His cock was pure heat in my mouth, pure living heat. I could feel every pulse of reaction to what I was doing, every throb of excitement.

This was fun.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked

"You're doing great," he said, his voice a low drawl. He was looking at me in a way that I'd never been looked at before, dream-like, barely in control. It reminded me of the looks I got from fans in the front row during my shows. It was like he was under a spell—my spell.

I wasn't scared anymore. I was having a damn good time.

Next, I flicked my tongue across his balls. How would he like that?

Sylus grunted and pulled me closer, gripping my head by pushing his fingers through my hair. Apparently, he liked it a lot. I stroked him with my hand and continued to taste his balls with my tongue.

"You sure aren't having much trouble with this," he said, his voice strained. "There isn't much I'm gonna be able to teach you..."

At that moment, I realized that there was no way I could do this just once. I was hooked on his cock. I was hooked on his kiss. I was hooked on Sylus fuckin' Synn.

"There's a whole shitload of stuff you can teach me," I said.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I don't know," I said, stroking him harder. "All the shit I've never done. I have a lot of catching up to do. I've never tried putting anything... inside..."

Sylus groaned and his cock flexed in my grip, and I was startled by a warm spurt across my face. His thick semen oozed out over my fingers as his cock continued to bob.

"Oh, shit," I said.

Sylus looked horrified. "Fuck. I didn't mean to do that.”

I stared at my hand coated with his finish, and licked it off my fingers. It was bitter and salty and absolutely fucking delicious, because it was his come.

I cleaned my face off with a towel. Sylus collapsed onto the couch.

"Thanks for the lesson," I said, sitting next to him. "I think I learned a lot."

"Hey, man. You did all the work." He sighed and rubbed his face. I wanted to hold his hand and experience his kiss again, but I resisted—strictly professional. My cock was aching and soaked with precome. I knew my underwear was a mess. I wanted him to touch me, but I was clamming up again. The agreement was that he would show me how to give a blowjob, not get one myself. I didn't want to make him do anything he didn't want to.

"You okay?" he asked.

Please touch me, I thought. For the love of God.

"Yeah. Why?"

He shook his head and stood up. He gathered up his clothing and slipped back into his underwear. So, it was over.

"I'm gonna go shower," he said softly. It was hard for me to tell if he felt awkward about the whole thing.

"Sure." I did my best to ignore the ache between my legs.

He paused before heading up the stairs. "If you want more lessons... I'm alright with that. You just let me know."

I smirked at him. "You just want more blowjobs."

Sylus laughed his way up the stairs. The awkward tension was gone.

I sat on the couch, basking in the afterglow of what I'd just done. I realized just how much of myself I'd shut off. I'd thought that performing on stage was what brought me closest to my true self, but now I knew it was nothing compared to what I’d just experienced with Sylus. Writing about attraction and romance was one thing. Actually experiencing it was something else.

A grin formed on my lips. I couldn't help myself; I was smiling like an idiot. I felt like I'd been given a missing puzzle piece. Like I'd been cured of some deficiency I didn't even know I'd had. I wanted more. I wanted Sylus.

I could hear the sound of water rushing through the upstairs plumbing as he got into the shower. My cock continued to throb, and I ran my palm across the sensitive bulge. I squeezed it in my hand and then slipped my fingers beneath the band to grasp it in my fist.

Upstairs, Sylus was naked.

My heartbeat picked up like a kick drum. I got up from the couch and went up the stairs to Sylus's room. The door was ajar. I could hear the pattering of the shower from inside. I entered, stripping my underwear as I pushed open the bathroom door. I was hit by a burst of hot steam, and I could see Sylus's figure from behind the frosted glass. His eyepatch sat on the counter next to the sink, his underwear on the floor. I opened the shower door and stepped inside.

"Sylus," I said.

He whipped around and slammed me against the tile, nearly knocking the wind of me. His left eye was squeezed shut, but his right was wide open and startled. His forearm pressed against my chest, right below my neck, pinning me up against the wall. He looked bewildered, furious, lost, and frightened all the same time.

In that instant, I realized I’d really fucked up.

"Fuck!" he shouted, jumping back. I slumped to my knees, coughing. "Oh, fuck. Chris, what the hell!" He dropped down in front of me and started to check my body. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No," I said, sputtering and trying to catch my breath. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snuck up..."

"Jesus, man. No, no, don't ever do that again, please." Then he hugged me. He pulled me against him and stroked my hair, the hot shower pouring down over us. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I shook my head. "It's my fault." I stood up. I was a little shaken, but also, to my shock I was a little turned on by what he'd done.

"It's not. It's an automatic reaction, I should've warned you. What are you doing?"

"I could, uh... I could use another lesson."

I allowed my cock to press against him. He looked down. "Oh. Well, goddamn."

"It's not professional, I know, but..."

"Fuck it," he muttered, and wrapped his arms around me, pulled me in, and kissed me.

I clutched him tightly, holding his wet body to mine. I wrapped my leg around his hip, my cock pressing against him. I needed to be closer, to feel even more of him, as much as possible. He grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg up as he kissed me, grabbing me around the back of the neck and pulling me in closer. I felt wild. I was melting into him. I was desperate for more.

I tasted his tongue and nibbled his lips, and he pushed his face into my neck and kissed me.

Before I knew it, I was begging for him to bite me. It was like the words weren't my own; they just tumbled out from my mouth. He gripped the back of my neck and drew his teeth down to my collarbone, and I moaned and squeezed him closer. I wanted to fight him. I wanted him to throw me to the ground and take me.

I slammed him against the wall and kissed his neck, his chest, his nipples. He pounded the shower tap with his fist, shutting it off, and kicked open the door so hard I thought the glass might shatter. Then he picked me up—no easy feat for a guy my size, but Sylus was fucking strong. He carried me to the bedroom and tossed me on the bed, still soaking wet.

When he jumped on top of me, I caught him and wrestled him onto his back. He grinned and, in a second, had me flipped onto mine. He pinned my arms against the pillows with one hand.

"You really do like getting roughed up, don't you?" he growled.

"Yeah, by you.”

He kissed my neck again, drawing a moan from my lips. Then he descended, kissing down my body until he reached my cock.

He wrapped his fist around me, squeezing me tightly as he began to slowly pump his hand up and down. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Then, he took me into his mouth. There was no way I would've been able to restrain the moan that escaped from my mouth. I felt him all around me, enveloping me in warmth and pleasure. He was touching me. I was in his mouth. That was Sylus's tongue riding across my cock.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "That feels so goddamn good."

I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I needed to see him, to reaffirm that this was actually happening. I was getting my dick sucked. Jesus. It was really happening.

The orgasm came suddenly, but I managed to get a warning out just before I finished. Sylus continued to suck me down, not stopping as I released into his mouth. I let out a guttural groan and balled up the damp sheets in my fists.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose to his knees, smirking as he stared at me. I lay there, panting, my cock throbbing and glistening with his saliva.

"How was that for a lesson?" he murmured to me before giving me a kiss.

"You're one hell of a teacher," I breathed, enjoying the taste of his lips.