SEBASTIAN #2
I knew what he meant. I’d always known he was a good-looking guy.
It was clear as day that people turned their heads as Tyler’s tall, broad figure passed them.
He had a triangular torso with broad, round shoulders and a wide chest. His waist was narrow and he knew how to dress to show off. But his ass…
My heart stumbled even as I thought about it. His ass was a perfect combination of muscular firmness and thick roundness. Mine wasn’t bad either, seeing as how we’d both done hip-thrusts and squats at the gym like it was our religion.
When Tyler shrugged his shirt off and let it fall to the floor, I stepped closer. “I never let myself think of you that way,” I said.
“You stopped yourself?” he asked, his hand reaching for my body. His fingertips brushed up along the side of my torso and he pressed his open palm against my pec.
I shook my head, the back of my index finger tracing the middle of his chest and following the curve of his pec. Gently, I moved my hand to his upper arm, feeling his swollen biceps. “Not exactly,” I explained in a low voice. “But now I wonder if I’d been hiding these urges from myself.”
“It’s scary to think about it,” he said, and I knew what he meant. What else are we hiding from ourselves? What other things are too big to admit and accept? What dictates our lives without us ever even knowing?
“It’s scary,” I agreed. “And I’m glad it’s with you.”
That made him move. His chest pressed against mine, our abs touching, and his lips smashed against my mouth.
We made out, turning and moving, and our hands explored one another.
As I pinned Tyler against the door, I didn’t shy away from his belt.
I unbuckled it and pulled it out, tossing it on the floor.
In the next instant, my fingers were toying with the button and the zipper of his pants.
I knew how uncomfortable he was wearing them.
And I could feel it in his chest when the relief came.
I freed his cock from the terrible constraints of his pants and I yanked them lower down his legs so that I could thrust my crotch against his and move my hands to his ass.
I squeezed his cheeks hard, making his voice crack while letting out a gentle moan.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” he whispered. “You’re killing me.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” As I whispered my question, I buried my head in the crane of his neck and began kissing it up and down.
I reached as high as his ear, biting the soft spot, then kissing him softly down the middle of his throat and lower, lower, lower.
My lips covered his chest one inch at a time until I found his nipple.
My heart tripped when I remembered that this was a guy’s nipple I licked and bit.
This was Tyler’s body I was worshiping and devouring.
Every move I made along his torso, I was surprised by what it felt like.
To lick such hard abs and to feel the coarseness of a recently shaved happy trail under my lips confused my brain.
These were not the things I was used to, yet they made me so horny I was half-crazed.
I dropped to my knees when it made more sense and when I knew exactly what my direction was.
My lips followed the middle of his torso, dragging from his belly button to the edge of his dark blue boxer briefs.
The closer I was, the more nervous I became.
My fingers trembled as I hooked them inside his underwear.
My heart was pounding so fast I was afraid it would explode.
And as I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes, I pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs over his dick.
His eyes were wide with a surprise that matched what I felt. Could we really be here? I was on my knees, and Tyler was hard as marble, straight as a spear. His dick sprang up, and I wrapped my hand around it, my nerves working so hard I felt like it was electricity coursing through my arm.
Tyler let out a long, deep exhale. His mouth was open and his eyebrows were contorting.
I stroked him, making his chest shudder and his voice grow thin as he let out little sounds of pleasure and something not too unlike pain.
Slowly, he moved his hips forward, pushing his dick through my fist, and I looked down.
The swollen head of his cock was slick with precum like I imagined mine was by now.
I stroked him hard and long, watching his abs tremble with tension that came and went.
The pulsing of his dick sent waves of excitement through me, each one relaxing me a little more.
This wasn’t so weird after all. The faint scent of his musk spread through the air and crawled up my nostrils, pulling me in, inviting me, calling me to do more.
Did I dare? Did I have the balls to lick him?
The thought rooted itself firmly inside my brain and I raised my eyebrows at Tyler as I parted my lips.
The tip of my tongue pushed out and the corners of my lips stretched a little.
His eyes blazed and I found the courage to do it.
The moment I licked him, he huffed, mouth wide open to let the air flow in and out of his lungs.
The sweet-salty flavor planted itself in my memory and the joy at seeing his surprised and delighted expression welled inside of me.
I licked him again, wondering at the fact that my tongue somehow knew what it would feel like even before I pressed it hard against his cock.
As I dared myself further, I closed my lips around his dick, quickly folding them under my teeth.
It was weird and awkward at first. I focused on my teeth, keeping them secured so I wouldn’t scrape him.
There was nothing I hated more than the accidental bite.
Except, it was hard work minding my teeth and making my lips seal around his dick to suck him in.
I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock, then bobbed my head forward. As he entered me deeper, I nearly gagged. He was fucking big for my novice mouth, but I kept my head cool and followed my feelings.
He tasted incredible. The natural saltiness of his body was mild and the unique flavor of his precum was spreading through my mouth. As I gained confidence, my body wasn’t reacting so violently anymore. My dick throbbed a little less even if it was still hard as fuck.
I sucked him faster, even if it was nowhere near the pace someone with slightly more experience could pull off.
Still, my eagerness showed. I wanted to please him so desperately that I partially moaned just because of that feeling.
I sucked him and dared to cup his balls.
To feel them in my hand was as strange as anything we had done so far, but Tyler’s choked voice told me he liked it.
“Pull your sweatpants down,” he told me.
Without taking his dick out of my mouth, I hooked my thumbs under the two waistbands on the small of my back and dragged them over my ass. My dick shot up as the clothes released it and Tyler leaned to a side to look at it.