20
Adam
My mom’s party was pretty lame. By midnight, her house was packed with guests.
I’d been able to control how much I was drinking that night. I was pretty good about keeping count of how much champagne I had. For the first time, I had control over myself and I knew I wasn’t going to pass out before the night was over.
I bumped into other members of the band who had stopped by for a bit.
Since that fight with Gray, the dynamic between us hadn’t been the same. I had a feeling that Carson and Keaton were taking his side.
But fuck it. I’d always been the lone wolf, and I could do just fine without them.
My focus turned back to Pacey who was sitting alone on the couch with a slight smile on his face. I couldn’t stop looking at him that night. He looked like he was having a good time watching all the crazy celebrities mingling with each other.
Since I kissed Pacey after his Symphony performance, I had no desire to talk to any girls.
It was weird, like suddenly, the only person who mattered to me was Pacey. I had many dreams of him playing the harp and I’d wake up in the middle of the night because of how vivid they were.
It was the first time I’d seen him in a long time, and since the kiss, I’d been so curious about doing more.
After my mom had been so disrespectful towards him, I felt the need to tell her off. But she was, after all, the person who gave birth to me. So, I bit my tongue. But that only made my frustration grow stronger.
Throughout the evening, I made excuses to take in Pacey’s sweet scent. I’d go up to him to tell him a secret about someone at the party, or I’d put my arm around him while introducing him to someone else.
Each time I got that close, I took in a deep breath, and absorbed the sweetness from his body. It reminded me of the smell of his bed when I’d sleep over during our teenage years.
His scent was what home truly smelled like, and for some reason that made me horny as fuck.
At one point, I was talking to one of Simon’s business partners. Pacey was across the room, talking to some music producer.
The man he was talking to was in his early thirties. He had his hand pressed against the wall that Pacey was leaning against.
He was way too close for my liking. Why the fuck was I jealous all of a sudden?
I couldn’t pay attention to the conversation I was having. I wanted to walk over and punch that man in the face and tell him to back the fuck off.
But I figured that wouldn’t be a good look in front of all these pretentious pricks. I excused myself from the conversation and walked over to Pacey.
“Hey, can I steal you for a second?” I asked.
I could see the man shoot me a look but I pretended like he wasn’t there.
“Sure,” Pacey said, then turned to the guy. “I’ll be right back.”
I grabbed Pacey’s arm.
As I walked past the guy, I brushed my arm against him aggressively, sending him the message to back the fuck off.
I led Pacey to the library, then into the bathroom.
“Why’d you take me in here?” He asked, as I was locking the door.
When I turned around, I lifted him off the ground and put him on the counter where his eyes were level with mine.
Then, I pressed my hands on the sides of both his thighs and kissed him so fucking hard. Pacey opened his mouth to eagerly take my tongue in his mouth.
I paused briefly to look him in the eyes, which were wide and round.
“That’s why I took you in here,” I said.
Being with Pacey felt so forbidden.
Pacey made me feel a rush of anxiety every second I was with him. It made me feel alive.
After a world tour, that was exactly what I needed.
I dove into the side of his neck and kissed him there, then licked him, tasting the sweetness of his sweat. He let out quiet moans of pleasure. I put my hand over his mouth to quiet him down so that people wouldn’t hear us as I continued to suck on his neck.
What the hell was I doing?
And what was Pacey doing to me?
I looked at how handsome he was in the dimly lit washroom, the soft lines on his delicate face. His lips looked full, a rich peach color from the champagne, tender.
His green eyes contrasted his rosy cheeks.
I swept my fingers through his blonde locks and pulled it back, his head tilted up to meet mine. I could see that he enjoyed a bit of pain, and if that was true, I was willing to take out all my sexual frustration on him.
The way he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me in for a kiss sent electric shocks down my spine, and to every nerve ending in my body.
He left me paralyzed, and I yearned for more.
Kissing Pacey was different from kissing a girl. He was firmer when I touched him, his body was meatier. When I was rough with him, he was rough back, and it made it that much sexier.
His brows were golden bringing out the emerald green in his eyes. I swept my hands through his blonde locks and pulled it back, his head tilted up to meet mine.
I unbuttoned his shirt while I kissed him, running my hands over his pecs. Then, landing on his nipples that sharpened to hard peaks as soon as my fingers grazed against them.
I felt him shudder.
“Sensitive there?” I groaned.
“Very,” he moaned in my ear.
I peeled his shirt back and looked at his beautiful nips. They were the color of pink bubble-gum and looked delicious as fuck.
I brought my face close and licked them. Then, I sucked on one of them.
Pacey pressed his hand on the back of my head, stroking it gently. I sucked on the other nipple and felt it harden on my tongue as I drew circles onto it.
My bulge in my leather pants grew. My pants were tight enough, and with a raging boner, it was too much.
Pacey must have noticed when he ran his hands over it. I jerked my body back instinctively, not used to another dude touching me down there.
This relationship that was blossoming was so forbidden and new to me. The energy I felt for him was radioactive, nothing like any girl I’d ever been with.
“You alright?” He asked.
“Yeah...just a new experience for me,” I uttered.
“It’s cool man, close your eyes,” he said.
I listened to him and he reached his hand down there again. I felt him unbutton my leather pants, instantly releasing some of the pressure from my hard-on.
His fingers ran along my briefs where my shaft was. I kept my eyes closed, my heart raced faster and faster every second.
“God, you’re massive, Adam,” he moaned.
His words made me even hornier, but I still felt uneasy by his touch. I opened my eyes and looked at his face, his eyes were filled with lust as he ran his hand gently over my groin.
In a way, he seemed like he had the upper hand, like he knew more than me. I needed that dominance back.
“You’ve been waiting for this day, eh?” I said.
He nodded. “Since we were teenagers, man.”
“I’m all yours tonight, bro.”
He hooked his finger onto the top of my briefs and pulled my cock out. A steady stream of pre-come dripped from my tip and hit the floor.
The way his body moved was like an elusive animal. He was soft and graceful when he touched me.
I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back my desire to bend him over the counter and take full control of his toned body. I wanted to finally see what he was hiding under those pants.
“You’re leaking all over,” he said, as he started stroking me with his bare hands.
“Should’ve seen me at your house the other day, I was worried there was something wrong with me.”
“When did that happen?” He asked.
“When we were play fighting for the remote…and your ass rubbed up against me, it made me so fucking hard. When I went to the washroom, I was surprised to see so much pre-come just leaking out of me,” I said. “Just like it’s doing right now.”
Pacey got off the counter and kneeled down on the floor, his mouth was eye-level to my cock. He continued to stroke me with his face inches from my cock. He lips were pursed open, and just as he was about to take me in his mouth, I pulled back.
He looked up at me, his eyes were eager and confused at the same time.
Though the door to the bathroom was locked, I pulled the doorknob again to make sure. I couldn’t help but keep one of my hands pressed against it. I was so fucking paranoid that someone would find us in there while we were doing this.
But I couldn’t stop, it was too fucking hot.
My mind was focused on Pacey’s eyes. All I saw was him. There could have been a fire outside the washroom, and I wouldn’t have noticed or stopped what he was about to do to me.
“Go slow, man,” I said.
He nodded and closed his eyes, his lips wrapped around the head of my cock.
I was so big that he could barely fit it in his mouth. The feeling of his warm tongue against my cock made the hair on my arms stand up.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, another dude sucking me for the first time. He inched his way deeper down my shaft, and I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I almost needed a second.
But Pacey continued, I felt his tongue swirl in circles around me. His hand grabbed onto my balls, as he slurped up all the juice that leaked out of me.
That fucking bastard was enjoying every second of it, and it turned me on even more. It felt good that I was able to make him feel good.
His touch was firm, unlike a woman’s touch. He buried his face between my balls and my shaft and he licked me there.
I moaned uncontrollably. “God, it’s like you know exactly what to do.”
“Not used to another guy doing this?” He asked, lifting his face up briefly to look at me before he dove back in.
“Never like this,” I groaned.
I had no idea that beneath his clean-cut surface, Pacey was a fucking animal.
He moved his tongue up my shaft and I watched a bead of pre-come roll out before he slurped it up. I rested both my hands behind my head and let him work his magic.
I watched his soft lips wrap around my girth and I felt his tongue swirl in circles.
My head was spinning from the champagne and my breath slowed, enjoying every second of it.
“Pace, it feels so good,” I groaned. “Is this what I’ve been missing my entire life?”
His hands were on my balls, cupping them and squeezing gently. I put my fingers through his hair to brush it back so I could get a clear view of his beautiful face and lips.
“What does it taste like?” I asked, curious because he looked like he was enjoying it so much.
He smiled and went in one more time before he answered me.
“Salty on the tip when your pre-come hits my lips. Sweet, when my tongue swirls around your shaft. Musky when I’m licking your balls.”
He made it sound so delicious and the way he sucked me made me feel so good.
“You curious to try?” He asked. “No pressure.”
I thought for a moment, and I wanted to return the favor for him. But part of me was still hesitant to put a dick in my mouth.
“Maybe another night,” I suggested.
He shrugged and continued to go down on me, this time sucking me harder and faster. I felt my balls tense up and I had to try my hardest to hold myself from blowing my load.
Pacey unbuttoned his pants, and he started stroking himself while he sucked me. I could see he was pretty big down there.
I was so curious and horny that I leaned down and grabbed his shaft, stroking him a few times. It was a bit sticky from what I guessed was his own pre-come.
“How’s that feel?” I asked.
“Pretty amazing,” he said. “Your hands are so big.”
He got deeper down onto my shaft until he was halfway before he gagged. It was a lot further than any girl had ever gotten in the past.
When I thought he reached his limit, he went deeper. His throat opened up to my cock, as it was starting to feel tighter and tighter.
God, now he was almost at my balls.
Then…he was balls deep, his lips pressed right against my full and heavy ball sack. He looked up at me, eyes watering, with my whole shaft in his mouth. I smirked to give him my approval.
When I thought it couldn’t feel any better, he started moving his tongue in circles. I looked down to see that Pacey was stroking himself faster.
“Pacey, how are you doing this?” I groaned, my head jerked up to the ceiling, as his tongue massaged the base of my shaft.
It felt like he was milking me with his tongue.
“You’re going to fucking make me shoot, man. You have to let me go,” I demanded.
But he didn’t stop, and I tried to push him back off my cock but he resisted. I couldn’t hold it any longer, and I erupted deep down his throat.
I looked down and his eyes were closed.
His throat guzzled everything that was shooting out of me, which felt like more than I’d ever come in the past. I was surprised to see come erupt out of Pacey’s cock at the same time, and it turned me on to see him get off from just sucking me.
I wanted to howl at the sensation of my endless orgasm. But I bit my lip to keep quiet since we were in the bathroom while the party was still going on.
Pacey’s tongue continued to swirl in circles.
I felt more cum spew out of me, and he took it down his throat until I had nothing left in me. He looked up to meet my eyes again, as he ejected my cock from his mouth.
My white cream engulfed every inch of my shaft, and there was still some on his tongue. He licked up the rest of the creamy substance off my shaft as I looked at him, paralyzed by so many sensations.
I pulled him up off his knees, and kissed him, which was a mistake because I could taste the bitterness of my come on my lips.
“Gross,” I said, wiping my lips aggressively.
I turned on the tap and rinsed my mouth with warm water.
“What are you saying? That was the tastiest thing I’d ever had,” he said, smirking with my come on his chin.
There was a lot to take in after getting my first blowjob from another guy. I started to overthink everything. What if people found out?
I pulled my leather pants up, which took a bit of effort since my thighs were drenched in sweat. Eventually, I got them on.
I put my ear against the door. I heard music playing and the faint sounds of conversations in the background.
“We’re going to need a plan to get out of here without anyone seeing,” I said.
“You go out first, I’ll stay here for a few minutes before I head out.”
I nodded and waited for Pacey to straighten out his clothes, and I stepped out.
As I turned the corner, there were two people having a conversation in the library. They looked at me suspiciously as I passed them.
I wasn’t sure if it was because they’d seen us go into the washroom together, or because of my paranoia. But for the rest of the night, I couldn’t shake off the anxiety.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead, and went to find some more champagne, knowing that it was the one thing that’d soothe me.
I was worried that people would find out about Pacey and me. All the stories that’d be all over the internet. All the questions that the paparazzi would bombard me with every time I step out in public.