6. Ian
CHAPTER 6
IAN
Henry's cock fills with blood, and my eyes are drawn to the sight of it. The magnificent thing that it is, it's even impressive flaccid, hanging off the side of the hot tub. But the moment it lurches to life, I want to jump on it. I want to touch and suck it until I have him crying my name.
He might think he's straight, but his cock clearly likes me.
I stand up and walk over to him, standing between his legs. I reach over and turn the jets off again, letting it grow still and quiet while I consider him. The longer I stare, the harder his cock gets, and I can't suppress a smirk.
"Don't be too flattered," he says in a deadpan voice.
Keeping my eyes on his, I duck my head and take him in my mouth, stroking and sucking him until he's hard as steel again. I keep my eyes on him as I rear back, one hand wrapped around his length, the other fondling his balls. My thumb rubs up and down the ridge of the vein on the underside of his cock. His lashes flutter closed, and I wait for his eyes on mine.
"Have you ever gotten hard for another man before?"
"No."
"But you are now."
"Yeah, I suppose I am," he says, sounded resigned. I chuckle at that, continuing to stroke him slowly.
Anytime he takes his eyes off me, I stop, resuming once he's giving me his undivided attention.
"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice low.
"Talking to you," I say, squeezing his tip and spreading a drop of pre-cum with my thumb.
"Mmmff."
My lips quirk at the sounds he makes, and he glares. My smile widens.
"Will you let me try something?"
"What?" he asks, looking alarmed.
"Nothing bad, calm down. I you don't like it I'll stop, I promise."
"What is it?" he repeats, a little more calmly but still clearly apprehensive.
"How much do you trust me?"
"Like out of ten?"
"Sure."
"Maybe a zero point five."
"Ouch," I say with a chuckle. "But I can work with that. Lay back."
"Do what now?"
I push in closer, stepping up on the seat I was kneeling on. "Lay back and bend your knees so I can give you the best blow job you've ever had in your life." I take his mouth in a quick, rough kiss. "Come on Daddy," I say teasingly against his mouth, pushing his chest back. "Just a little kiss, I promise."
He looks like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide and afraid. But his cock is clearly on board with the idea, twitching and leaking for me. He lets me push him down, and he lays his back flat against the deck. Despite how warm it is, his nipples are puckered, and I have to take a moment to show them some attention. I give them each a kiss, a lick, and a suck, biting down gently before continuing a path down his body.
I'm trying not to groan too much, in case it throws him off, but I feel like I've waited forever to get to explore his body this way. I relish every inch that I am able to run my lips and tongue over, but refrain from rubbing my face through his happy trail like a cat in heat.
When I'm back between his legs, I suck him long and deep, relaxing him and getting him primed to feel my mouth in other ways. I use my hands and fingers to knead the insides of his thighs, play with and massage his balls, and squeeze his ass cheeks. He gets a little shy when I start exploring his butt, but he lets me do just about anything with his cock in my throat. I bob on him, letting my saliva drip down his shaft. When he's comfortable enough to start bucking his hips, getting lost in the sensations, I kiss my way down the underside of his cock, sucking and leaving little hickeys along the ridge of that vein that I am quickly becoming obsessed with.
I use the excess spit and pre-cum as lube to continue stroking him while I gently tickle his balls with my tongue. My balls are ultra-sensitive, and I don't love rough treatment of them, so I'm cautious as I take each one and gently roll it in my mouth. Henry makes a soft "oof" type noise and I pull back, still stroking as I look up at him. He's looking straight up towards the sky with his eyes shut tight.
"Not good?"
"Sensitive. But not bad."
"Okay. I'll be gentle," I say, and resume licking over his entire sack with the flat of my tongue, blowing on the wet skin. I love the way he shivers. My tongue darts down lower, putting a little more pressure as I tease and lick his taint.
He breathes out a curse, and I smile into his skin. I reach for his hand and place it on his cock, stroking him with his own hand until he does it on his own. I notice him crack open an eye to peek at me, concerned about what I'm going to do with my hands. He tenses a little when I spread his ass cheeks apart, but the moment I go back to licking and sucking on his taint, he relaxes again, his legs opening wider for me.
"Fuuck," he says on a breath, his voice shaky. "That's—uh, that's good."
"Mmm," I moan against him, licking a little lower with each pass. He tastes like chlorine and sin, and I have never been as into this as I am right now.
The first time I run my tongue over his puckered hole, he bucks his hips and lets out a startled sound that I have to promise myself I won't tease him for. But he relaxes into it, panting as I swirl my tongue around his hole and flick it back and forth. He starts making unintelligible sounds, stroking himself faster, and I know he's getting close. I press more firmly against him, licking and slurping like his asshole is the best fucking ice cream I've ever eaten. Spreading his cheeks wider, I push my tongue into his hole and he shouts as his cock erupts, spraying cum like a fountain. It lands all over his stomach and thighs and in my hair. He trembles as I tongue him until the last pulses have stopped. Before he can come down from his orgasm high, I crawl over him, licking up every drop of cum I can find while I jerk myself.
Henry pushes me off him, but surprises me when he sits up and whispers, "I want to watch."
Fuck me , what is it about a man that seems so large and in charge getting all shy and sensitive that fucking does it to me? I both want to coddle him and ruffle his feathers. Rough him up and soothe him. Dirty him up and wash him clean.
"Is that all you want to do, Daddy?"
"Stop calling me that," he says, but he stands up next to me. He keeps his eyes on how I stroke myself before pushing me to sit and kneeling on the bench of the jacuzzi between my legs. His hand wraps around my cock, replicating the way I was stroking myself. Up and down, rotating slightly at the tip.
His eyes are locked on the pearlescent drops of pre-cum, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. My fingers gently comb his hair back off his forehead.
"You can taste if you want.” His hand tightens around the base of my cock, and he looks like he might run away. "Go ahead, Henry. Give it a little kiss."
His eyes narrow, and I half expect him to push me away or even punch me. I know I'm pushing my luck. Some guys get that post nut clarity where they don't want to be touched after, especially when they're questioning or maybe have repressed feelings about their sexuality.
Henry's eyes harden, not in anger, but in determination. He cuts his eyes to my face once before he leans forward and gently presses his lips to my crown. He rolls his lips, testing how I taste before tentatively licking the slit of my cock. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to stay perfectly still, but my heart is beating so fast from the sheer effort of not coming all over his face from just that one light touch, I have to suck in a breath and hold it. His mouth lowers, and he pulls the head of my cock into his mouth, continuing to flick his tongue over the slit with zero idea of how much it's driving me wild. He lowers a little more, taking slow, tentative sucks. He takes about half of me in before pulling back to breathe.
"I don't think I can—you know, like you can."
"That's okay. You're doing amazing. In fact, I have to warn you, if you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you might not want to do that tongue thing anymore."
Henry looks surprised, and once again I'm melting into a puddle at how endearing this unsure version of him is. With a little more confidence, he takes me in his mouth again, sucking up and down, while stroking the base of my cock that he can't quite handle yet. And while it might not be the most expert best blow job I've ever gotten, watching him come out of his shell and experiment easily makes it the most enjoyable blow job I've ever gotten. And when he pulls back to flick his tongue over the slit again, I gasp and clench my abs.
"Are you sure?" My voice is pained, holding back my oncoming orgasm.
He doesn't stop, only flicks his eyes up to mine briefly, and I'm a goner.
"Fuck. I'm coming—" I struggle to keep my eyes open so I can watch him slurp down my cum like he's drinking it from a straw. My mouth drops open as I watch his throat bob with each swallow. "Oh my god," I moan, probably too loudly.
I’m lost in a haze of disbelief that one of my real-life fantasies is playing out in real life while Henry continues to suck me until I start to soften, seeming intrigued by watching my cockhead retreat back into the foreskin. I tilt my head, waiting for him to say or do something. Anything.
"I didn't think it would be so… sweet? I don't know if that's the right word. Kind of metallic, but also sweet."
I grin, but make sure to school my face so he doesn't think I'm poking fun at him. "I eat a lot of fruit. But everyone tastes different. You taste salty, and just this side of bitter. I like it," I tell him, in case he needs reassurance. " A lot," I admit, because it's the truth. I'd gulp mouthfuls of him if he'd let me suck him every day.
We sit in silence for a while, and I can tell he's really tired.
"Are you still sore?"
"A bit," he admits.
"You don't go in till late tomorrow, right?" He nods, not meeting my eye. "Well, I suggest you take one more hit and then get some rest."
He raises his eyebrow incredulously. "I'm not sure I need any more of that," he says, but chuckles. "The last thing I need is another all-night raging boner."
I perk up. "All night, huh?"
"Oh Jesus," he mumbles, rubbing his hands over his face. "What I meant to say is that shit apparently makes me horny as hell, and I don't think I'll be doing myself any favors to smoke more. I'll stick to ibuprofen, thanks."
He avoids looking at me while he fishes our shorts out of the hot tub and wrings his out.
"What I heard is that you were up all night last night with a raging boner, which, unless I missed something, had nothing to do smoking weed."
"You heard wrong."
"Sure I did," I say, nodding my head enthusiastically. He glares, and I roll my lips in to keep from laughing.
Henry throws a towel at me, and we make our way through the house and up the stairs. We both pause at the top of the stairs, clearly hearing Mike's snores through his door. I let out a breath of relief, and Henry's shoulders relax. He walks to his room and closes the door behind him without another word.
I wash up and get ready for bed, overthinking about how Henry might be worried about what we did, out in the open where Mike could have witnessed. Henry's is the only bedroom that faces the backyard, and I like to think we would have noticed if Mike came back downstairs since he would have triggered the patio light. But still, it was risky. And I don't want Henry to pull back or stress over it all night. I liked the easy, humorous way we left things before reality hit. Hoping I can negate any negative feelings, I pull up Henry's phone number on my cell, and send him a text.
Ian: For the record, you weren't the only one suffering last night. And if it happens again, I'm just across the hall.
I push send and watch as the message marks itself delivered, and then read. Three little dots pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. A text never comes through, but I fall asleep with a smile on my face, nonetheless.