Gay For You, page 6
No, I needed to know.
We were kissing heavily and grinding into each other, pressing our bodies so close that I thought I would merge with him.
All thoughts of gay or straight or women or men went out the window at this point. I just wanted him; I wanted the person in front of me. If that made me gay or whatever I no longer gave a fuck.
Both of us were erect; I could feel his impressively huge member pressing against his pants, begging to be released.
I pressed my pelvis against his, so that our cocks were rubbing against one another. They grazed each other on the sensitive undersides, sending shivers up my spine.
Sam let a moan escape as he began to breath heavily, still pressing his lips against mine and tasting me. There was only the sound of our moans and a magnetism in the air, the buzzing pressing in on my ears. I began to caress his body, and his huge hands began to move up and down mine.
Then he pulled his face away from me, and I leaned forward begging for more, needing that kiss for complete sustenance. I was starving without it.
“Get on the couch.” He commanded.
I was taken aback for a moment, unaccustomed to being bossed around like this. But I couldn’t deny that I liked it; I liked it a lot.
“I said, get on the couch.” He growled, his eyes full of command.
I leaned forward to kiss him again, but he pulled away. It was clear that the only way I could keep this… deliciousness going was to do what he said.
“Okay,” I said, and turned to go get on the couch.
But he stopped me, grabbing my arm, spinning me back around to face him and then held a commanding finger in my face like a disciplinarian.
“When you speak to me this way, you will not say ‘okay.’ You will say, “Yes, sir, you hear?”
I nodded and turned to go to the couch, but he held me steady.
“And one more thing,” He continued, “Anything you don’t like, anything that goes too far in any way, you tell me.” He smiled a little, asking for a response with his eyes.
This was getting me hot. I felt another pulse squeeze into my already hard cock.
“Yes sir.” I breathed.
I had heard about people having sex like this, and seen some of this kind of stuff on Pornhub, but this seemed different. This seemed better; more intimate. Sam clearly knew what he was doing— he was obviously quite experienced.
I felt strong. I felt validated. And most of all, I felt powerful. All emotional needs that I didn’t realized I’d been fucking starving for.
I was so excited to see what physical needs I’d been neglecting that Sam could satisfy…
“You are so fucking beautiful,” He uttered as he kissed me again. We were standing next to the couch. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, forcing me to bear my neck. And his mouth was on it, sending a trail of kisses from my ear down to my collarbone.
I moaned; I couldn’t help it. It felt electric. Nothing I hadn’t done before, but for some reason this time, with Sam, it felt like there was lighting in my body. There was something so different and right about this…
“Now get down on the couch.” He commanded, his eyes hard as steel.
“Yes sir.” I relented.
10
Sam
“Good boy.” I praised, and pushed him onto the ornamental chaise sofa. I kissed him up and down his beautiful abs, which were clenching and trembling under his skin at my touch.
“Mmmm…” He moaned, his eyes rolling back.
I made sure to trail my kisses all the way down to his hip bones, and lightly brushed the hip bone with them. I felt him jerk around under me.
“Sensitive?” I looked up into his eyes and teased.
“Yeah… that’s a bit…”
I abruptly stopped and looked him in the face.
“What do you address me as?” I asked sternly, holding his pleasure hostage.
“S-sir…” He choked out.
“That’s a good boy.” I said, then continued my kissing on his abdomen. I paused and unbuttoned my vest. Then the button-down shirt underneath, revealing my naked torso.
He looked me over and bit his lip.
For a fraction of a second, I was unsure of what he thought of me.
“You are so fucking… hot!” He said.
The praise lit me up and fueled me. I hadn’t been complimented in… I couldn’t remember how long.
“Okay I’m going to do something that you’ve probably never done before.” I warned him.
His eyes wide and glassy and vulnerable, looking up at me from the couch. God, the way he looked at me like that got my cock raging hard. He looked like he would do anything for me.
“Oh? What’s that?” He asked, his voice all innocent. But he was peeking down at the outline of his own hardness poking out of the thin fabric of his black boxer-briefs.
“I’m going to take you into my mouth.” I said, “And you’re going to like it.”
He looked a little apprehensive.
“I’ve never had a man do that to me before.” He admitted, unsure.
I continued my trail of kisses down his cut torso. I got to the spot where the muscles under his skin formed that sexy “v.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I teased gently, looking up into his eyes.
He looked down at me, his blue-gray eyes full of want, of lust. “No,” He gasped.
I continued my trail of kisses down his stomach, noting that he was completely hairless. I teased the area right above where his boxer briefs came up, kissing and nipping at it, and blowing cold air on it.
I could feel his body writhing and shuddering beneath me as his cock swelled.
Then I went to town. I pulled down the waistband of his boxer-briefs, parting the thin fabric from his warm flesh. I looked up and saw his chest heaving with anticipation, and he was watching with complete need in his eyes.
I could keep him here, on the cusp of pleasure for it as long as I wanted; he was completely under my control. Now that I knew he needed this, this release, I could make him beg for it.
I peeled down his boxer briefs, revealing his impressive, swollen, veiny member.
“Wow,” I breathed, looking at it. “You’ve got quite a weapon here.”
Then I moved my head down over it and let my lips graze it as he moaned.
I looked up at him. He was completely out of control; moaning, needing it. Needing some relief from being all riled up like this.
“Beg for it.” I directed.
He looked down at his dick, and my head above it. I made eye contact with him, holding his gaze as I stuck my tongue out and began to tease the tip. Only tiny little licks though; only enough to rile him up even more.
“I need it!” He moaned, trying to lift his pelvis towards my face.
“Uh-uh.” I denied, teasing, pulling my face back so that he couldn’t reach me. “You didn’t say it right.”
He brought his hips back down onto the couch, panting, needing. Then he realized what he’d done wrong.
“Please suck my cock, sir,” He corrected himself.
“That’s a good boy.” I replied, then took him into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth all the way open to fit the swollen head of his member inside.
He jerked and moaned beneath me, enjoying the pleasure.
I let my tongue go to work. Swiveling it around the head in tight circles, I started my work around the shaft and slithered it along the underside.
I could feel my own cock rock hard and began to stroke myself. This was just too hot. Even now when we’d barely gotten started, I felt myself already close to the edge. Never before had I had someone so beautiful under my command, vulnerable and open, ready to receive all the pleasure I was going to give him.
I took him in and out of my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. Then I began to deep throat, gagging but still going at it.
“Ohh….” He moaned, writhing beneath me. I knew he was getting close.
I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, up and down, faster and faster and faster.
“Oh, oh!” He moaned, his body writhing and bucking underneath me.
Then I relented off his dick for a moment, still stroking myself, and I moved my mouth gently down the slimy member to his balls. Those I touched with my mouth lightly, licking them, and pulling gently at the sensitive skin that connected his dick and balls.
“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me come!” He whimpered, biting his lip and clawing at the fabric of the chaise.
Then I took his head into my mouth again, going faster and faster and faster!
I was getting so hot off this. I was harder than I’d ever been before, feeling my swollen cock in my hand, and using lube to jerk myself off as I pressed my head up and down over his dick. Faster and faster, I knew he was close to the edge. I certainly was.
Then –
“Oh!” He moaned, his cries echoing through my studio as his body bucked and writhed beneath me.
I felt his release spray into the back of my throat. I loved feeling his dick tremble and twitch in me there, as he spurted his spunk. The salty yet sweet taste satisfied some kind of primal urge within me.
I waited until he was finished, and his dick had finished releasing into me, pouring his seed into my mouth. I took my mouth off of his dick, holding his come inside, then swallowed it.
His body was trembling from an earth-shattering orgasm, and seeing him get pleasure out of that, out of what I did to him, sent me over the edge too.
I was jerking myself faster and faster and faster, and then all of a sudden I felt my body release. My dick erupted, spewing out spurts of pearly white come onto the wood floor beneath the couch as the satisfaction percolated through my body. I looked up and rolled my eyes back as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
Breathing heavily through my nose, I tried to regain control of my body. But dear lord, I’d never been rocked by an orgasm that utterly divine in my life.
I pulled my boxers up over my dick and climbed onto the couch next to him, holding him in my arms.
Both of us were shaking, enjoying our release together.
“How was that for you?” I asked, kissing his temple.
“It was… It was…” He trailed off, unable to even put words together into a coherent thought.
For a moment I was filled with doubt; what if regretted it? What if he decided never to see me again? I couldn’t let that happen… I’d – I’d—
“It was amazing!” He moaned, and snuggled into me, burying his nose into my chest as I held him.
I chuckled. “Glad to hear it.” And for the first time in a very, very long time, a genuine smile spread across my face.
After a few moments passed in blissful silence, I asked, “Shower?”
“Er… yeah,” he chuckled as he looked down at his saliva-dried dick glued to his stomach.
“Alright.” I said, getting up off the couch, feeling lighter than air on a cloud of bliss. I walked over to my master bathroom and turned on the shower. Thinking only of Evan’s comfort, I opened the towel cabinet and retrieved a fluffy white towel and washcloth, and found a spare toothbrush. From there, I assembled a kit that he would use; I wanted to be hospitable, after all. I went back into the studio to see him, still sitting on that couch, looking all sexy with his hair fucked up.
“You know, I just took a shower after practice, but you’ve gotten me so dirty I need to take another.” He said.
I felt apprehensive for a moment, not sure if he was joking.
“Kidding,” he confirmed, then planted a kiss on my lips.
I smiled. “There’s a towel and washcloth in there for you, and a toothbrush in case you want to use it.”
He looked back at me, puzzled. “You’re not coming with?”
My heart swelled with happiness. That meant that I wasn’t the only one that wanted more of whatever just happened.
I wanted more of Evan – and it wasn’t just his body. It was all of him.
We hopped in the shower and I got to see the soapy suds cruise and flow down the contours of his ripped chest.
“You know I still have to draw you,” I reminded him, “like, literally a thousand times.”
“How do you want to draw me?” He asked, curious.
“I need to capture you at your most authentic.” I said, revealing my inner thoughts, “And the way you looked just now on the couch… it was probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I need to make you look like that as many times as possible.”
“Oh—oh!” He realized, blushing.
11
Evan
My mind was still reeling from that mind-blowing orgasm.
What was happening to me? I wasn’t… gay… or was I? I’d never felt a connection with any of my previous lovers, all of which had been women. But what had just happened with Sam made me feel so… so… connected. Emotionally, and physically.
The last person I’d been with, the sex had been good, but then again, sex was never really bad. It had just felt one-dimensional. Nothing about it had made me want to tear all of her clothes off and dive into that body, like this feeling I got with Sam.
It was as if, all my life, I had been living with a barrier between me in the world made of wax. And something about Sam made that melt away, and allowed me to see, to touch, to hear and feel clearly.
This felt good. This felt right.
As we took the shower together, I moved my hands up and down Sam’s perfect linebacker body. Though in the back of my mind I could feel some questions swirling beneath the surface, all I needed was this. This moment, right here, right now. This private moment where I could be… where I could just be.
This was me. There was something so right about being here with this person, and not having to put on a show for anyone else.
Though I still thought Sam was full of himself, I could sense that there were a few layers underneath. Despite what I thought I knew about him, I trusted him. At least enough to not tell anyone about this until I figured out what the hell was going on with me.
“Actually, I need a break from the studio,” I said. “Can we do something else?”
“Yes, of course,” He said.
I could tell he was nervous.
“How about some coffee?” He asked as he bustled around his huge sleek kitchen.
“Coffee sounds wonderful,” I said. After an intense workout, plus that mind-blowing blowjob, I was spent. Nothing sounded better than to get some of that warm, magical bean juice that made everything better.
Sam reached up into one of his cabinets and got out a green package. “This is from Costa Rica. Sound good?”
“Sounds great!” I replied, “Have you ever been to Costa Rica?” I asked, needing to know anything and everything about this man.
“Once.” He said, and a shadow of sadness crossed his face.
I made a mental note to figure out what that meant. But for now, this beautiful stranger was sharing his space with me, and I had to be respectful of any territory in his mind that was off-limits.
“When did you go there?” I asked, tiptoeing around it.
He began heating up the coffee machine, and pulled out two hearty-looking mugs from a different cabinet. “About two years ago.”
“Oh? So that coffee is two years old?” I teased.
His eyebrows came together, then he relaxed. “No, of course not. I just tried this kind of coffee there, and fell in love with it, and I’ve been unable to stop ordering it since.” He said, flashing a smile of bright white teeth at me.
I melted as I nodded.
“What was Costa Rica like?” I asked, as a last-ditch effort to tease out the meaning of the shadow that had crossed over his face.
I had to know what it meant. I had to know everything about this man.
“It was… a different world.” He muttered, a tight smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as the coffee machine whirred.
He continued, “I went there with someone, to close a business deal.” He offered, and I was on the edge of my seat, hungry for any scraps of information about Sam.
“A business deal?” I asked, curious, “About what?”
He chuckled, a low, hearty sound that filled the kitchen with warmth.
“Evan… do you even know what I do for a living?” He asked, raising a beautiful, sculpted eyebrow at me.
“Um… no.” I admitted. Truly, I’d wondered about it, but I wasn’t sure how to ask. I just assumed that if he had a house like this near downtown Ann Arbor, and he was an art student, he must be a drug dealer or something.
“I had an e-commerce business a while back; I started it with a partner,” He began, his eyebrows coming together again.
By the way he said “partner,” I couldn’t tell if he meant a romantic partner or a bona fide business partner.
He noticed my puzzlement, and explained. “My parents pushed me to get a business degree, so I went to the best business school I could. Even though I really wanted to become an artist, the pressure to make something of myself was too heavy. And the way that my parents put it, they wanted me to do art as a hobby, because they didn’t think I would make it.” He explained.
This was the most I’d ever heard this guy talk. I had one elbow on the counter, resting my head on it, hungry to know more.
“When I was in college, I met my… business partner.” He mumbled, lost in thought. It was at that point that I knew he was talking about his ex.
“We started an online business, and it took off faster than I’d ever thought possible.” He said. “A few years later, we sold the business. But at that point we had… creative differences that drove us apart. We made great business partners, but we had different ways of seeing things.”
He paused, the silence hanging in the room.
“Costa Rica was a last-ditch effort to make it work.”
He finished speaking and the coffee at the same time. He plopped one of the hearty mugs filled with the steaming dark liquid in front of me.
