“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.