Chapter Six
Christopher felt his heart skip a beat as Thomas said this. He wanted nothing more than to fuck that beautiful face and fill that hot mouth with his seed. Thomas had the sort of lips which he knew would roll so gently on his shaft, the soft tongue which would tease the tip perfectly. Of course Thomas would not yet know how to do this... but he had to learn some time.
And yet as his cock began to throb demandingly, Christopher was taken aback slightly by a sensation of fear. Thomas was beautiful, and innocent, and special. Thomas was fresh and unbroken by the world. And Christopher may be about to break him. It was not rare for Christopher to become infatuated with someone young and beautiful, only to find them infantile and dull as soon as he had had his way with them.
He knew that Thomas was better than that. But he wasn't sure he was better than that. What if he hurt Thomas?
He felt Thomas’ hand rest tentatively on his crotch. His cock ached to be touched by the younger man. He reassured himself Thomas was different. Everyone had a first time, and it was up to him to make sure Thomas’ was special. At least this way he knew what was happening, he knew he could make an effort.
“Are you certain?” he asked.
Thomas nodded. “I want to taste you...” Still playing a few notes with his left hand, he lowered his right hand and squeezed Christopher's throbbing bulge gently, as though trying to feel what he was about to deal with.
Christopher smiled and locked lips with Thomas. As the younger man's hand began to lift away, he reached down and held it where it was. Taking the hint, Thomas began to gently massage Christopher's cock through his trousers. Christopher knew he was already ready. He could not get any harder. But it was important for Thomas to explore, to build up to the moment. Rushing him would be unfair.
Christopher could tell how nervous Thomas was. He lifted his butt slightly and slipped his trousers down, his cock springing out, before sitting back down. Thomas’ hand quickly found Christopher's needy cock again and began cautiously feeling it up and down. His hand was shaking a little, but looking into his eyes, Christopher saw excitement, not fear.
He stood up and moved out from behind the bench, so that his cock would be at the same height as Thomas’ mouth. Thomas’ right hand returned to the piano. He looked at Christopher's throbbing cock out of the corner of his eye.
“If you want to stop at any point, just ask me,” Christopher reassured Thomas as the younger man gazed at his erection in awe.
Thomas shook his head. “I do not want to stop.” Cautiously, he leaned toward Christopher's cock and lightly flicked his tongue over the tip, tasting the precum. He moaned softly and took the head of Christopher's cock into his mouth. Christopher gasped. He needed this. It had been a while since he had felt a warm, wet mouth envelop him. It felt good.
Thomas seemed shocked at himself, but continued as he had begun, lightly sucking the head of Christopher's cock and licking gently as he did so. Christopher knew he might be reluctant to take him any deeper. It was normal. He resisted the urge to thrust and ran his fingers through Thomas’ hair.
Thomas jumped a little at the touch and looked up. He was so beautiful. So perfect. As he sat there, his hands awkwardly playing the same dumb little tune as his mouth enveloped Christopher's hard cock, he stared up, as though asking 'am I doing this right?' Christopher leaned his head back and let out a soft moan to encourage Thomas a little more. Thomas pushed his head down further, taking Christopher in, inch by inch. The entrance to his throat tensed, and as he gagged, Christopher relished the rippling sensation of the throat muscles pulsing. Still, Thomas pushed a little further, seemingly desperate to take in Christopher's entire length.
It was by far not the most skilled mouth his cock had felt upon its skin. But there was something magical happening nonetheless. Thomas was just so eager to please, so willing. He genuinely wanted Christopher to enjoy every second of this experience.
Christopher realized why Thomas was so ready to gag on his cock: he had enjoyed it. He had let out a moan of delight as he felt Thomas gag and, dutifully, Thomas was gagging again and again. He was so eager to hear those noises of pleasure from Christopher's lips, so eager to satisfy him, that his lack of skill was fast becoming all but meaningless.
Like all good lovers, he was simply looking out for whatever Christopher enjoyed and repeating it until he could bear it no longer, then moving onto the next thing. All that was left was for him to learn a few new moves and he would be able to meet all Christopher's needs with that hot, sweet mouth of his.
Looking down into those beautiful eyes, Christopher wanted this to go on forever. He had never met anyone so eager to satisfy him, so desperate to make him happy. It was refreshing. It was exciting.
But he also knew that this moment was something he would never truly experience again. This candid moment of corruption of innocence. The moment when Thomas progressed from virginity to the first steps of experience. Next time it would not be the same. Thomas would have some idea what to do. Christopher would have some idea what to expect.
Now it was all new, all unanticipated, all exciting. It was like opening a gift for the first time, peeling back the layers to discover what precious treasure lay beneath.
But Christopher also knew it was important for Thomas to begin to learn some new skills, to think about things differently, to explore his own body and Christopher's.
Pulling out of Thomas’ mouth, he gently lifted his cock, presenting his heavy testicles for Thomas to notice.
“Lick them,” he said softly.
At first Thomas looked at him as though wondering whether he was crazy or joking. “Lick them?” he asked.
Christopher nodded. “Please, if you don't mind.”
Thomas once again scrutinized Christopher's face. Apparently seeing no sign of jest, he moved his face back toward Christopher and, poking his tongue out ever so slightly, gently licked one of Christopher's balls.
Christopher moaned and sighed. “Yes, like that... more.”
Emboldened, Thomas began to luxuriously lick Christopher's balls, pressing his warm, wet tongue lightly into them, lifting them, kissing them, taking them slightly into his mouth... He experimented with all sorts of different movements and actions, some Christopher was used to, some a little odd. All of them felt delightful, though. Christopher loved having his testicles licked and sucked. It was such a sublime pleasure. And Thomas seemed to be a real natural.
Thomas’ mouth was delicious. Everything he did with it felt like some sort of magic. Christopher knew he was close to orgasm and, seizing Thomas’ hair, pulled his head back a little, presenting his cock once again to those sweet lips.
Obligingly, Thomas engulfed him and began to bob and suck. Christopher moaned deeply. He could not resist thrusting any more. He plunged hard into Thomas’ mouth, feeling the younger man respond as vigorously as he could, bobbing faster and deeper.
Christopher held off as long as he could, relishing the intense pleasure Thomas was giving him, never wanting these precious moments to end. But he could only delay for so long. Looking down at Thomas’ face, his eyes wet with tears yet full of love, his lips red from friction and still so softly gliding up and down Christopher's erection... Christopher knew he was about to cum. Not wanting to choke Thomas, he pulled out and stroked his cock a last few times, ejaculating on Thomas’ face and into his still open mouth.
They never broke eye contact as he came, then slowly regained his senses.
First came ecstasy. Then came bliss. Then came confusion.
Looking down at Thomas he still felt that love, that passion he had felt as the younger man had been sucking him. The lust had been worn down briefly, of course, but his intense desire for Thomas had not diminished at all. He still wanted to hold him, to please him, to protect him...
That was not at all what normally happened. Normally after his first orgasm, his interest in the other party dwindled. They may still be appealing to him, but they were no longer as intensely attractive, no longer quite as impressive as they had been during that first copulation. The passion would be there, then he would cum, and then it would all end.
He had thought that scratching the itch was all it would take. But looking at Thomas’ stained, eager, slightly shocked face, he felt more love than he had felt in years.
He sat down on the bench beside Thomas and began to gently lick his own juices from Thomas’ face. Thomas turned his head and they locked lips. He could still taste Thomas’ hot seed from earlier, and the mixed taste of both of their semen and mouths was intense. It tasted of passion, of sex... of love.
Christopher knew now why he was not suddenly tired of Thomas. He knew why it would take more than a blowjob to make this beautiful young man any less appealing to him. He was falling in love. He knew it. He was scared of it, in many ways. And yet he had no clue how to stop it. It was just happening, and far too fast for him to do anything about it. Or was he just telling himself this because it felt so good to finally fall in love again, he didn't actually want to be safe from it? He was scared, but wanted to throw himself into the crashing waves of passion nonetheless...
He had only felt this once before. And she had... she had not wanted to share it with him. He tried to tell himself he was not ready yet. Especially after her. Especially knowing that with Thomas there was not even the possibility of marriage, of a relationship which society would respect.
But love does not listen to reason.
The more he told himself why he shouldn't fall in love with Thomas, the more he felt his heart begging and pleading with him to do so anyway. He did not want to fall in love. It would hurt him again. It could ruin him this time. But he needed to fall in love anyway. He needed to fall head over heels in love with this, the most beautiful, pure soul he had ever met.
As they were wiping themselves clean, Christopher was already preparing to see Thomas again.
“I have to go soon,” he said.
Thomas nodded. “That is fine. I suppose I ought to get back to... things which are not this, as well.” His smile could have melted Christopher's heart. “You will be back again tomorrow, though, I hope? I... I enjoyed today.”
Christopher grinned. “I enjoyed today also, but...” he paused. “I do not mean I have to go as in today, from here. I have some important business to attend to in London. I shall depart tomorrow morning, tomorrow afternoon perhaps at the latest.”
Thomas looked a little taken aback. “Will you come and say goodbye to me?”
Christopher shook his head. “I shall not be able to see you before I go; I am sorry. It would look a bit too obvious.” He stroked Thomas’ hair. He knew what sort of an excuse this sounded like. But it was true. He could not help it if the truth sounded so... dodgy. He only hoped Thomas was either naive or understanding enough to overlook it.
“Must you go tomorrow?” Thomas asked.
Christopher nodded. “I have some important matters which require my attention. I will be back in no time at all. A few weeks. But I must go there for now.”
“To London?” Thomas asked in the tone of voice usually reserved for neglected wives.
Christopher laughed. “I shall return. Will you wait for me?”
Thomas avoided making eye contact. “Is this just an excuse?” he asked quietly.
Christopher felt his heart suddenly ache. “No, Thomas, it is not,” he insisted. “I... I did not plan for us to... I simply wished to see you before I had to leave. I will be back. And I will want to see you again.”
“So you did not just want to get what you wanted and leave?” Thomas asked sullenly.
Christopher hugged Thomas and drew him close. “Of course not. I did not want to get physical so soon, to be honest with you, but... You are just too beautiful. I could not resist. I shall be back in less than a month, I promise. And we shall do this again. Will you wait for me?”
Thomas nodded and hugged Christopher closely, nuzzling his chest affectionately. “I shall wait for you. It will not be easy, but I shall.”
Christopher stroked Thomas’ soft hair again and kissed it. “The time will pass quickly, trust me. Before you know it, we shall be together again and it will be as though nothing happened at all.”
“I suppose you will have to see Delilah first,” Thomas chuckled.
Christopher shook his head. “This always happens. Women wanting to marry their daughters off, hoping she will be a Duchess someday... I shall tell your mother and sister that I am already running late. They will simply have to endure without my presence.”
“At least with her you have an excuse for visiting,” Thomas suggested.
Christopher nodded. “You are right. I shall be using that to my advantage. But for now...” He leaned in and kissed Thomas lovingly. “Wait for me.”
As he made his excuses and set off back home, Christopher's heart was beating hard and fast against his ribs. Finally, something good was happening to him again.
But this made him suspicious. Every time something good happened, every time he had a bit of good fortune, something would sweep in and take it away. No doubt the same thing was going to happen this time too. He did not want it to, but it was always the way these things went.
The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he should stay in London. Never see Thomas again. It would be for the best that they did not fall too deeply in love. After all, fate had a funny way of tearing everything he loved to shreds. But... would he not just be hurting Thomas himself by vanishing? Was there truly any way of avoiding breaking this beautiful young man?
Christopher knew one thing for sure: it was too late to go back now.