“Oh,” he laughed. “I’ve never tried it. It’s the first time I’ve cum from a blowjob.”
Derek leaned forward and kissed him gently. “Happy to be your first. Anything else you’ve always wanted to do?”
Kieran blushed.
“Well, now you have to tell me.”
“It’s not something we can do anyway.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
“It involves not using condoms.”
“Keep going.”
“But . . .”
“You’re undetectable, aren’t you?”
Kieran nodded.
“So, keep going.”
“I saw it in porn.”
Derek raised an eyebrow. He liked this bashful side of Kieran. It wasn’t the self-loathing—which was something hewould support Kieran in overcoming—it was cute embarrassment.
“Well, the top used the bottom’s cum as lube,” he said, then closed his eyes.
“Look at me, Kieran.”
He shook his head, so Derek took hold of his chin and kissed him deeply. Kieran moaned into the kiss. They kissed for a while, and Kieran ground up against Derek. He was getting hard again.
“I want to see you,” said Kieran.
“Open your eyes, then.”
“No, I want to see . . . everything . . . please.”
He hadn’t felt such an intense connection with anyone for a long time, and he would not deny the man when he’d asked so nicely. He stood up and pulled his polo shirt off first.
Kieran looked him up and down and licked his lips. He kept in reasonable shape, but he also loved his food, so he knew he had a belly. It didn’t seem to bother Kieran, though.
“Would you let me tattoo you?”
“I’d love you to do something for me. I came in for that consultation, remember?”
Kieran snorted. “And I told you to fuck off.”
Derek chuckled as he pulled his jeans and briefs down in one go. He felt relief when the air hit his painfully hard cock.
“Fuck me!” said Kieran.
“You’ll have to wait for that. I have something else in mind first.”
“Can I touch it?” asked Kieran, in awe.
Derek had always been happy with his cock. It was a solid eight inches, with a nice girth, but he’d also been told it was one of those cocks you couldn’t stop looking at. Based on Kieran’s expression, it looked like he had another fan.
