Chapter 5
Beau
The more I learned about Gordon, I wanted to jump his bones. My cock was already so erect that there was no doubt in my mind what I wanted from him. His mouth on the head of my cock, his lips smoothing up and down my length. It took a whole lot out of me not to press when I saw how nervous he was. He was almost shaking, and the last thing I wanted was to have him out of my apartment the same way he came. I wanted the chance to at least satisfy some of his curiosity.
Somewhere deep inside, I also acknowledged that I just wanted to be his first. When he thought of his first memory with a man, I wanted him to remember me. He wasn’t the only one scared by a long stretch. I was a bundle of nerves, as old insecurities surfaced. What if I wasn’t enough? What if I damaged him like the way I was?
Not if I can do anything about it.
I took hold of his hand and brought it to my lips to press a kiss. “Let’s go to bed.” His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, and I rushed to assure him. “Just to lie together and maybe kiss a little then we’ll see where things lead. Nothing you don’t want to do, Gordon. I’m serious about that. I want you to enjoy this as much as I enjoy it and if it stops being fun for you, then it’s not fun for me.”
He scoffed. “This is sex. Not fun.”
“Who says it can’t be both?”
By the way he frowned, he was contemplating my words as I tugged him toward my bedroom. At least he didn’t resist even though I knew he wanted to. We entered my bedroom, and I released his hand to close the door behind us. I moved toward the bed to pull down the covers.
“Get comfortable.” From the bedside table, I swept the tube of lube I’d taken out on my trip to the bathroom and hid it in the drawer. No sense freaking him out any further. I had an idea how tonight would turn out, and no penetrative sex would be involved. He was not ready for that kind of intimacy yet. I glanced behind me to see him still standing there, staring at the bed, looking unsure of himself. That a grown man like him could be so innocent to all this won him a soft spot in my heart.
“Need some help?” I asked, walking over to him. “We’re going to get in bed and cuddle a little. You’d feel much more comfortable if you were to get out of those jeans and take off your shoes.”
“Okay.”
I turned my back to him to give him some privacy and did the same. I pushed the sweatpants off my lean hips, revealing my gray boxers beneath. I grasped the hem of my shirt and removed it as well. I concentrated on folding both neatly to give him more time to change. I moved towards the chair next to the closet and placed my clothes on them. I peeked at him, and my heart skipped a beat. My cock throbbed reminding me of how much I wanted him. This time, however, I was willing to wait until after we satisfied him. Tonight was all about Gordon.
When he was finished undressing, he stood in the middle of the room, looking like he just stepped off the cover of a stud magazine. He was as hard all over as I’d thought. While I was in no way shabby, his chest was everything to envy. Muscles and abs for days. I dropped my gaze to the imprint of his cock through the material of his black boxer briefs. He was hard and poking at the front with a hint of a curve. My mouth watered as I took in the girth he packed. Gordon was hung.
“You look so damn good,” I said, walking over to him. I took the clothes from him. “Go, get in bed.”
He didn’t move at first, but as I turned to fold his clothes along with mine, I saw him walk toward the bed. I smiled, placed his clothes on top of mine and decided I liked looking at them like this. I scowled. At the rate of which I was thinking, I'd be shacking up with the guy the way I had done with Ian, way too soon.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, and I startled because I didn’t intent for him to see me frowning. The apprehension intensified in his eyes.
I slipped under the covers with him. “Not at all. Isn't this nice?”
Before he could answer, I crowded his side and leaned forward to kiss him. He didn't shy away, so I supposed he was getting used to us kissing now. I slipped my fingers into his short blond hair and wedged my leg between his. I pressed my cock against his hip and groaned around his tongue stroking mine. I could have laughed in triumph when his hands went around me, and he pulled me on top of him.
I didn't laugh.
I sat up, straddling his hips then leaned forward to kiss him again. I cupped his face this time as I deepened the kiss. I wiggled the lower half of my body until my ass connected with his groin. He shuddered and growled into my mouth at the feeling of my ass pressing into his cock. He released my lips and his eyes closed tight. His breathing became ragged, shallow breaths that puffed from his kissed-swollen lips.
“Do you like that?” I asked him, undulating my hips, lifting, so I was barely brushing him before pressing down into him again. He hissed a long breath between his teeth and his eyes flew open. They stared back into mine. I couldn’t look away. He was beautiful, the way his eyes were glossing over and the little shifts of wonder on his face as he discovered what my body could do to his.
I leaned over to him again, this time aiming for his ear. He turned his head to one side, allowing me to kiss his jaw, his neck and finally to latch his earlobe between my teeth. I wiggled my tongue into his ear, and a shudder rippled through him. His hands tightened about me.
“Gordon,” I hummed his name.
“Yes?” he choked out, lifting his hips upwards when I deprived him of my movement. His eagerness pleased me. I could imagine how wild he would become when he was more comfortable in his own skin, pressed against another man. Not just any other man. Me.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered to him. “Can I?”
“May I.”
We both paused at him correcting my English. I raised my head to stare at him in surprise. I would have never thought him the type to correct somebody’s English, much less to do it during sex. I didn’t know whether to scowl at him or laugh.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, his face an attractive shade of red. “Force of habit. My kids…” he trailed off, the apprehensive look returning. His kids? Oh God, I didn't want to think about the kids he had right now, but it was something to discuss. After.
“Alright then,” I accepted his correction. “May I suck on your cock until you cum in my mouth?”
“Jesus,” he gasped.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so blunt,” I apologized.
He shook his head. “No. It’s okay. In fact, I think I might like it.”
“Good.”
I slid down his legs and pushed them apart to kneel between them. I kissed his nipples, circling the tiny points with my tongue. He hissed beneath me, his heart thumping crazily beneath my ear.
“Shit,” he choked out when I grazed the point with my teeth gently. I licked across the hardness of his chest to the other nipple, while dipping my hands to his waist. I grasped his underwear and tugged. He raised his hips, and I smiled against his chest. I kissed a path down to his navel as I peeled down his underwear. I eased back to pull his boxers down his legs and dropped them to the bed. Only then did I dare to look at his package.
“Fuck,” I muttered. He was huge in girth and length. He must have tipped over nine inches because he was bigger than me, and I measured that length fully erect. My ass clenched as I thought about his cock filling me up. No one had fucked me in a long time, and I wanted him in the worst way.
“Do you like it?” His words were whispered low and I almost didn’t hear him. I could sense how nervous he was, and I wanted to suck him until he remembered nothing but the pleasure my mouth gave him.
“What’s not to like?” I reached out and wrapped my palm around his shaft. Watching the play of emotions on his face, I slowly ran my hand up and then down over his smooth skin. I cupped his heavy sacs, caressing them and brushed my lips against the head of his cock.
“Oh God!” he groaned. “Do that again.”
I was only too happy to oblige. This time I didn’t just brush my lips against him. I slipped the head into my mouth, sucking on the tip. He went wild beneath me fast, gasping and groaning. I sucked him deeper into my mouth and at mid-point slid back up. I bobbed my head up and down as my mouth claimed his hardness. I ran my tongue along the veins.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, and I sucked him even harder, tugging gently at his balls. “So fucking good. Oh God, Beau!”
He was already moaning so much, and I was just getting started. I deepthroated him which was no mean feat. His thick length pushed past my tonsils, filling the corners of my mouth with his meat.
Gordon lost control. He dug his fingers into my hair, holding me steady while thrusting his hips to control my rhythm. I allowed him to lead, using my tongue to maximize his pleasure. He grunted and swore all kinds of fuck that would rival any sailor. I slipped a finger from his balls to his taint, caressing the area just below his anus. His legs clenched, his rhythm went off, but he caught back on and continued banging my mouth with his hot rod.
“Yes! Fuck! Oh, fuck yes. That's so fucking good.”
My cock was hard at his sexy groans, but I didn't dare take my concentration away from him. It boosted my confidence seeing this virile and gorgeous man going crazy at my touch. I pressed past his taint and towards his asshole. I took my time, giving him the opportunity to protest if he felt the need. He didn't. I circled my index finger over his tight opening. Fuck, I wanted to guide my cock into his ass but knew that wasn't about to happen anytime soon. I'd sooner have him fuck my ass anyway but on occasion did also like to be on top.
“Beau!” he called out my name at the tip of my finger pressing into his tight mushroomed hole. He made a choking sound, his hips jerking upward. He gripped my hair with such force I knew he would come up with strands when he eventually released. His cock twitched, tightening in my mouth. I pressed my finger harder to pop into his asshole at the same time he shot his load of cum in my mouth. I guzzled him down and licked him clean.
“Oh. My. God.” His hips dropped back onto the bed, and his legs shook. I released his cock and smoothed my hands over his thighs, calming him down. I kissed his taut belly then shuffled back up the bed to lie beside him.
“I take it you’re not disappointed,” I stated.
He turned his head and looked at me in wonder. His throat worked furiously, and when he blinked, I realized he was trying to hold back tears. I was moved at how overwhelmed he was.
“I’ve never experienced anything quite like that before,” he admitted. “Not even close.”
I rested my head on his shoulder and placed a hand on his chest, stroking him. “Want to talk about it?”
“There’s not much to talk about.”
I peered up at him. “I doubt that’s true, but it’s fine. We don’t have to talk.”
He shifted beneath me, and my hard-on poked him. He stilled. “Uh, do you want me to give you head too?”
I pecked his chin. “Not necessary. Maybe some other time. Let’s lie here a bit. We don’t even have to talk.”
Plus, I was hoping if he didn’t reciprocate tonight, he would have good reason to want to see me again. Gordon was the most intriguing man I’d met since moving to Louisiana. Everything about him aroused my curiosity. I wanted to find out more about him and the life he had led up to this point that made him so self-conscious about being himself. I’d seen from the moment he walked into that gay bar that he liked men. Why had he waited until now to accept who he was? I’d never thought to hide my sexuality, even when I was just a kid. I never wanted to, and I couldn’t fathom what it was like for him to pretend all these years.
I turned on my side to spoon with him. I felt his hesitation a few seconds before he closed the distance between us and draped a hand over my hip. I shouldn’t have felt this contented. The last time I’d jumped into a relationship quickly, I’d learned bitterly from it. I barely knew anything about Gordon, but he seemed to be a kind and sensitive man.
I yawned. I was spent from my teaching job, then having the kids at the local community center to organize the play. Handling Gordon tonight had also taken a lot of energy. I’d never had to reassure a man like that before, but I was glad to be the one who had done it for him.
“I should move around, or I’ll fall asleep,” I mumbled, my eyelids already heavy.
“It’s okay. Sleep.”
“Hmm.” I didn’t need his permission. I was already drifting. “Wake me up when you want to go. I’ll let you out.”
“Sure.”
I dozed off for about a minute before I wandered back to semi-consciousness. “Gordon?”
“I thought you were going to sleep,” he said, his voice gruff.
“Not before I let you know.” I yawned again, snuggling my ass flush into his groin. The heat from his body warmed my back.
“You want me to know what?”
“Hmm.” I blinked sleepily up at him and smiled. “I’m glad you found me at the bar tonight. I wanted to be the one you experienced all this with”— another yawn. “I’m not sure why. I just did.”
I had no idea what he responded or even if he did. He felt way too good against me was my last thought as I fell asleep.