Ben
I blinked the sleep from my eyes, disoriented by the unfamiliar weight pressed against me. Then I wondered why I hadn't closed the curtains. It took a moment for my vision to adjust to the sun coming in through the big window beside the fireplace, and when that happened, realization dawned. I was on my couch, and Sutton, all warm skin and heavy muscles, had turned me into his personal pillow, sprawled across my chest with his head on my shoulder, his leg thrown across my hips, his half-hard cock nudging my thigh.
Nothing had happened other than a little kissing. We were still fully dressed.
His breath was steady and soft against my neck, deep in slumber, and I went to pull him closer, but my arm was already tight around his waist, holding him on top of me. Even in sleep, I knew this was fleeting, knew I wouldn't get to keep him.
I'd asked him to dress cute for me, and he'd dug deep in his suitcase and picked out a pair of tiny white shorts that hugged his curves and a purple muscle tank that showed off his sculpted arms and shoulders. Gone was the straight-acting frat bro facade he wore like armor. I'd gotten a glimpse of what he was like when he dropped all of that and was simply Sutton, a cute, goofy guy who was unabashedly gay and heartbreakingly vulnerable.
He was still a total brat, though. But I was beginning to understand that I liked my boys a little bratty.
I slid my hand up his back, exploring the hard contours of muscle until my fingers grazed at his soft, dark hair. A comfortable warmth spread through me, an odd sense of rightness at having him this close. But, as always, prickles of anxiety started to nibble at the corners of my consciousness, whispering insecurities that were always there. What did a guy like him want with a virgin?
I was about to nudge him awake when the phone Sutton had carelessly thrown on the coffee table erupted into life, shattering our peace. He jolted upright, a tangle of limbs and grogginess, while I reached for the vibrating device. The screen lit up, flashing 'Asshole' in bold letters. I frowned and hit the ignore button on the screen. The call flashed away, leaving a relentless stream of notifications from the same caller. My heart stopped. From the quick glance I got before Sutton snatched the phone away, the messages were from his parents, and full of threats and warnings.
"What is that?" I asked, keeping my tone even despite the storm of questions brewing inside me.
Sutton's face lost all color, and he swallowed hard, eyes darting away. "Just my father. And no, I don't want to talk about it," he muttered, and I could see the walls slamming back up around him. Did I push him for answers and risk chasing him away? He turned the phone off and tossed it aside, settling back down next to me with a heavy sigh. "Please. For the weekend. I can't handle him anymore."
The vulnerability in his voice, the way his arms tightened around my waist, made me kiss his forehead and sigh. "Okay. But I won't let it slide forever. For the weekend."
"Noted." He looked up at me, his green eyes rimmed with uncertainty, a vulnerability that tugged at something deep within me. Without hesitation, I slid my arm around his waist, pulling him close. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of his tank top as I hugged him tightly to me. "So, do you plan to keep denying me all weekend?"
"As the only virgin in the room, I should clarify that I'm not intentionally denying you. It's just that I'm in a constant state of panic that you won't like what I want to do to you."
He lifted his head, staring down at me, studying me carefully. "You seem so confident."
"Me, confident? Maybe you're still groggy from sleep." I grabbed his chin and gave him a gentle pat.
Sutton laughed, shaking his head. "No. You're confident and commanding, the way I like my tops." His cheeks heated.
"Good thing you don't know what's going on inside my head, then," I muttered.
"So do we start the edging now?"
"Sutton, I said I was going to woo you."
He smirked. "Woo me, edge me, it's all the same, really. When do I get to come? I think I'd like to do so with that big dick stuffed deep inside me. Or maybe while I let you throat fuck me."
"Don't tempt me."
"Isn't that the point? What do you say, ? Shut me up with your dick down my throat."
Growling, I rolled us onto our sides and kissed him, shoving him into the couch cushions. It wasn't gentle or tentative; it was fierce, and it felt like a promise. Though my mind was a whirlwind of questions about his experiences, kissing Sutton was familiar territory. Even with the tremors of nervousness that vibrated through my fingertips, I knew he loved my kisses as much as I loved kissing him.
Sutton's response was immediate, his lips parting in a silent plea for more. He melted against me; the tension draining from his shoulders as I deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of him. My tongue swept against his, coaxing a soft whimper from his throat. He crawled forward, straddling my hips, and I buried a hand in his hair, holding him where I needed him. Despite all his flirty teasing, our evening together had been quiet and calm—I'd ordered takeout, and we'd snuggled on the sofa watching a movie.
We'd done the awkward thing where we both made excuses to hang out a little longer, and a little longer, neither of us wanting to head alone to a cold, empty bed. So we'd fallen asleep right there.
I kissed my way down his throat, and he arched against me, opening his legs so our cocks ground together. Fuck, he felt good, and I wanted to feel more of him. I let the need chase away my anxiety. Shoving my hands up under his tank top and exploring his firm muscles.
"Let me see you," I said as we broke apart, my voice low and rough with longing. With hands that were surprisingly steady, given the storm of desire brewing inside me, I reached for the hem of his tank top. I pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing the expanse of his muscled chest. Sutton was all defined lines and smooth skin, and I couldn't resist running my fingers over each dip and curve.
"Fuck, Sutton, you're beautiful," I breathed out, genuinely awestruck by the man before me. The freckles across the bridge of his nose seemed to dance as he blushed under my gaze, but his eyes remained locked on mine, hungry for approval.
eath my fingertips, I felt the thrumming beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest quickening as I explored further. Each caress drew another whimper from him, and my own arousal grew, pressing insistently against the confines of my shorts. He shifted against me, and I could feel how hard he was.
"Needy boy," I murmured, and he whimpered and pressed closer. "Look how your body responds to being edged."
"So you admit you're edging me." He grinned, a little of his cheekiness coming back. "You like what you see?"
"Show me more," I breathed.
With a coy bite of his bottom lip that hinted at a playful mischief, Sutton climbed off the couch stand before me. His fingers hooked onto the elastic band of his shorts, drawing them down slowly, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of skin. My mouth went dry as he revealed not just any underwear, but a red jockstrap cradling his ass, with a cute and fun rainbow waistband. It was like unwrapping a gift I didn't know I'd wanted.
I sat forward, planting my feet on the ground and reaching for the elastic of his underwear, giving it a little tug. He turned, giving me a full view, and damn if it wasn't a sight to behold. The muscular curves of his body, the way his shoulders tapered down to a trim waist, all of it was alluring. But it was the roundness of his ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jockstrap, that had my cock swelling painfully against my shorts.
I wanted to know what it felt like to thrust into him, to know what his face looked like as he was filled, as he came, with my name on his lips. And I wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside me. I wondered if he ever allowed that, or if he only did the bottom thing.
Sutton spun again, completing his slow revolution, and I caught sight of his hard cock, restrained yet outlined beneath the fabric. He wasn't huge, more average-sized, with big, full balls hanging temptingly below his shaft, but I wasn't worried about size. He was beautiful. As I noticed the smoothness of his waxed skin, the sexy ripple of his muscles, the raw desire in me flared, burning away any lingering shreds of anxiety. I was rock hard, uncomfortably confined. I tore off my shirt and tossed it aside, coaxing him to turn around so I could grope his thick, curvy ass.
I couldn't resist leaning forward for a bite, and he moaned, pressing back against my mouth, letting me trail kisses over his delicious curves.
After a moment, I coaxed him to turn back around, tugging him forward until he straddled me, kissing me as I took a handful of his ass and squeezed, enjoying the pleased sounds he made against my lips. I guided him closer, groaning as his cock pressed against my lower abdomen, hard and tempting. I held him where I needed him as I rutted up between his legs, enjoying the soft pressure of his balls against me. Things got hot and heavy quickly, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to come like this, and he seemed perfectly content to grind against me until we both made a mess of ourselves, but that wasn't how I wanted my first orgasm with him to go. So, I stopped things before we got too carried away, guiding him back and standing, planting another kiss on his lips in that position.
His eyes lowered, and when they found the bulge in my shorts, his expression shifted to one of palpable hunger. His tongue slid slowly over his lips. "," he started, his voice throaty. "Can I… I know you don't want me to come, but can I please, just have you in my mouth? I don't even need to suck you off. I just…" A blush rose to his cheeks, and he fluttered his eyelashes, his green eyes wide and pleading. How did such a big man manage to look so cute and endearing? "I like it."
"I like this side of you," I told him softly, touched by his vulnerability.
He chuckled. "The one that wants to suck you off?"
"The one that's not afraid to be sweet and soft."
"Oh," he whispered, eyes widening. The pink in his cheeks deepened.
I shifted closer, running my fingers down his hips, tugging him closer by the elastic of his jockstrap. "If I'm going to edge you," I cupped his cock gently through the underwear, the first time I'd touched him intimately. He was a hot, hard brand against my hand, and the desperate whimper that escaped his lips as he rutted into my palm was almost my undoing. "I want this to be so hard that you're out of your mind. Can I trust you to be good while I fuck your mouth?"
He moaned softly, letting me explore the size and weight of his balls. "I won't come. I promise. Not until you tell me I can."
"Even if that's not until the end of Session 3?"
"Oh fuck. Would you do that to me?" He stared up at the ceiling, blowing out a breath. "I want to turn myself over to you. To let you do your worst. But I'm not sure I can function as a camp counselor if I'm hard for you all day every day."
I laughed. "Noted."
"Maybe after camp, though," he said, blushing again, possibly not realizing what he was saying. He pushed me to sit down and kneeled between my legs, looking up at me, and I reached out and cupped the back of his head, kissing him. I lifted up, thinking about how sexy it might be to have his lips on my cock. "You've never had a blow job, never even someone's mouth on you?"
"No," I said. "If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of an introvert."
He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he reached out and traced his fingers over the hard shape of me. "I'm not a good person to have as your first."
"What? Why not?"
He winked. "Because it'll set your expectations unrealistically high for all future blow jobs."
"Cocky much?"
"No," he said. "I fucking love cock. I love to worship men, to hold them in my mouth and watch them come apart for me. And I love to lick up every last drop of cum, savoring them. I've spent so much time sucking cock, studying what makes men tick, that there's just no way anyone will be better at it than me."
"That was a lot of words when you should be proving it." I sat back into the cushions, giving him the access he needed, and he practically lunged at me. His hands moved eagerly to the waistband of my shorts, fumbling with the button, then sliding the zipper down. I lifted my hips to help him shove my shorts and underwear off. As he freed my erection, I could see the lust in his eyes.
"Fuck, . I knew you were big, but…" He trailed off, reverently, running his index finger down my length. "This is the most perfect cock I've ever seen. I want to feel you in my hole so bad. You're so fucking big and thick." He wiggled a little, in a cute way.
I felt bashful because my size was part of why I was still a virgin. My high school girlfriend had been too afraid to do anything more than a hand job. "I'm not that big."
", you could be a fucking porn star, and I'm into it. I can't wait to taste you, to choke on you." He tilted his head. "I'll be the only one who's had you. You know, for all my slutting around, I never realized the power of being someone's only."
I knew at once that I'd never forget the way Sutton's hand felt as he wrapped it around my cock for the first time. His fingers were strong and steady, yet so gentle as they encircled me, holding me where he needed me. My heart raced in anticipation of what was to come.
"Fuck, ," he breathed out, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. He licked his lips before pressing a tender kiss to the head of my cock, making me gasp with pleasure. My eyes were glued to him as he began to lick and kiss his way up my length, leaving a trail of warmth wherever his lips touched.
"Does that feel good?" Sutton asked, looking up at me with those big green eyes of his.
"Better than I ever imagined," I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat at the confession. He grinned at that, clearly pleased with himself, and I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly my anxiety dissipated under his gaze.
My fingers tangled in his silky hair, pulling him closer to me as I arched my back against the soft cushions of the couch. Sutton's lips eagerly devoured my shaft, sending electrifying sparks through my body. His skilled mouth worked tirelessly along every inch, delivering a tantalizingly wet sensation that made my stomach twist with need. His tongue danced and teased, expertly finding and exploiting every sensitive spot until I was writhing with pleasure and unable to hold back any longer.
And that was just the tease. I wasn't even inside him yet. He shifted, gripping the base of my shaft and looking up at me as he widened his lips around the head of my cock and slowly sank down, his mouth stretched lewdly to envelop me.
"Deeper," I moaned, feeling the pressure build inside me as his lips gripped tighter around my throbbing shaft. Something soft, possibly the back of his throat, bumped the head of my cock. With each descent, his tongue swirled around me, until finally, I felt a tight heat close around me.
He gagged a little, his eyes watering as he pulled back and looked up at me. "Am I too big?" I asked.
He shook his head. Instead of stopping, he adjusted his position and forced my cock inside his throat, the muscles constricting and massaging me in ways that made me lose my mind. I knew I couldn't last much longer, his technique pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.
"Fuck, Sutton." I was struggling to maintain eye contact as he choked himself on my cock. It was a beautiful sight, seeing his mouth stretch lewdly around me, his attention completely devoted to sucking my brains out of my body via my dick. I could feel my resolve beginning to crumble under the onslaught of sensations as he forced me deeper, until his lips brushed against the base of my cock.
He moaned, gripping my thighs and holding me there for a moment, his body shaking as his throat worked around my cock, before he pulled back, gasping for breath.
"Look at me," I ordered, my voice shaky with need. Sutton focused for a moment on the head of my cock as his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the intensity of his gaze was almost too much to bear. "Keep your hands where I can see them. You're not allowed to come."
He nodded in agreement, his throat constricting around me once more as he began to slide his head up and down. From his moans, it was clear he was enjoying himself, despite the fact that I'd forbidden him from coming—or maybe because of it. The pleasure coiled tightly within me, threatening to spill over at any moment, and I gripped the arm of the couch as if my life depended on it.
"Fuck, Sutton," I gasped, feeling myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. "I'm… I'm so close. I'm gonna nut deep in that slutty throat."
He moaned, only taking me deeper.