by H J Welch

  Dillon squeezed Myles’s shoulders and rested their temples together, side by side. “It’s pretty much the same as kissing a woman, or so I’ve heard,” Dillon said kindly. “It’s all about paying attention to what your partner wants. It helps if you think the other person is hot as fuck,” he added wickedly. He caught Myles’s earlobe between his lips, giving it a quick but gentle suck.

  Myles moaned. The sound went straight to Dillon’s crotch. This time, he didn’t try and fight it as his cock began to harden.

  “You think I’m hot?” Myles asked. His voice had become husky all of a sudden. He was obviously affected, too.

  “Oh, baby,” Dillon purred. Myles shuddered in his arms. “So hot. Can I kiss you?”

  Myles turned in his grasp and looked at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. Then he stood. Dillon’s hands naturally slipped down to his waist and he was thrilled when Myles’s hands wrapped around his back. Myles was a little taller, so Dillon found himself looking up slightly as they pressed their chests together.

  Myles considered Dillon, as if he was savoring the moment. Or at least, that was what Dillon hoped. But after a few seconds, a small smile tugged at one corner of Myles’s mouth.

  “Yes,” he said. “I’d love you to kiss me.”

  Dillon’s eyes closed and he wasted no time moving closer, turning his head upward and stopping just before his lips touched Myles’s. Their breaths mingled and Dillon smelled the warm aroma of the wine and delicious taste from their pasta dish.

  The moment only lasted a second or two before Dillon closed the last few millimeters, bringing their mouths together finally. He moaned right away, unable to stop himself as their lips moved automatically, his tongue slipping out to find Myles’s and bring them even closer together.

  Myles’s hands ran up Dillon’s back, holding him between his shoulder blades and cradling the back of his head, his fingers slipping through Dillon’s hair. Dillon’s heart fluttered as he allowed himself to be pressed all along Myles’s body. The hardness of Myles’s erection was evident, even through their clothes.

  “Oh my god,” Dillon whispered as he snuck a quick breath. He paused for only a second at most before he dove right back in, eager to taste more of Myles’s searing-hot lips.

  They stumbled backward and Dillon’s ass hit the glass table, making everything on it rattle. Dillon laughed sheepishly.

  “Whoops,” he said. He wrapped his hands around the material of Myles’s polo shirt. “We’re going to make a mess.”

  “Don’t care,” Myles said. He buried his face against Dillon’s neck and began to suck and kiss at the tender spot just above Dillon’s collarbone.

  “Fuck,” Dillon said breathlessly. “Myles, you had nothing to worry about. You’re amazing.”

  Myles placed a final kiss at the spot he’d attacked, then cradled Dillon’s face. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m so fucking turned on. I…do you want…?”

  “We could take our clothes off and see where it goes from there?” Dillon suggested before he lost his nerve. Dear lord, he wanted to get fucked by Myles so badly.

  “Would you stay the night?” Myles asked.

  Something funny shifted in Dillon’s chest. He couldn’t remember the last time a guy had asked him that. Normally it was a mutual fun time, then one or the other summoning an Uber. He rested his forehead on Myles’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

  “If it’s not an inconvenience,” he asked, his voice small.

  Myles chuckled and rubbed his back. “You really need to stop seeing yourself as being a nuisance,” he mumbled into Dillon’s hair. “Stay the night. You could maybe, uh, show me some things?”

  Dillon hummed and hugged his lover tighter. “You’ve never watched porn?” he asked, not beating around the bush. “There aren’t things you’ve imagined trying?”

  Myles shuddered and groaned. “Well, I suppose, yeah. I imagine gay porn is as realistic as straight porn, but…there might be a couple of things. I…can I suck you off?”

  Coming from another guy, such a chaste request might have been kind of funny. But Dillon understood the bravery it must have taken Myles to ask for that. “Oh, baby,” he said, loving the way the pet name made Myles blush. “Of course you can.”

  “Do you want to come up to my room?” Myles asked. He was stroking Dillon’s scalp in the most delicious way, sending little tingles down his spine.

  “Uh huh,” Dillon mumbled, kissing Myles again. “Show me the way.”

  Myles let go of Dillon’s body, but he then slipped his fingers between Dillon’s, leading him by the hand away from the dining table toward the staircase. Dillon couldn’t stop grinning. He was used to guys carrying him and manhandling him. Not that he didn’t enjoy that kind of behavior. But this kind of chivalry was something else. It was special.

  Once they reached the landing, Myles turned around and took both of Dillon’s hands in his own, walking backward into what turned out to be his bedroom. Dillon swept his gaze around, taking in the enormous, perfectly made bed, decorative candles, framed artwork and glass ornaments. Thankfully, the photos of Jenny that had been present in every other room were absent here.

  This was a space for grown-ups.

  He and Myles were kissing again as they stumbled toward the bed, hands roaming under their shirts. Myles may have been inexperienced, but he was overcoming his shyness pretty quickly. Dillon hoped that was because he made him feel comfortable.

  “If I talk you through it,” Dillon said as the backs of his legs hit the mattress, “would you want to fuck me?”

  Myles faltered and blinked his eyes back open. The light was on in the landing, but in the middle of his bedroom, they were mostly in darkness. Dillon was just able to make out his expression, although it was a little difficult to read. Surprised, maybe?

  “Uh,” Myles said. “I don’t know…” Then he rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any condoms.”

  “Not that we have to do anything if you’re not ready yet,” Dillon said pointedly, “but I might have packed one just in case.” He slid his fingers into his jeans pocket and removed the sealed foil condom packet to show Myles.

  “So prepared,” Myles said with a nervous laugh.

  Dillon shrugged. “Teacher habits,” he confessed. “We generally have to provide our own supplies. Look,” he continued, joking aside. “There are so many things we can do instead, so really, there’s no pressure. I just thought I’d offer.” He pecked a kiss on Myles’s lips and smiled. “I’m pretty sure whatever we do will be beautiful.”

  “Yeah?” Myles sounded uncertain. Then he let out a nervous laugh. “Fuck, I bet you’re really good at this. Not that-!” he blurted. “I didn’t mean that as an insult or anything.”

  Dillon laughed loudly and cupped either side of Myles’s face. “I didn’t take it as one,” he assured him. “Yeah, I’ve had a fair bit of practice at sex and I’m pretty sure I’m quite good at it. Lucky you, right?”

  Myles managed a tentative smile and caressed the side of Dillon’s neck. “Lucky me,” he murmured. He released a breath and nodded. “I promised myself earlier tonight I had to start somewhere. So, yes, I’d like to start this with you. And…why not jump in with both feet?”

  Dillon managed to hold back a moan. He had friends that weren’t all that into anal, which was totally fair enough. It could take a while to prepare and he knew guys who just found it painful. But he was unashamed to say he fucking loved taking it up the ass. And he wanted this gorgeous man to give it to him so badly.

  In little to no time they managed to divest themselves of their clothes together. Myles hesitated when it came to his briefs. But just as Dillon was going to suggest he keep them on for now, he yanked them down and slid under the covers, gazing hopefully up at Dillon. Dillon had only caught a glimpse of his delicious-looking cock, but it was enough to make him even harder. He wrestled to get out of his own underwear, and hurried e
agerly into the bed beside Myles.

  The first thing Myles did was cuddle him close, running his large hands reverently along Dillon’s flanks. “Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Dillon, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  “I know,” Dillon said kindly.

  Myles smiled and kissed his lips sweetly. “I can’t tell you how glad I am it’s you.”

  Dillon’s heart contracted. They had only met a day ago, but he knew what Myles meant. There was something undeniably special between them. Something precious. “Me too,” he murmured into Myles’s mouth.

  He rolled Myles on top of him, their cocks trapped between their bellies rubbing together. Myles moaned and grunted and gnashed his teeth. He was coming undone and Dillon loved it.

  “Hey,” Dillon said between kisses. “Have you got lube?” He should have asked before, but he’d been too caught up in the moment.

  Myles nodded, pausing to open a drawer in the nightstand. “Is this okay?” he asked, handing the tube over to Dillon. It wasn’t the best, but it would definitely do.

  Dillon felt a bit giddy as he thought how he’d get Myles some of the good stuff soon. He didn’t question that this was just the beginning of something longer between them.

  “Perfect,” he said, taking it from him and hastily squeezing a good dollop onto his fingers. “Just give me a minute. Could you get on your hands and knees?”

  He wrapped his ankles around Myles’s back, exposing his hole. Myles watched as Dillon reached between their bodies and his legs to push two fingers inside himself. He’d gotten pretty quick at stretching himself out, but he still needed a minute or two before trying to force a cock up there.

  “Kiss me,” he whispered, pulling Myles’s attention back up to his face.

  Myles was trying to play it cool, Dillon could tell, but there was still an air of tension about him. Dillon wanted to do everything he could to help him relax.

  “I trust you,” Dillon said.

  He saw the change in Myles’s eyes. Something clicked into place and he smiled. He stayed on his knees, giving Dillon the space to move his arm between them, but he bowed down enough to hug Dillon to him, rubbing their temples together again.

  “I trust you, too,” Myles said, kissing Dillon’s cheek. “Holy fuck, you smell amazing.”

  Dillon couldn’t help but chuckle as Myles nuzzled his nose into Dillon’s hair and licked his neck.

  “That’s my manly musk,” Dillon said, dropping his voice as low as it would go and making Myles laugh as well. “You smell fucking hot, too, don’t worry.”

  He ran his free hand over Myles’s hairy chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles. He thought how delicious Myles would be when he was all hot and sweaty. Dillon was crazy for natural man odor.

  Okay, he was done playing with himself. If he needed to stretch more, he’d just do it around Myles’s cock. He wanted this whole thing to be about them, together.

  “I’m ready,” Dillon panted and dropped his feet to the side of his hips. “Can I suit you up?”

  He’d been with guys who preferred to put their own condom on, but Dillon found there was something incredibly intimate about doing it for his partner. Plus, he loved seeing Myles blush.

  “Uh, okay,” Myles stammered, a coy little grin playing on his lips. He looked down as Dillon took the condom from the packet and rolled it carefully down Myles’s length. He grunted and bit his lip, but kept perfectly still for Dillon.

  “So, about the dick-sucking,” Dillon ventured as he rubbed an extra layer of lube over the condom. Myles snorted. Good. Dillon hated guys who took themselves too seriously in bed. “You could have a try now, or I can hold on and you can finish me off after you come.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Preferably in my ass.”

  Myles laughed again and kissed Dillon’s lips. Dillon suspected he was buying himself a second to think, but Dillon didn’t mind.

  “Uh, after sounds good. If you’re sure?” Myles added. “I want you to enjoy this as much as possible.”

  Dillon groaned. “So thoughtful,” he purred in appreciation. “I like to hold off as long as possible, actually. So, just leave my cock alone while we’re fucking. Then you can give me a happy ending after.”

  Myles’s eyes fluttered closed. If Dillon had to guess, he’d say he was probably feeling a little overwhelmed right now. Dillon’s first time with anyone had been with a guy at school and neither of them had possessed any kind of clue what to do. They’d just sort of rubbed against each other and jerked each other off a bit. When you were sixteen, it didn’t take much to make you come.

  Dillon felt a sudden protective urge crawl over him. Myles had chosen him to pop his man-sex cherry. If he was gay or bi or whatever, he wanted to explore this side of his sexuality with Dillon. Dillon wanted to show him everything. All the lovely little tricks he’d learned over the years to make them both feel so good.

  He caressed the side of Myles’s face, encouraging him to open his eyes again. “Everything okay?” Dillon asked.

  Myles exhaled and smiled. “It’s amazing,” he said. “I’m ready if you are?”

  Dillon nodded and crossed his heels around Myles’s back again, angling himself up to where Myles was lining his cock with Dillon’s entrance. “Slow and steady,” Dillon instructed him.

  Myles nodded and kissed him, pushing his tip through the tight ring of muscle.

  Dillon moaned at the delicious burn. It was easy to relax for Myles. He felt like putty in his hands, even though Dillon was the one technically calling the shots.

  They rocked together, gradually pushing Myles deeper inside Dillon until the end of his cock was rubbing against Dillon’s prostate and he was gasping in pleasure. “Like that, baby,” he said breathlessly, nodding in encouragement. “That’s perfect, holy fuck.”

  Myles shook his head and kissed Dillon, pausing for a second as he bottomed out. “It’s been so long. I mean, never like this, just sex, in general. This isn’t just sex, though. Fuck, Dillon, feels so good.”

  He was babbling and Dillon loved it. For a while they simply kissed, cradling each other’s faces with trembling hands. Leisurely, Dillon began to rock his hips, encouraging Myles to move within him. To fuck him slowly and deliciously and hard. Every thrust hit Dillon’s sweet spot, sending sparks through his body and forcing him to cry out.

  “Perfect,” he uttered into Myles’s mouth as they kissed and panted. “You feel perfect, oh my god.”

  “Dillon,” Myles cried.

  He braced himself with one arm on the mattress then gripped Dillon’s side so tightly he was probably going to leave bruises. Dillon hoped he would. Myles fucked him faster and rougher and Dillon pushed back with everything he had, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “I’m going to come,” Myles grunted. He sounded pained, but Dillon held his jaw and shoulder, looking into his eyes as he nodded.

  “Come for me, baby,” he rasped. “I love it. You look gorgeous. Come now, Myles.”

  Myles slammed into him a couple more times before arching his back and screwing up his face, shouting as his orgasm took hold of him. Dillon took in several deep breaths as he watched his lover revel in all his glory, slowly coming back to him once his climax began to fade.

  Smiling, Dillon rubbed his thumb against Myles’s cheek. “Good?”

  “Spectacular,” Myles mumbled with a sleepy grin.

  He bent down and captured Dillon’s lips in a filthy openmouthed kiss that went straight to Dillon’s already rock-hard cock. Before Dillon could even say anything, Myles began kissing down his body, pushing him into the mattress, encouraging him to lie back while he made a trail over his stomach toward his straining cock.

  Dillon allowed his legs to flop to the side as Myles reached his crotch. “Fuck,” he whispered, drawing out the one syllable as Myles began to investigate his first-ever cock. He played with it, fascinated, touching every inch of Dillon’s dick and balls and taint with his fingertips and lip
s. It was driving Dillon absolutely wild.

  He gripped the bedsheets and gnashed his teeth. He was tempted to call Myles a dirty liar. He was a fucking master tease.

  “Please, Myles, baby,” he whimpered.

  Myles laughed. The bastard.

  In fact, he took a break to pull the condom off his now soft cock, quickly cleaning the excess lube from himself with a tissue, then dropping both items over the side of the bed. Then he snuggled back up between Dillon’s legs, kissing his thighs and stroking his leaking cock with featherlight touches.

  “Please, Myles,” Dillon gasped as Myles lapped precum from the tip. His body wanted to thrust his throbbing length down his throat, but in truth, Dillon was loving the suspense. He was going to explode when the time came.

  “How do you like it?” Myles asked.

  Dillon shook his head. He’d give Myles an in-depth tutorial some other day. “Sheath teeth, bob and suck, baby,” he managed to utter. “You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to. But I think I won’t take long.”

  Myles grinned as he rubbed Dillon’s thighs and licked up his shaft. “I’ll swallow,” he said.

  Dillon made a high-pitched noise and balled up his fists. “Fuck off this is your first blow job,” he said, dissolving into laughter. “Oh, god, come on. Please, I want it so badly.”

  “I think you’ve been very patient,” Myles said warmly. Then he slipped his lips over Dillon’s head and Dillon lost all coherent thought. All he could process was hot and tight and good as he moaned and writhed.

  “Myles,” he grunted, gripping onto his thick, dark hair. It was the only warning he could give. Luckily, Myles seemed to get it. “Myles.”

  Myles sucked harder as Dillon’s climax rushed over him, destroying him completely. He bucked as he spilled, screwing up his eyes so tightly he had blind patches swirling in his vision when he finally blinked them open again.

  “Oh,” he said as he caught his breath. “Oh.”

  He felt boneless as he stared at the ceiling, but he could feel Myles crawl up alongside him. He wrapped his arms around Dillon, who rolled instinctively into the embrace. They were too hot to pull the comforter over them just yet, so Dillon was happy to lie entwined with his lover as sleep began to creep over them.