My voice was hoarse as I said, “Lower, down your stomach, your hip. I bet you’re wanting to touch your cock so badly right now. I know I am. It’s standing at attention.”
The sound that he made was all arousal. I saw in my mind’s eye, his head thrown back, hip mouth agape, his engorged dick weeping at the head and needing attention.
“Grab it. Tell me how hard you are,” I ordered, needing a drink of water. I didn’t think it could ever quench the thirst I had for him.
“I think…I can hammer…a nail,” he croaked.
“Are you cut?” I blurted, trying to picture him with his cock in his hand.
“No… Are you?”
“Yes.” I squeezed my prick as I conjured a picture of Jake stroking himself to completion, the glans popping in and out of his foreskin. It was a beautiful image. “Start jacking yourself. Long, slow motions. I don’t want you coming too quickly. Want to play a game?”
His words were barely more than a whisper. “What kind of game?”
“Let’s see if we can synchronize our orgasms.” A rush of breath was his only response, and I stroked my cock in long, languorous motions. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him. “Have you ever been deep-throated, baby boy? I’d take your cock all the way down my throat until I kiss your skin. It feels really nice.”
“I-I don’t know if I’m going to last long…”
I grinned like a devil and sped up my strokes. He was younger than me and likely came with the touch of a feather. As much as I wanted to take my time, I had a feeling we both needed release. “It’s okay. Come for me. I want to hear what you sound like when you orgasm.”
He said something indecipherable, a rush of huffing and puffing filling my ear. He said in a gasp, “I’m going to come.”
“Do it for me,” I urged, my own orgasm quickly rising.
I savored the little grunts and groans, the restrained noises coalescing into a shocked gasp that made me smile like the grinch. I wasn’t far behind, my release rocketing out as I nutted all over myself.
“Feel better?” I murmured.
He offered me a soft reply then seemed to have fallen asleep.
I listened to his steady breathing for a few minutes before hanging up, feeling on top of the world. Small steps, but big bounds. I made a promise that I was going to rock his world even if it took a long time.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JAKE
I caught my reflection in the foggy mirror. I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt so good that it was hard to hold back. The brightness in my eyes was nice and the little thrill shooting through my system let me know I wasn’t hopeless. I actually liked the person staring back at me.
In nothing but a towel around my hips, I peeked into the hallway. When I was sure no one was around, I rushed to my apartment and locked the door behind me. I hated taking showers in the community bathroom, but at least the water was warm. And after last night, I needed a good scrubbing.
As the memory of Gabriel talking me into an intense orgasm rose, I closed my eyes. It had been heart-pounding at first, but as he’d promised, he had a wicked tongue. Before long, I didn’t care about anything but coming. And the sounds he’d made as he’d climaxed?Wild. Feral.I’d held back most of my reactions out of modesty. How would I ever survive actual sex with him? Afterward, I’d fallen asleep with the phone pressed to my ear, the remains of the orgasm drying on my skin. I’d never felt so comfortable with another person before.
I set my bottle of shampoo and bar of soap by the kitchen sink, my mind a haze of lust. I wanted to do it again. Tonight maybe. For the first time in an awfully long while, I felt like a sexual being.
I found myself in front of my dresser and rifled around for my underwear. My fingers slid across the lace, and I swallowed a lump. The stark pink of the garment jumped out at me, the floral lacework both nice to look at and touch. Heat rushed to my head, clouding my vision. It had been months since I’d worn thewomen’s panties. I wondered how—if ever—I could tell Gabriel about my dirty secret.
My heart hammering, I grabbed a pair of boxers and closed the drawer, putting the panties out of my mind. I needed to get my head straight. Today was trick-or-treating day with the kids and I did not need to be thinking about lingerie. I went through the rounds of grooming and found myself smiling again. Life suddenly looked brighter. I threw on the pair of jogging pants I purposely destroyed and a ketchup-stained sweater over a long sleeve T-shirt. I did a final check to make sure I had everything and headed over to Maria’s apartment.
She was already gone for work and the kids were at the kitchen table, getting ready. Jazmine was adorable in her pink princess costume and Manny was rocking the homemade robot get-up created from foil-covered cardboard boxes.
As soon as Manny spotted me, his face lit up. “Hurry up, Jake!”
I laughed as he took me by his hand and led me over to a chair. It was nice seeing the kids so happy. I knew all too well how miserable life could be living in poverty.
As they painted gore on my face, I wished I’d had someone to take me trick-or-treating when I was young. It hadn’t occurred to me before that this was my first-time collecting candy properly. As a kid, I’d been stuck inside a ramshackle apartment with dirty clothes, waiting for Mom to come home so I could eat the scraps of food she brought back with her. Candy had been a luxury provided through a five-finger-discount and Aunt Gracie.
We left the housing complex at a quarter after noon, Jaz and Manny’s voices lifting my spirit.Today is all good thoughts.
