“Hold still,” I told him because he was big— choking and puking on a partner would not be sexy. Then I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and went deeper, tightening my lips, bobbing up and down, and trying to use my tongue. I’d made a big deal about my experience, but any memory of those women’s special tricks and talents had flown right out of my head. I sucked Lee simply and hungrily, letting my spit run down to slick the movement of my hand around his shaft.
He pulsed in my mouth, the flavor getting sharper, more bitter. Then he tugged at my hair. “Off. Now.”
Stubbornly, I kept up my motions, until he grunted and bucked his hips, choking me as he spurted into my mouth. I coughed and jerked my head up, pumping my hand faster to keep from abandoning him. His spunk welled between my fingers and spattered onto his abdomen, milky drops caught in his curls. I would never in my life forget the sight of Lee with his eyes half closed, his mouth open, and a flush mottling his throat and cheeks as he came in my hand.
When his shudders wound down to a lax sprawl and his dick began softening, I let go. He stared up at me, his pupils blown wide in the moss-green of his eyes.
“Good?’ I said, suddenly self-conscious.
Lee started laughing, his eyes bright.
“What’s funny?” I asked, a little stung. It was a good sign when a woman laughed during sex, but not so much afterward.
“Me. I’m funny.” Lee caught my hand and brought it to his mouth, licking my fingers. I was hypnotized by the movements of his tongue as he cleaned me, swirling around and between my fingers.
My dick, already aching, turned to heated steel.
Lee said, “I thought for the last twenty-five years that the peak of my life would be a drunken moment kneeling at your feet, before it all came crashing down. Now, here you are, and I had no idea what peak meant.”
“Well,” I said, steadying my voice when it shook. “Maybe you can share this discovery with the class.”
Lee blinked, then pushed himself up off the bed and brought his mouth to mine. I kissed him, and the taste of him flavored both our tongues.A flicker of memory— the taste of spunk passed between us.I should have remembered long ago.
He cupped my cheek in one hot palm. “Will you let me do that to you? Show you how good you made me feel?”
“Let?” I gestured down to where my cockhead was straining high from my foreskin. “I’d beg you.”
Lee laughed again, bright and joyful, and then wrestled me so suddenly I had no time to react before I was flat on my back. “I’ve been waiting forever for this,” Lee told me. I grabbed him and hauled him down on top of me. “Kiss me first,” I said. So strange, when my balls were ready to explode, that what I needed first and most was his mouth on mine.
Chapter 7
Lee
I had a dream like this once.A hundred times, if I was honest. Micah Crue under me, laughing up at me, kissing me like he wanted to. If I hadn’t just climaxed like a volcano—in Micah’s mouth— the feel of his wiry, hard body under mine would’ve made me rock hard.
I’d been worried at first that I’d mess up, or touching me wouldn’t feel good for Micah, or he’d get uncomfortable with how very homo this all was. Now, after Micah had been the brave one, all I wanted was to give him the same pleasure.
I kissed him, tasting my seed in his mouth, then slid down his lanky body, nipping at the expanse of smooth brown skin across his hard chest and flat stomach. I was a lot hairier, but the thinfuzz between his nipples and the narrow trail leading downward were perfectly male. Perfectly perfect.
His cock stood up against his stomach, curved a little to the left, the smooth, purple-red head thrusting up from his foreskin. I’d seen cut dicks in the Army, but I loved the way Micah’s looked and I had more confidence handling an intact dick like my own. I cupped my hand over the head and pressed down, keeping my fist too closed to push through, increasing the pressure. Then I suddenly spread my fingers just enough for him to thrust through the tight circle.
Micah groaned deep in his throat as he bucked up into my hand. “Do that a few more times and you won’t get to taste me.”
I stopped with my fingers clasped snugly around his base, raised his cock head straight up, bent, and sucked him down deep. He was a lot to handle, between my lips, filling my mouth, bumping the back of my throat. I didn’t remember that gagging sensation from last time. Maybe I’d been numbed by the whiskey. And yet, I didn’t really mind. I had his taste on my tongue and his musky scent in my nose, his deep grunts in my ears and his skin under my hands. Some gagging was a tiny price to pay.
Perhaps I even liked that there was a price. That giving him this wasn’t a hundred percent easy.
I slurped up off him and went down again. Micah gasped harshly and grabbed my hair. “Yeah, that!” Then with a “Sorry,” he loosened his fingers, and I missed the pull.
Letting him slip from between my lips, I said, “You can. Pull my hair, I mean. I like it.”
“Oh. Oh!” He tightened his grip. “Gonna blow me till I come, Lee?”
Words were irrelevant. I bent to my task. The tug of his fingers against my scalp grounded me. He overwhelmed my senses. I sucked and plunged, challenging myself, taking himdeeper each time, gagging and trying again on my next breath. I lived for the gasps and groans I could draw from him. His fat cock head filled my throat, and my spit ran down his length.
“Coming!” He tugged hard on my hair but I inhaled a breath through my nose and sucked him deeper.
“Lee. God. Jesus!” Micah’s spend filled my mouth, the salt-bitter essence of him a reward I swallowed greedily, the taste an echo of what I’d missed for so long. He arched beneath me, every muscle drawn tight, his neck bowed. When I squinted my gaze upward, a red flush mottled his cheeks and turned his skin ruddy copper all the way down to his tight nipples. His wide eyes glowed gold amid the gray, and his mouth hung open.
