by J. Grandison
I push his pants down with my hands still cupping his ass as they glide over the perfect bubbles. The man has a backside that was made for sin. If I weren't so stunned by his huge cock, I would bite one of his cheeks, but his cock holds me immobile. It is long and thick and pointing right at my mouth, begging me to taste it. I pull my shaking hands out of his pants and give the monster a stroke. A pearly bead of pre-cum moistens the tip. I lean forward and swipe it away with my tongue. He tastes so good that I become greedy for more. I lick the underside of his cock from his balls all the way to the mushroomed head. He cups my cheek and pushes his thumb between my lips.
“Take me in your mouth,” Shawn pleads, and I open wide and take the flared head into my warmth. I moan as more of his flavor explodes on my tongue, rendering me a slave to his need. He pushes forward, and I relax until he hits the back of my throat. I gag a little but do not push away. I want it. I want all of him.
“Cup my balls,” he growls, and I push his pants down further until I see his sack between his legs. I grasp them and roll the delicate gems between my fingers. He groans. I slide my mouth up and down his shaft as I continue to stimulate his meaty testicles. He makes the sexiest noises as I continue to work him further and further into my mouth. The sounds are like a symphony to me, guiding me on what he likes and how. The sounds deepen when I do something he particularly enjoys; it crescendos as he gets closer.
His hand grabs my hair, pulling it tight, but it only amps up my need. The tightening of his grip and the burning in my scalp let me know I’m doing a good job. I hollow out my cheeks more and swallow around the tip of his cock with every entry. His heavy hooded eyes stare down at me wildly and half glazed. His cheeks are flushed. His breathing is choppy as he growls, grunts, and groans. I have never seen anything sexier than this.
Finally, the cacophony of sound ends on a deep groan as I feel the first splash of his cum against the back of my throat. I slide up so I can catch the next one on my tongue and swallow it down. I pull him completely out of my mouth and stroke him. The last rope of cum surprises me, and I open wide, catching some in my mouth and on my lips. Shawn slumps forward, caging me in against the wall. I do not mind. I run my hands up and down his thighs and cup his ass again in the palms of hands. His muscular cheeks tense as he straightens back up. He looks down at me with such satiation that pride swells my chest. I was able to make him feel this good.
He gives me a broad smile before his thumb swipes across my chin, and he lifts the small bit of essence still left behind.
“Waste not,” he encourages as he pushes the wet digit into my mouth. I hum as I suckle the droplet from him. He growls down at me, and I feel him harden again against my cheek. I will never get enough of him. He has become my favorite treat.
Chapter 6. Shawn
Lying next to Braden, I watch the sun peek over the horizon as his chest rises and falls in blissful sleep. I need to get up and leave before anyone sees me. Sleep eluded me due to the excitement that filled me. I was not just ecstatic about the scouts that would be trying every trick in the book to get me to sign to their team, but also because last night was something I had thought about for a while.
Braden is so cute and shy; he was so frightened he wouldn’t please me with his outstanding oral skills. My cock wouldn’t stay down each time he finished; it became even fucking harder than the time before. I think he may be a “virgin” so to speak in other areas, though. I stroked him until cum ran down my fist and then licked it off. He seemed hesitant about me reciprocating the blowjobs he has so unselfishly given me. I believe that whatever relationships he had before he came here, he was the less dominant one. I won’t do that to him. I will repay him everything he gives to me and so much more.
I stroke my hand through his hair and see his long eyelashes that were just fanning his cheeks flutter open.
“Good morning, handsome,” I greet as I lightly kiss his forehead.
“Same to you,” he responds with a smile.
I stare into his blue eyes for just a moment, no words spoken but so much being said.
“I need to get home and get ready for church. Why don’t you go to church with me?” I ask, slowly sitting up and stretching.
“Oh, no. I learned a long time ago that not everybody accepts homosexuality. I know for a fact Southern Baptist Preachers or their congregations are not all that accepting. You, yourself, can’t even tell him who you really are. Hell, I am trying to keep my real self concealed, but I mean, one look at me, and it’s like the word faggot is tattooed on my forehead,” Braden says as he looks at the ceiling.
I understand his trepidations, and I certainly do not want him to feel uncomfortable so I won’t press it. I get out of the bed and begin putting my jeans back on, and oh boy, my cock stands at full attention. Sorry, buddy, we got to go.
After I am fully dressed, I pull Braden up from the edge of the bed where he has been sitting looking out the window.
“I have not heard that word used, but twink has flown out of the mouths of a few people. I want to tell my dad. Hell, believe me, I want to tell everyone, but this is not the time. I have kind of a busy day today. I’ll try to text when I get time. If not, I will see you in school tomorrow,” I say pushing a stray hair away from his eye.
“Okay” is all he utters. He sounds so defeated, so used.
“Braden, I’m serious. Please don’t think I came here just to have you suck my cock and never speak to you again. When I pulled you into that classroom and kissed you, I had been watching and thinking about these juicy, supple lips for months.” I lift my hand to his face, tilting it upward to place a soft, slow kiss on his lips. He steps closer to me, melding his body to mine.
*****
My mind has been distracted since leaving Braden this morning. I’m not even sure what Dad’s sermon was about.
Brunch with both coaches was very enlightening, but my mind kept going back to the look of hurt in his eyes. I never meant for him to feel like I was using him in any way. Now, as I pull up to the Hilton Inn in Mandeville to meet Clyde, I feel like shit. I don’t have to do this, but I am planning to get as far away from Louisiana as possible, and when I was listening to the Detroit Tigers’ assistant coach today, it just seemed right. Like Michigan would be a good place to pack up and move to. Take Braden and just go. But for now, letting Clyde blow me for a thousand bucks is what has to be done.
I scroll through my phone to find the picture I took of Braden as he slept. ‘I’m sorry,” I say to the picture before I exit the car.
*****
Walking into history class this morning was a nightmare. My professor called me down to the podium to inform me that if I did not pass my exam on Thursday, I would have to sit out the rest of season. Fuck, fuckity, fuck! He tells me to show up to his class at two this afternoon, that there’s a teacher’s aide that helps with tutoring. I agree and go about my daily routine.
Coach benched me. No practice until I pass that stupid fucking exam. Fuck me! When I find two minutes, I send a text to Braden.
Shawn: When’s your last class end?
Braden: My last class ends at 5. Why what did you have in mind?
Shawn: I was thinking pizza and beer in your dorm? I’ve had a shit day.
Braden: I’m sorry. Sure, say about 7 pm no one is usually around then.
Shawn: Sounds like a plan. Pepperoni good?
Braden: Perfect.
*****
When it’s time to meet this damn tutor, I walk into American History 201, and it’s him. I walk back out and check to make sure I have the right place. Yep, it’s the right room. This is the best thing that has happened to me all day.
When the man looks up, and our eyes meet, a small smile dawns on his face, and those blue eyes twinkle.
I take a seat two rows behind the other losers who are failing like me.
Once the TA finally makes his way towards me, he asks in his professional voice, “So what area is it exactly that is giving you
the most problems?” I look up at him with the sexiest smirk I can give.
“Oh, Mr. Dominque needs a little help in all aspects of history,” Professor Newsby announces from his stance behind the podium.
I shrug my shoulders as Braden stands there shaking his head.
Chapter 7. Braden
I was so shocked to see Shawn sitting in the classroom of the students needing more help in History. That subject is so easy for me. I have no problem remembering dates and times that are historically documented, so I agreed to assist those who struggle. I had no idea, at the time, that Shawn would be one of those students.
My heart races and my stomach flips as it does every time I see him. It’ll be amazing that I can get anything accomplished with his sexy gaze on me, but I will certainly try. I know if he’s in this room, it means he needs help or he’ll possibly be benched, and that’s like a death sentence for those like Shawn.
We make plans for us to study two or three times a week until he’s caught up in his class before we both leave the room, heading in two different directions. I still have another class, but tonight he’s coming over for pizza, and I can’t wait to see him again in private. His kisses haunt me like an addict trying to go cold turkey. I need his drugging caresses that leave me breathless and my cock as hard as granite. It’s going to be difficult to concentrate on my studies today.
*****
That night, I lay out a blanket in front of my bed for us to sit on. I grab some beer and the pizza and set it out in the middle of the square just as a knock sounds at the door. Smiling as I make my way to the entrance, my excitement is palpable with anticipation. I can’t wait to see him. I know it’s only been a day, but the hours have seemed to drag on.
I open the door to find Shawn leaning against the opposite wall. He has on tight jeans with just the right amount of wear to them, his form-fitting button-down shirt is blue with the top three buttons open, showing off his muscular chest. The man looks good enough to eat, and suddenly, my appetite is ravenous.
“Hey,” I shyly say as I open the door further for him to come in. Why do I always feel like I’m stumbling to find words with this man? He makes me experience feelings I have never imagined, and it’s all so overwhelming that I find myself speechless.
He walks in and brushes against me as he shuts the door behind him. Pulling me against his hard body, he kisses me the way that always leaves me breathless. I promise I’m not usually so monosyllabic, but with him, I seem to be.
Stepping away from me, Shawn looks around the room, noticing the blanket I laid out for us.
“You did all this for me?” he asks, and I smile shyly.
“Yeah.” I duck my head as my cheeks heat, and I’m probably looking more like a tomato than ever. He has that effect on me at every turn. More than anything, my heart skips a beat and my stomach flip flops. My body feels overly sensitive, and my cock is full and heavy.
He pulls me against him and takes my mouth with such urgency that I lose all thought. I just savor. His hungry hands roam my body and goosebumps rise in their wake. This is the chemistry, this connection, that I have always been looking for, only to find it in this fucked up state with a son of a preacher. How strange is that? Wanting more, my body seeks his out to discover that he controls the pace.
“Food first,” Shawn says with a chuckle when my mouth moves still trying to connect with his. I let him lead me over to the blanket even though I would rather take things to the bed. I sigh as I sit down beside him, and he laughs again.
“We have all night. Relax.” He hands me a beer and pops the top on his own. I take a healthy gulp in hopes that it will cool my libido. The electricity in the air is thick with unmet desire, and all I can think about is laying him back and taking him in my mouth again. The need to feel his pulse between my lips is intense.
He quirks his mouth as he watches me, a knowing glint in his eyes. Aware of the effect he has on me. I do nothing to try and hide it, either.
Shawn leans over and grabs a slice of pizza, bringing it to his full, succulent lips and takes a large bite. Even his eating is an erotic dance before my eyes. Opening his mouth, chewing his food, swallowing with a bob of his throat. All things I would normally think so mundane, but with him, is another sensual display that I’m spellbound to watch.
He shakes his head at me, though, and I see the need reflected in his eyes. I know he wants me just as much as I want him. I clear my throat to talk in the hopes of purging my thoughts.
I reach over and grab my slice of pizza before asking him about his day. The man is still a mystery to me, and I know only through conversation will we get to know each other. I put my desire to the back of my mind as we ask each other questions.
I love the deep southern drawl to his voice as he fills me in about growing up in the south with a preacher as a father. He talks about church and the people who attend. I can tell he likes it, but certainly, there is some trepidation. Their views on homosexuality and sex before marriage are certainly some of them.
After we finish eating, we lay back on the blanket and stare into each other’s eyes. It’s as though Shawn sees right through me. His pulse quickens, thrumming visibly in his neck as he continues to watch me.
I sit up and pull my shirt over my head. His eyes follow, his pupils dilate, and his breathing becomes raspy as he examines every inch of flesh I expose. My body responds in turn. His eyes are so heated that it makes me feel powerful knowing I have this kind of impact on him. It’s addictive.
I have never been voyeuristic, but with Shawn, I want him to be held captive as I undress. I’m usually shy about my body. I’m not as muscular as he is, nor do I have much body hair. My frame is sleeker, more of a swimmer’s build. Though, with the way his eyes devour me, it makes me feel sexy and desirable.
I pop the top button of my jeans as he sucks in a breath. Yes, I have his undivided attention. Pulling the zipper down, its rasping sound resonates between our labored breathing. His eyes never leave mine, not that I thought they would. I slide my fingers inside of my pants and boxers, shimmying them down over my hips.
“Fuck,” Shawn groans as my shaft springs free from its confines. He leans over and cups my thick length in his hand. I hiss out a breath when he glides his hand down and then up again, creating a bead of moisture at the tip. He caresses his other hand up and down my body, plucking one tiny nipple before moving on to the other one. My body jerks and I groan deep within my throat.
“So responsive,” he says while sitting up and straddling my thighs. He stares down at me, taking me in with a leisurely perusal of his eyes trailing down my body. He licks his lips in a slow, deliberate slip of his tongue, drawing my gaze to his mouth.
“Touch yourself. Show me what you do while you’re thinking about me,” Shawn taunts as his eyes flicker over my hand. I raise it to my cock and stroke it as he looks on. I run my hand through my pre-cum and slide it down my shaft. My eyelids droop as the sensation of my hand makes my muscles clench.
“Eyes on me,” Shawn demands, and I pop them back open. I take my other hand and cup my balls. He growls his approval, so I continue fucking my hand as his heated stare remains on me.
“I want to see all of you, too,” I tell him through my panting breath. He starts popping open the buttons down the rest of his shirt. The man is gorgeous, all rippling muscles and tanned skin. He makes my mouth water just looking at him. Sliding the shirt from his shoulders, he lets it fall to the floor beside my feet. I go to sit up, but he pushes me back down.
“Don’t stop,” he encourages, even though I can see the desire dancing in his eyes as he continues to study me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out as I wiggle my hand under the bed in search of the lube I put there earlier. He groans and runs his hand down his face in frustration. I have no idea what is causing this reaction.
“I want to, more than you know, but I can’t. Not until I get my shit figured out,” Shawn says, and I can tell he doesn’t want
to wait. I don’t know what is holding him back, but it’s apparent he’s not happy with his decision. I just wish I could break through the wall he has built around himself and get to know the real him, not the man he believes he’s supposed to be.
My stomach tightens in disappointment, though I try to cover it. My cock starts to wilt, even with my hand still stroking it. His refusal has affected me whether I want it to or not, so I turn my head away and cover my now flaccid dick.
“Fuck!” Shawn growls in frustration. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to take you; I just said not yet.”
Looking up to see him raking his hands through his hair, I sit up and hold one of his hands. He looks down at me, and for the first time, I recognize the vulnerability, and it feels like I’m seeing him for the first time.
“What do you want to do?” I ask him, and he gives me a wicked smile before pressing me back down on the floor. He kisses me hard and demanding as his tongue takes over my mouth. Pulling away, but not far, he nibbles his way down my neck and chest. The closer to my shaft he gets, the more I want to feel his mouth surrounding me. My cock strains as he finally reaches it. He licks my tip before getting up and pulling his pants off. He lays back down, but this time, his dick is in my face and mine is in front of him. I waste no time taking him into my mouth.
I groan around his rigid length as I feel the heat of his mouth surround me. I buck against him before I can stop myself. My only thought is of more; more of his wet mouth, and more of his tasty cum. I have no control over my body as we suck and lick each other as though there will be no tomorrow. This is what I crave, this intimacy, this desire. Our bodies strain against one another as sweat glistens on our body. The need to find release our only goal and we reach it at the same time, swallowing each other down as though every drop is the nectar of the gods. Shawn makes me feel alive. He makes me feel whole.
