When his hand reached up to cup my balls and massaging them, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips started thrusting hard, my climax nearing, spurred on by the needy moans Tristan was making.
I’d had blow jobs before—three to be exact—all by women who were too delicate. Too soft with me. Tristan was different. He took each rough thrust I gave him, matching me with the intensity of his sucking.
My balls tightened under his skillful fingers, and Ijustabout managed to grit out a warning.“I’m going to come, Bug.”
Instead of pulling back, he sucked harder, pushing me over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me, come firing into his mouth. Slurps filled the kitchen as Tristan continued to suck, draining me of every last drop of my release, which he swallowed greedily.
When there was nothing left to give, he popped off my cock and got to his feet. The sight of him with saliva and my come around his mouth and trickling onto his chin, almost had me coming a second time.
He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, his brown eyes burning brightly.“Better?”
A relieved smile spread over my lips, matching his.“Much better. Thank you.”
“Good. Maybe you can help me out now.”
He unbuttoned his cargo pants, slipping them down to free his cockthatstood proudly to attention. The voice in my head chosethatmoment to start whispering, asking me why I was so fucked up and telling me I was disgusting for wanting to taste Tristan.
I looked away from him, shame coursing through me.“I don’t suck cock.”
“I bet you don’t fuck guys, either?”My head whipped back to him, finding him with his head tilted to one side.“What are you afraid of, Ben?”he asked, his tone softer.
I glowered at him for a tense second before dropping my gaze. He was right. I was afraid. Afraidthatif anyone found out about this, I’d be ridiculed once again. Afraidthatif Tristan didn’t enjoy it, he’d abandon me.
His fingers gently gripped my chin, lifting my head. All trace of amusement was gone from his face, replaced with kindness.“Hey. There’s no pressure here. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but don’t hold back because you’re scared of what people might think if they found out about this.”
My brows furrowed.“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”
“I don’t particularly want to talk about my ex while I’m standing here with my cock out, but…”he paused, taking a deep breath.“He never accepted his sexuality, and he’d get the same look in his eyes as youjustdid. I asked him about it once, and he saidthathe was scared of his dad finding out ‘cos his dad thought gay men were disgusting.”
“I wish I didn’t care what people thought,”I replied candidly.
Tristan cupped my face, stroking a hand down my cheek.“Maybe you need to explore why you care.”
I already knew why, and I found myself wanting to tell him about my past, but before I could, he started to pull his pants up. My hand snapped out to stop him.“Wait. I…I want to.”
“There’s no pressure-”
“I know. But I want to, Bug. Ireallywant to.”
A flash of uncertainty lit up his eyes, but not giving him a chance to refuse me, I slid my thumbs into his waistbands, freeing his cock again. He wasn’t as hard now, so wrapping my hand around him, I kept my eyes on him as I moved my hand up and down, feeling him swell in my grasp.
His breath started to come harder, and I finally let my gaze drop to his cock, his tip glistening. My mouth watered, and any doubt I might have had went out the window. Fuck what people thought. I wanted to taste Tristan more than I wanted my next breath.
I began to lower myself, only to stop when Tristan laid a hand on my shoulder.“If you don’t like it, stop at any time. I promise it’s okay.”
Grateful, I nodded before continuing to lower to my knees. When I was eye level with his cock, I hesitated for a second, looking up at him from under my lashes.“You’ve probablyfiguredthatI’ve never sucked a cock before, so you need to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”
Tristan stroked my cheek again.“Justdo what feels good for you, baby. I know I’m going to enjoy this.”
The encouragement twinkling in his gaze spurred me on. I gripped his shaft in my hand, and doing as he’d done to me, I ran my tongue over his crown. A burst of salt hit my taste buds, and I groaned.
Fuck, he tasted good.
Trying to remember his movements, I closed my mouth around him, sliding his cock to the back of my throat. But I went too far, and I couldn’t help but gag. Tristan’s cock was maybe an inch shorter than mine, and I marveled at how he’d been able to take all of me without gagging.
As if answering my unspoken question, his voice floated down to me.“Relax your throat and go slow. It’ll help you not to gag.”I followed his instruction, and when I took him a little further, he hissed.“Oh, fuck, that’s it, baby.”
Knowingthathe liked what I was doing, I started moving my head backward and forward, sucking hard and taking him as far as I could before pulling back again. My hands gripped his muscular thighs, and heavy pants fell from Tristan as I found my rhythm. When I looked up, it was to find his head tipped back, his eyes screwed shut as if it was taking all his effort to hold back.
