Page 56 of Unrequited Sloth

Bobby shook his head. “With anyone. I . . . I want to . . . fuck. Why is this so hard? I usually have game.”

Gabriel chuckled. “It’s okay. I think I know what you were going to say.”

Gabriel was right in his personal space now, and Bobby’s dick was so hard he was surprised he hadn’t passed out from a shortage of blood getting to his brain. He certainly couldn’t think straight. Part of him wanted to see what Gabriel was going to say. Bobby liked this confident side of him. The other part of Bobby wanted to pounce.

“What was I going to say?” asked Bobby, his voice cracking at the end.

“You either want to take me out for dinner, or to bed.”

“Do I have to choose?”

Gabriel looked at Bobby’s mouth and back into his eyes, and that was all it took. Bobby gripped Gabriel’s head with both hands and slammed their lips together. He wasted no time pushing his tongue inside Gabriel’s warm mouth. Fuck! This man knew how to kiss. The stubble was a new sensation, but his lips were still plump and soft. Bobby pulled Gabriel towards him by the waist and felt his hard cock press against his thigh. That thing was a monster, but the sensation of another man’s cock pressed against his own did not freak him out. Bobby wanted him, but they needed to slow down. He wasn’t just going to jump into bed with Gabriel. First, he didn’t have a clue what he was doing with a guy, so would need to do some research, and second, he wanted Gabriel to understand that this wasn’t some experiment.

The problem was, this kiss was so good, and their cocks rubbing together was turning him on so much that all logical thought evaporated out of his brain. He gripped Gabriel’s hips and manoeuvred him backwards until he hit the wall, and then caged him in with his hands, deepening the kiss. Bobby loved kissing. It was one of his favourite things. He loved slow, tender kisses, which didn’t lead anywhere but felt incredibly intimate, but he also loved it like this, all consuming and passionate. Bobby felt Gabriel’s hand grip his cock, and he couldn’t help but gasp and jerk backwards.

“Shit, did I push things too far?” asked Gabriel, with a look of guilt on his face.

“No, nothing like that. It’s just . . . I want to take you out on a date first.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened before tearing up. Bobby rushed forward and cupped his face in his hands.

“Don’t cry, please. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just don’t want you to think I’m only after a bit of fun. I don’t really understand all my feelings yet, but I know I want to try . . . with you, if you’d like that as well.”

“Is this really happening, or am I dreaming?”

“You just had your hand on my dick. It didn’t feel like a dream to me.”

“How are you okay with this?”

“I’m freaking out in my head.”

“Oh.”

“Not about you, just trying to understand why now. I’ve never felt this way about another guy before. I’d have thought if I was bi, then I would have known by now. Maybe it’s just you.”

Gabriel teared up again, so Bobby kissed away his tears. He had such beautiful, kind eyes, and he couldn’t resist those lips again. He moaned into Gabriel’s mouth as their tongues met. Unable to stop himself, he thrust up against Gabriel. Fuck! He’d never wanted someone so badly, but he didn’t want to mess this up, and he knew Gabriel usually only slept with guys on the first date if there was no chance of it going anywhere. That’s not what he wanted, but right now, his body was in control, or it was until Gabriel spun them around and Bobby’s back was against the wall. He felt Gabriel palm his cock again, and he was so hard it wouldn’t take much for him to blow. What he wasn’t expecting was for Gabriel to drop to his knees and glance up at Bobby, a look in his eyes that made it clear what his intentions were. Bobby couldn’t nod his head quickly enough.

Gabriel made quick work of unbuckling his belt and yanking his pants down, boxers and all. His cock sprang free, and Gabriel looked at it as if it were his favourite thing to eat, which might be true. He couldn’t help but chuckle, which caused Gabriel to look at him questioningly.

“You look like it’s your favourite meal.”

Gabriel smiled. “It’s just another part of you that’s perfect.”

Before he could argue that he was anything but perfect, Gabriel had swallowed him down to the hilt. There was no slow buildup. His entire cock was down Gabriel Mensah’s throat, and it felt fucking incredible. Bobby didn’t have a massive cock like Gabriel, but it was a solid seven inches. He’d measured it from different angles, and that was the average, but he also had a six-inch girth, and seeing Gabriel’s mouth stretched around his cock was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

As Gabriel worked his shaft, bobbing up and down, making filthy slurping noises, and using his tongue to caress the veins in his dick and the sensitive head, Bobby could already feel his legs trembling. He’d never had a blow job so good in his life. Gabriel gripped Bobby’s thighs and pulled him forward, making it clear he wanted him to fuck his throat. He thrust forward, eliciting a moan from Gabriel, which encouraged him to keep going. Bobby gripped Gabriel’s face and fucked into the wet warmth of his mouth. Gabriel’s hums of pleasure encouraged him to go harder and deeper. He was close, but he could hold back longer. Bobby didn’t want this to end, but his balls tightened, so he went to pull away. Gabriel stopped him. He looked Bobby in the eyes, and the message was clear. The thought of coming down Gabriel’s throat was enough to push him over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouted as he thrust forward and unloaded his balls.

He hadn’t cum in over a week so there was a lot in there, but Gabriel took it all. Bobby could feel the sensation of him swallowing it all down. Why was that so hot? He’d never cum in someone’s mouth before. He knew some women were into it, but none of the ones he’d been with were. His softening cock slipped out of Gabriel’s mouth, and the guy stood up and looked at him.

“Are you freaking out?”

He shook his head. “No. That was fucking . . . that was . . . I can’t even speak. Was it good for you as well?”

Gabriel chuckled. “I came in my pants, and I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.”

“You came without touching yourself?”