by K. C. Wells
When he figured he’d just about melted Tommy into the mattress, Mike knelt up, legs straddling that firm thigh once more, and began to unbutton Tommy’s white shirt. “Wanna see what I get to play with,” he said, smiling.
Tommy gave him the first genuinely relaxed smile since he’d arrived. “We’re playin’?”
“Oh yeah. This is supposed to be fun.” Mike slowly pulled the shirt open to reveal Tommy’s creamy torso, his abs well developed. Fuck, the boy was ripped. He bent over to kiss the warm skin, and Tommy giggled. Mike chuckled. “Ah, you’re ticklish.”
“Always have been.” Tommy’s hands were on his upper arms, his neck craned to watch Mike’s slow progress as he kissed up toward those pecs, covered with reddish-brown hair. Tommy moved his hands to press against Mike’s chest. “Do… do I get to undress you too?” His lips parted, eyes gleaming in the lamplight.
Mike grinned. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” He liked that Tommy wasn’t passive. While Tommy’s fingers fumbled with the buttons, Mike pressed soft kisses to Tommy’s forehead and cheeks, moving down to his neck. Those fingers stuttered in their task when Mike latched onto the silky skin and sucked, and a moan rumbled through Tommy. “You like that.” It wasn’t a question.
“Uh-huh.” It seemed to be as much as Tommy could manage.
Mike sat up and pulled off the shirt, following it with the white T-shirt he wore underneath. Then he dropped back down to where Tommy lay and eased the shirt off his shoulder, kissing the flesh beneath and then moving back to the fragrant skin of Tommy’s neck. He lowered his body to meet Tommy’s chest and slipped his arms under him, then rolled until Tommy was sitting astride him, face flushed, mouth open. Mike stretched up and took off Tommy’s shirt, and then unbuckled the belt around his jeans. He reached up and pulled Tommy gently down until their lips met once more. They kissed, Mike slowly moving his tongue in and out of Tommy’s mouth. He could feel Tommy’s cock, rigid against his.
“Undo my jeans,” Mike whispered against his lips.
Tommy sat upright, hands shaking slightly as they first unbuckled Mike’s belt, then unfastened his jeans. He moved to the side before grabbing the jeans and pulling them over Mike’s hips, Mike lifting them to make things easier. His erection strained against the fabric of his dark blue briefs, and Tommy stared at it, eyes so wide.
Mike took hold of Tommy’s hand and placed it over his crotch, moving it slowly while he gently rolled his hips. Tommy caught on and began to stroke Mike’s dick through the soft cotton, his breathing growing more rapid as Mike’s cock lengthened and thickened.
“Oh my,” Tommy uttered breathlessly.
Mike laughed softly. “We’re still wearing too many clothes here.”
Tommy chuckled, his cheeks glowing, and proceeded to pull off Mike’s shoes and jeans. He laughed out loud when he saw Mike’s socks. “Oh my—Animal? Bethany watches this on TV sometimes.”
Mike shrugged. “So I happen to like the Muppets. Bite me.” He’d worn them on purpose, figuring they’d help lighten the mood. Tommy was still giggling when he tugged them off. “Hey, it could be worse—you could’ve caught me wearing my Animal boxers.”
“They make those in men’s sizes?” Tommy’s eyes opened wide as he came to straddle Mike’s hips once more, his briefs still in place.
Mike chuckled. “You’d be amazed what’s out there.” Time to change the mood around here. He slipped his hands around Tommy’s waist. “My turn,” he said huskily. He rolled Tommy onto his back once more and kissed him while he undid the button on his waistband. Tommy breathed heavily into his mouth when Mike eased his hand into Tommy’s jeans and stroked his hard cock through his briefs. Tommy stared up at him, pupils big and black.
Mike had a harder time pulling off Tommy’s jeans, they were so fucking tight, but Tommy wasn’t laughing at his efforts. He was watching Mike, eyes shining, as Mike removed his boots, socks, and jeans and dropped them to the floor. Mike crawled up Tommy’s body until his face was above Tommy’s crotch. He caught Tommy’s gasp when he pressed his lips to his bulge before moving back to take Tommy’s mouth in a hard kiss.
Mike straddled Tommy’s hips and pulled him upright, Tommy’s arms going around him to hold him as they kissed. Mike stroked the back of his head, Tommy’s hands moving gently all the time. He paused and looked Tommy in the eye. Tommy met his gaze, face flushed but calm. Mike gave a nod and then slowly pushed Tommy to lie down. He pushed at Tommy’s arms until he was kissing one bulging bicep, licking it and feeling Tommy shudder beneath him. Mike kissed his way down to Tommy’s chest, licking and sucking at the nipple that grew taut between his lips.
“Ohh.” Tommy was moving now, hips rolling gently, pushing up against Mike’s crotch.
Mike smiled around the firm little nub and then moved lower, kissing down the furry little trail of hair that disappeared under the waistband of his briefs. Tommy’s breathing hitched when Mike paused, fingers gripping the elastic, before pulling it downward to reveal the base of Tommy’s thick cock, surrounded by reddish hair. He looked back at Tommy and then kissed the silken skin of his dick.
He tugged at the briefs until Tommy’s shaft was freed, wet at the tip.
“Oh shit.” Tommy’s eyes had never been so wide. He held his breath while Mike held his dick steady around the base and slowly, so slowly, drew the firm column of flesh into his mouth.
Chapter Fourteen
TOMMY GASPED as his dick was surrounded by tight heat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Mike, taking all of him into his mouth, as smooth as silk. And the way it felt, Mike’s lips around his cock, the friction incredible. Then Mike was licking the head gently, running his tongue along the shaft before taking just the head into his mouth and tonguing it. And when Mike stroked and pumped the shaft at the same time, Tommy wanted more than anything to thrust his hips and push deeper.
Mike pulled free, his lips shiny, and grinned. “You can move, okay?” He grabbed Tommy’s hands and drew them to his head. “Let me know how good it feels, Tommy.” He lowered his head and slowly licked over Tommy’s balls, his tongue dragging against the soft sac before tracing a line up the contours of his cock, back to the head. He took Tommy deep once more, only this time Tommy held Mike’s head in position while he gently thrust up into his mouth, sliding over his tongue.
Mike moaned around his dick, and Tommy thrust that little bit harder. He didn’t want to go too far—his cock wasn’t exactly small—but he figured Mike would let him know if he did. Tommy closed his eyes and let himself feel. Damn, it was wonderful, sliding again and again into Mike’s hot mouth. The way Mike was sucking that dick with so much enjoyment lit a fire in him.
“Can I taste you too?”
Mike slowly pulled off him and grinned. “I have no problem with that.”
He lay down on his back and spread his legs wide, arms folded under his head. Tommy sat up and took a moment to take in the view. Mike’s chest was wide, his pecs covered in hair that thinned out to a narrow trail from his breastbone down to his navel, where it widened once more. His upper arms and thighs were thick with muscle, giving Tommy an impression of controlled power. Hell, there was muscle everywhere. His belly was taut, hardly an ounce of fat on him.
Tommy ached to touch him, to run his fingers through that body hair, to feel the firm flesh beneath his fingertips. But right then he had something else he desperately wanted to do….
He crawled over the bed to kneel between Mike’s spread thighs, his gaze riveted on those dark blue briefs and the cock that was swelling visibly inside them, its head poking above the waistband. Tommy leaned forward and slowly pulled off Mike’s underwear. His dick curved upward, thick and long, the head wide, skin shiny and taut. A neat patch of hair sat above the base of his cock. Tommy tossed the briefs to one side and bent over to lick the tip tentatively. Mike let out a sigh of pleasure, and Tommy did it again, this time licking down the stony length as he’d seen Mike do. He wasn’t sure how he’d expe
cted a cock to taste, but Mike’s didn’t taste of anything much. There was the faintest smell of citrus, maybe whatever he used when he showered, but beneath that was a warm scent that Tommy really liked. Instinctively he kissed Mike’s balls, earning a happy noise in return.
“Why don’t you get more comfortable?” Mike suggested. “Lie down on your side next to me.”
Tommy complied and lay down, his leg bent, head low over Mike’s groin. His hand around the root, he held Mike’s cock still while he sucked the head into his mouth and tried to take him deeper. His eyes watered, and his throat closed up in an effort not to gag. Tommy coughed and wiped his eyes.
Mike patted his leg. “Stick with taking as much into your mouth as you can. You’ll be able to go deeper with practice, but no one takes a whole dick their first time.” He chuckled. “And besides, I like how your tongue feels on the head. Do that again.”
Eagerly, Tommy licked over the head, and Mike groaned.
“Yeah, just like that.”
Tommy bobbed his head up and down on Mike’s cock, working the shaft as Mike had done.
“Yeah, Tommy. That feels really good.”
Tommy thought his heart would burst, he felt so proud. But then he dropped his head back onto the bed with a loud moan when Mike lifted himself up onto his elbow and sucked Tommy’s dick deep. “Shit, Mike.” He couldn’t concentrate, not while Mike was sucking him like that.
Mike started stroking his hip, leg, back, all the while licking and sucking his cock, sending little tingles all along his spine. Mike paused and ran his hand slowly over Tommy’s ass, squeezing it lightly, caressing it. Then he went back to working Tommy’s dick with his mouth, that hand never losing contact with Tommy’s ass.
Tommy lay there, trying to take in everything that was happening. He was naked, his hand wrapped around an erect cock, while a naked man stroked him and sucked his dick. This is real. This is happening. He was aware of everything: the feel of the comforter, soft against his skin; Mike’s hands, big and strong yet touching him so gently; the feel of Mike’s cock, hard as steel but silk to the touch. Things didn’t get any more real than this.
And then Mike slid his hand into the crease of his ass, fingers rubbing over his hole.
Tommy’s breathing quickened. His pulse raced. Something in his chest was fluttering wildly, and he clenched his ass.
“Hey.” Mike’s voice was soft. Those fingers stilled, and once more Mike stroked his ass, slow and gentle.
Tommy pulled in a couple of deep breaths. “Sorry. Don’t rightly know what happened there.”
Mike smiled. “You probably had an ‘Oh my God, he’s really gonna fuck me’ moment.”
Tommy laughed. That was one way of putting it. He was nervous, distracted, and turned on, all at the same time.
Mike moved until they were lying side by side on the bed, facing each other. He cupped Tommy’s face. “Would it make you feel better if I made a little confession?”
Tommy stared at him, and Mike chuckled.
“Nothing bad, I promise. It’s just—” He leaned forward and kissed Tommy on the mouth. “—I’m not gonna tell you how long I’ve been fucking guys. Just take it from me that it’s a long time, so yeah, I know what I’m doing.”
Some of Tommy’s tension eased at Mike’s words, and he exhaled slowly.
Mike nodded. “But for all that experience?” He stroked Tommy’s cheek. “You’re my first virgin. And that brings with it a bit of pressure, because I want to make this really good for you.”
Tommy stared at him, his stomach roiling. “But you have! I mean… you are… that is….” He sighed. “Mike, so far it’s been really, really good. Honest. It’s just me. I want this, I really do, but I guess my nerves just got the better of me. I—”
Mike stopped his words with a kiss. When he broke it, he smiled. “Tommy? Hush.”
Tommy flushed, aware of Mike staring at his mouth. Mike rubbed his thumb over Tommy’s lower lip. Moving forward, he brought his mouth to Tommy’s and slowly trailed his tongue over that lip before joining them in an intimate, sensual kiss. Tommy lost himself in it. Mike’s mouth was warm, the hand on his cheek gentle. He eased Tommy onto his back once more, their mouths still joined. When he broke the kiss, he looked Tommy in the eye.
“It’s okay. Everyone’s nervous their first time. Everyone’s afraid they’re gonna do something wrong.” He smiled. “And I agree. So far, it’s been really good. But, Tommy?” The smile became a grin. “It’s about to get even better.”
Before Tommy could react, Mike moved swiftly to grab his legs and push them up toward his chest. Tommy caught his breath at the suddenness of Mike’s actions—and then lost the ability to think when Mike bent over and licked across Tommy’s hole.
“Holy shit.” A shudder ran through him when Mike repeated it, slower this time, licking up a line to his balls and then back again. He alternated between licking his ass and sucking little kisses, making all the nerves down there zing into life.
Tommy clutched at the sheets, gripping them tightly. He didn’t swear—had never sworn—but fuck….
Mike circled Tommy’s hole with his tongue before pushing it into a point and pressing it inside him. Oh my goodness…. Tommy trembled, hands fisting the sheets, as Mike pushed his face deep into Tommy’s crease, his beard prickly against his cheeks, and fucked him with his tongue again… and again… and again. A bolt of lightning shot up Tommy’s spine, and he was coming, spunk erupting from his dick all over his chest, leaving him helpless to do anything but lie there and shudder through it all. His chest tightened, and his face grew hot.
Holy crap, I came so freakin’ fast.
Mike lowered his legs and sat up, chest heaving, a big grin all over his face. “Well, I don’t have to ask if you liked that.” He pushed out a long breath. “I need to catch my breath for a sec.” He got off the bed and went into what had to be the bathroom. Tommy lay on the bed, his cheeks burning. He had a good idea what lay behind Mike’s sudden departure.
He must be so disappointed in me.
He heard the sound of running water, and a moment later Mike was back with a warm cloth. “I think a washup is in order before round two, don’t you?” He wiped slowly over Tommy’s belly and chest, removing all traces of come. Then he grinned. “I already washed my face. Figured you might want to kiss a clean face after that.” His eyes sparkled.
Tommy turned away. He couldn’t look at him. Just… couldn’t.
Mike became still. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He cupped Tommy’s chin, turning his head to face him.
Tommy let out a heartfelt sigh. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“What on earth for?” Mike looked genuinely perplexed.
Tommy stared at him. “I came so fast!”
For a moment Mike frowned. Then a smile creased his face. “Oh, Tommy.” He shook his head. “That was the whole idea.” He leaned over him and slowly brought their lips together in a soft kiss. When he finished, he said quietly, “You feel more relaxed, right?” When Tommy nodded, Mike grinned. “And at your age, you’ll be hard again in no time. Now I get to make you come all over again.” He rolled his body on top of Tommy, his face inches away, and rotated his hips, letting Tommy feel his hot, hard cock. “And you still want this, don’t you?”
“Lord, yes,” Tommy moaned softly, pushing up with his hips, his dick already starting to fill. “I want this.”
Mike chuckled. “I guess you do at that.” He pushed a knee between Tommy’s thighs and spread him wide, then dropped his head to Tommy’s shoulder. “But not half as much as I want to be inside you,” he whispered.
“Oh my.” Tommy shuddered. Mike’s words made him light-headed and tingly all over. When he’d fantasized about this, he hadn’t given much thought to who did what. The sheer illicitness of it all had been uppermost in his mind. Now that he was here, Mike’s weight bearing down on him and that hard dick rubbing against his hip, Mike’s words painted a picture in his head that set him on
fire. “I-I want that too.”
Mike pushed up onto his hands and stretched over toward the bedside cabinet. He opened the drawer and took out a bottle and several foil packets. Tommy watched, heat racing through him. Mike dropped the condoms onto the bed and then opened the bottle and squeezed some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers. Then he lay down next to Tommy and leaned over him to kiss him once more, his arm moving under Tommy’s neck to pull him close, on his side.
“Hook your leg over mine,” he whispered.
Tommy obeyed, the movement bringing his body into contact with Mike’s. He could feel the heat that radiated from him. He wrapped his arms around Mike and held on while Mike kissed him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Mike’s lips on his, Mike’s tongue sliding into his mouth. Mike’s hand stroking his ass while he slipped a couple of slick fingers between Tommy’s asscheeks. Tommy swallowed and opened his eyes.
Mike stared into them, nodding. “Have to get you ready for my cock.” He rubbed over Tommy’s hole, pressing one fingertip lightly against the puckered skin. “Oh, you’re hot there.”
Tommy was hot everywhere.
Mike kissed him, sliding his tongue deep into Tommy’s mouth while he gently, so gently sank a single finger into his hole. Tommy let out a low moan into Mike’s mouth. It felt so strange and yet so good at the same time. Mike’s finger stilled inside him, and Tommy breathed deeply, hyperaware of every sensation. After a moment Mike started to move inside him, taking it slowly. He deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue in and out of Tommy, keeping pace with the finger that now stroked slowly in and out of his body.
“Does that feel good?” Mike murmured against his lips as he pushed in a bit deeper. Tommy groaned, the sound swallowed up in Mike’s fervent kiss. Mike moved his lips to Tommy’s neck, nuzzling the skin below his ear and chuckling. “Gonna take that as a yes.”
