Chapter 15
Ben
Standing under the shower, thoughts of the last twenty-four hours raced through my head.
I fucked Tristan.
And it was the most incredible experience of my life.
I didn’t think it would have felt the same if I’d given in and fucked a random guy. Tristan made it incredible. He was nothing but patient with me, guiding me without patronizing me or making me feel like I was this big.
After, we showered together, which resulted in a shit load of kisses as we stroked each other’s cocks until we both came. It was like a dam had opened, and I couldn’t get enough of him. But when he went back to work, the ghosts of my past returned to haunt me.
I tried to ignore the voices that told me I was disgusting, that there was something wrong with me, and by the time Tristan came to tell me he had finished for the day, all I could mutter was ‘see you tomorrow’ without looking at him.
I hated myself for that.
I wasn’t stupid; I knew the voices wouldn’t go away overnight, not after years of being plagued by them, but I didn’t want to hear them any longer.
Whether it was from the vision that lingered in the back of my head or being with Tristan, I didn’t know.
But something had shifted, and I didn’t want to go back.
Washing soap over my body, I wrapped my hand around my cock, which had been in a permanent state of arousal from the minute I woke up. It made my morning workout difficult, that was for sure.
I stroked myself a few times, allowing my mind to recall how amazing it had felt pushing into Tristan’s ass, but the image alone wasn’t enough, and despite my efforts, I couldn’t find my rhythm. I knew why, too. I wanted Tristan’s hand wrapped around me.
Or maybe his mouth.
Giving up, I got out of the shower and dressed for the day ahead. By the time I made it downstairs, Tristan had already let himself in. I’d reluctantly given him the key when he first started, so he could come and go as needed to collect more materials, but now I was glad I had.
I liked him being here.
“Morning.” He flashed me a brilliant smile before nodding to the takeout cups on the counter. “Got you a coffee.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled, my temper wearing thin from the ache in my cock, not helped by the scent that could only be described as uniquely Tristan’s filled the kitchen.
His face fell. “Is…Is something wrong?”
I sighed, my body slumping. Why the hell did he have to have such an effect on me? Nerves fired through me, and I couldn’t hold his eye as I admitted, “I’ve been hard all morning. I can’t get it to go down.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to punch him in the face from the smirk that graced his face or grab him and kiss him.
He sauntered over to me, a wicked glint in his eye as he stood in front of me.
“That sounds like a terrible problem.” A gasp caught in my throat when he cupped my cock through my pants. “Want me to take care of it?”
“What do you think?” I barked, my eyes slamming shut as he ran his hand up and down my length.
He shifted closer, and my eyes shot open as he spoke, his lips brushing against mine. “How do you want me to make you come?”
I swallowed, remembering the dream I’d had that resulted in me coming in my boxers. “Your mouth.”
Keeping his gaze locked on me, Tristan fiddled with my belt, unbuckling it before lowering the zipper. He tugged my pants down enough to free my cock, his hand grabbing hold of me as he glided it tortuously slowly up my shaft, and thumbing the slit on my tip.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hips involuntarily thrusting my cock into his palm. He captured my mouth with his, his tongue teasing mine as he nipped my lower lip at the same time as pumping his hand. It wasn’t enough, though. “Please, Bug. I need your mouth around me.”
He shifted back, beaming at me. “You have no idea how fucking hard I get hearing you ask for what you want.”
With that, he lowered himself to his knees. I kept my gaze trained on him, lifting the hem of my shirt so I could watch as his tongue poked out to swipe up the pre-cum gathered on my tip. The touch of his warm, wet tongue was almost enough to make me blow my load in his face.
My free hand fisted by my side as his tongue swirled around my crown before he sucked just the head into his mouth.
Pleasure darted through me, hitting me straight in the balls, and causing me to jolt forward.
At the same time, Tristan opened his mouth wider, and I watched in awe as he took my entire length to the back of his throat without gagging.
A feral growl rumbled low in my chest as I laced my fingers through his hair, gripping the soft strands, just like I had in my dream. “Holy fucking Hell, Bug. Keep taking me like that, and I’m not going to last long.”
His response was a garbled noise which vibrated around my shaft. His mouth slid back, almost freeing my cock, but at the last minute, he moved forward, once again taking all of me. He quickly found his pace, his head bobbing with his movements.
When his hand reached up to cup my balls and massaging them, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips started thrusting hard, my climax nearing, spurred on by the needy moans Tristan was making.
I’d had blow jobs before—three to be exact—all by women who were too delicate. Too soft with me. Tristan was different. He took each rough thrust I gave him, matching me with the intensity of his sucking.
My balls tightened under his skillful fingers, and I just about managed to grit out a warning. “I’m going to come, Bug.”
Instead of pulling back, he sucked harder, pushing me over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me, come firing into his mouth. Slurps filled the kitchen as Tristan continued to suck, draining me of every last drop of my release, which he swallowed greedily.
When there was nothing left to give, he popped off my cock and got to his feet. The sight of him with saliva and my come around his mouth and trickling onto his chin, almost had me coming a second time.
He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, his brown eyes burning brightly. “Better?”
A relieved smile spread over my lips, matching his. “Much better. Thank you.”
“Good. Maybe you can help me out now.”
He unbuttoned his cargo pants, slipping them down to free his cock that stood proudly to attention. The voice in my head chose that moment to start whispering, asking me why I was so fucked up and telling me I was disgusting for wanting to taste Tristan.
I looked away from him, shame coursing through me. “I don’t suck cock.”
“I bet you don’t fuck guys, either?” My head whipped back to him, finding him with his head tilted to one side. “What are you afraid of, Ben?” he asked, his tone softer.
I glowered at him for a tense second before dropping my gaze. He was right. I was afraid. Afraid that if anyone found out about this, I’d be ridiculed once again. Afraid that if Tristan didn’t enjoy it, he’d abandon me.
His fingers gently gripped my chin, lifting my head.
All trace of amusement was gone from his face, replaced with kindness.
“Hey. There’s no pressure here. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but don’t hold back because you’re scared of what people might think if they found out about this. ”
My brows furrowed. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”
“I don’t particularly want to talk about my ex while I’m standing here with my cock out, but…
” he paused, taking a deep breath. “He never accepted his sexuality, and he’d get the same look in his eyes as you just did.
I asked him about it once, and he said that he was scared of his dad finding out ‘cos his dad thought gay men were disgusting.”
“I wish I didn’t care what people thought,” I replied candidly.
Tristan cupped my face, stroking a hand down my cheek. “Maybe you need to explore why you care.”
I already knew why, and I found myself wanting to tell him about my past, but before I could, he started to pull his pants up. My hand snapped out to stop him. “Wait. I…I want to.”
“There’s no pressure-”
“I know. But I want to, Bug. I really want to.”
A flash of uncertainty lit up his eyes, but not giving him a chance to refuse me, I slid my thumbs into his waistbands, freeing his cock again. He wasn’t as hard now, so wrapping my hand around him, I kept my eyes on him as I moved my hand up and down, feeling him swell in my grasp.
His breath started to come harder, and I finally let my gaze drop to his cock, his tip glistening. My mouth watered, and any doubt I might have had went out the window. Fuck what people thought. I wanted to taste Tristan more than I wanted my next breath.
I began to lower myself, only to stop when Tristan laid a hand on my shoulder. “If you don’t like it, stop at any time. I promise it’s okay.”
Grateful, I nodded before continuing to lower to my knees. When I was eye level with his cock, I hesitated for a second, looking up at him from under my lashes. “You’ve probably figured that I’ve never sucked a cock before, so you need to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”
Tristan stroked my cheek again. “Just do what feels good for you, baby. I know I’m going to enjoy this.”
The encouragement twinkling in his gaze spurred me on. I gripped his shaft in my hand, and doing as he’d done to me, I ran my tongue over his crown. A burst of salt hit my taste buds, and I groaned.
Fuck, he tasted good.
Trying to remember his movements, I closed my mouth around him, sliding his cock to the back of my throat. But I went too far, and I couldn’t help but gag. Tristan’s cock was maybe an inch shorter than mine, and I marveled at how he’d been able to take all of me without gagging.
As if answering my unspoken question, his voice floated down to me. “Relax your throat and go slow. It’ll help you not to gag.” I followed his instruction, and when I took him a little further, he hissed. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, baby.”
Knowing that he liked what I was doing, I started moving my head backward and forward, sucking hard and taking him as far as I could before pulling back again.
My hands gripped his muscular thighs, and heavy pants fell from Tristan as I found my rhythm.
When I looked up, it was to find his head tipped back, his eyes screwed shut as if it was taking all his effort to hold back.
“Tell me what you need, Bug.”
His head lolled forward so he was looking down at me. “You’re doing fine, Ben.”
“But you need something else. Tell me,” I wheezed between sucking him. “I want to make this as good for you as you did for me.”
He made an incoherent noise before he huffed out, “My ass. I need your fingers in me.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My own cock was coming back to life with his words.
Taking him to the back of my throat, I reached a hand around to his ass and separated his cheeks. Moving my finger up and down, I found his tight hole and pushed my middle digit into him, his muscles offering resistance.
“Oh, fuck me, that’s it,” he growled, his knees almost buckling and his hand reaching out to my head to steady himself.
It took several seconds for me to find my rhythm again, sucking him, while thrusting my finger in and out of his ass. I had no idea how, but my cock was once again hard as steel, and my hips started rolling, pushing my cock against the material of my boxers, seeking friction.
“Baby… I’m gonna,” Tristan panted, his grip on my hair tightening. “I’m gonna come. You need to move.”
With his cock stuffed in my mouth, I shook my head as best I could, pushing my finger in to keep him where he was. I slid his cock out, drool trailing from my mouth to his tip. “I want it. I want to taste you, Bug.”
“Fucking hell.”
His hips drove forward as his orgasm hit. Burst after burst of warm, salty liquid exploded in my mouth, too much for me to swallow, and some trailed down my chin and dropped onto my shirt. At the taste of Tristan, my cock erupted, and I soaked my boxers with my own sticky release.
Tristan pulled me to my feet and slammed his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue inside so he could taste himself.
And fuck, was that hot.
“That was really your first time sucking a cock?” he said, breathless.
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit, dude. Seriously. No improvement needed.” My chest swelled with pride.
I couldn’t remember a time when anyone had told me I was good at something.
Tristan tucked himself away, grabbing his coffee before meeting my gaze again.
“I don’t know about you, but I just worked up an appetite. Breakfast?”
I nodded. Breakfast sounded good.