11. Tit for Tat
11
TIT FOR TAT
Gabriel
I can hardly believe what I’m doing. Magnus is sitting on my lap, and I can hardly stop myself from tearing his clothes off.
If someone had told me two weeks ago that I’d have a guy’s tongue down my throat and love it, I’d have called them crazy.
What is it about Magnus that’s turned everything on its head? I’ve never ever felt attracted to a man. Never got a boner at the sight of one. But Magnus only needs to crook a metaphorical finger and I'm rock hard. How does that work? And how did my sister know this would be the man to do it for me?
I push thoughts of Susan aside. My little sister has no place in my sex life even by association. Although there’s still a little niggle that if I take things further with Magnus, and it’s likely — he said I can do what I want unless he says stop, and I’ll hold him to that — I have no idea what I’m going to say to her.
Without stopping our wild kiss to draw breath, I slide my hand under the turquoise shirt Magnus is wearing. My fingers wander over perfectly smooth skin and I feel hard muscles shift underneath. It's a new sensation, but not a bad one.
What do you mean not a bad one? my subconscious sneers. Magnus has almost made you come and you’re both still fully clothed.
Maybe I should be freaking out. I'm about to have sex with a man. Not penetrative sex maybe, but the next best thing. Only, everything in me is screaming to rip this hot guy’s clothes off. There’s no trace of insecurity in me. Maybe the existential crisis will come later!
I decide it can wait when Magnus lives up to his promise — Anything you do to me, I’ll do to you. He slides his hand under my T-shirt and groans as his fingers drift over my six-pack. He explores every groove, and his slender fingers feel so good on my skin.
Why aren’t we naked?
It takes everything I have to let go of Magnus and grab the hem of my T-shirt. I try to pull it over my head in one go, which isn’t easy with Magnus' lips glued to mine.
I want to scream, Magnus, give me a moment! After that, you’ll get as much bare flesh as you can handle! but I don’t need to.
As if he heard my thoughts, he leans back and peers down at me. We’re about the same size, but sitting on my lap, he towers over me. And it’s unbelievably hot!
He must have noticed the effect he’s having, because his grin gets even wider. Then he breaks his promise and pulls his shirt over his head, leaving me still sitting there with my t-shirt gripped in my fingers.
His gaudy shirt has barely touched the floor and his eyes are sparkling cheekily when he says, "Your turn!"
He’s right! The bare skin thing was my idea after all. Without any more hesitation, I pull my T-shirt over my head and Magnus' eyes burn. His gaze drifts over my naked torso and lingers on the intricate lines of the tattoos that cover my entire body. Heat rises to my cheeks. Sure, I’ve been stared at before by women — men too — but only in an objectifying way.
This feels different.
Magnus wants me, there's no doubt about that. But I get the feeling that he's looking at me more like a work of art. It's so intense that my breath hitches. Then he bends forward until his hot breath caresses my neck and a shiver runs through me. The skin on my arms forms goose bumps and I flush hot and cold all at once — he's not even touching me!
"Do you want to touch my cock?" His question, whispered directly into my ear as it is, makes me groan loudly.
"Try and stop me!" I tease.
Magnus
“Try and stop me!”
Holy fuck! I might come right now.
Where does this man get the balls? I remember how nervous I was the first time I touched another guy's dick, and I had none of Gabriel’s courage. Back then, I was trembling with nerves — and I knew for sure I was into men!
Gabriel might have been lying when he said he’d never been with a man. I mean, he didn't explicitly say it ... more implied it. But when he fumbles with my waistband, I realize he might not be quite as self-confident as he seems.
To make it clear that he’s always got an out, I put my hand on his and ask, "Is this what you really want?"
This time I make sure there’s no implied challenge. I want him to take a moment to think. My cock hates me for it, but it would kill me if Gabriel regretted anything afterwards.
His only response is to push my hand aside impatiently and ask, "How does this damn thing open?"
Surprised, I laugh out loud. Clearly, he’s just all thumbs rather than nervous — good to know!
I lift myself onto my knees and push down my shorts. Then I nestle back down on his thighs again. My cock is so hard that even I can see the veins bulging. Drops of precome collect on the reddening tip. I’m not surprised, after what we’ve just been up to.
My eyes wander to Gabriel's face to find his whole focus is on my throbbing cock. Time stands still. I'd give anything to know what's going on in his head right now. Does he need a way out? Some encouragement? Or just a moment?
Then Gabriel's tongue darts out and licks his full lips, and then he runs one finger from my glans down my entire length, spreading the precome down the shaft as he goes. I shiver involuntarily and my lungs suddenly have a problem taking in air.
When he grips my shaft tightly with his big hand, my world narrows. I’m caught in the grip of a guy who knows exactly what he wants, and it’s so good! Infinitely slowly, he moves his hand back up my length and my whole body tingles. My head lolls forward to rest on Gabriel's shoulder while his palm glides over my tip. Then he wraps his fingers back around my shaft and strokes lazily back down.
When Gabriel glides up again, he picks up the pace, and my hands claw into Gabriel's shoulders, my cock thrusting desperately into his hand.
More! Faster! More! Becomes my mental mantra.
And without a word spoken, Gabriel gives me what I want. His rhythm gets steadily faster and I can barely sit still.
“How’s this for a newbie?” a deep voice murmurs in my ear.
Unable to verbalize anything, I shake my head in deepest rapture. It’s so good! It’s perfect! Gabriel, though, must have misinterpreted the gesture, because his movement falters.
I stammer quickly, “Don’t stop! It’s so good! So good!”
The desperation must be written all over my face, because Gabriel’s grin gets wider to complement his knowing look. As much as I hate it when guys feel they’ve got the upper hand, right now, I just don’t care. All I want is for that wonderful hand on my cock to do its thing.
Gabriel’s grip tightens, but his hand remains still.
"Tit for tat ..." he growls.
What?
Then the phrase I’ve said a couple of times today comes to mind: Anything you do to me, I’ll do to you . So, I suppose tit for tat works just as well. It’s just Gabriel’s take on the same idea, and I kind of like it. It fits what we're doing. Fits us.
I reach forward and deftly unbutton Gabriel's shorts. A quick fumble and a surprised groan from him later, and I have his cock in my hand. And what can I say? I’m not disappointed. Far from it. This beast of a man is definitely in proportion.
Gabriel
Magnus' hands make short work of my pants, and his speed and experience are such a turn on! He knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows exactly what he wants. And I'm happy to surrender on his particular altar of sexual pleasure. When he wraps my cock in his long, elegant fingers for the first time, I moan loudly.
I look down. There’s more space between our bodies than when we dance the tango, and I'm not thrilled about that at all, but what excites me more is watching Magnus' delicate fingers wrapped around my cock with my hand tightly closed around his bulging length right next to it.
Maybe I expected to feel weird looking down to see two cocks side by side — mine being one of them — but I don’t. Rather than freaking out, the only thing on my mind is, please make me come.
How do I get Magnus to jerk me off?
Oh, yeah, tit for tat .
So, I take a deep breath and hope for a side helping of self-confidence. Although, something else strikes me. A scent that makes my cock twitch in Magnus’ hand. It’s Magnus’ cologne. It’s lemony and tart and reminds me of late summer in an Italian lemon grove. Not that I’ve ever been to an Italian lemon grove in late summer, or at any other time of the year for that matter. But this scent conjures up that scene in my mind’s eye. It’s a scent that I want to surround myself with always, a scent that heightens my excitement even more. That familiar smell of citrus combined with a masculine tart note ... I get slightly intoxicated with just one breath.
Intoxicating scent aside — I’m on a mission! Slowly, I move my hand up Magnus' hard length — just like I did before. The feeling is unique. It feels so similar to jerking myself off, and yet it's so completely different.
Magnus' cock is slightly longer than mine, slimmer, though, but pulsing with veins. His skin feels like velvet under my fingers, but the strength of his erection reminds me of hard steel.
Then Magnus also begins to move his hand — copying my movements. His fingers slide slowly upwards. I pause to see what happens.
Magnus stops too.
My hand moves slowly back down and Magnus copies me, again and again. It feels so damn good I have to bite my lower lip! This is my kind of naughty game — I want to savor every moment, delay the end, but it's just too good.
My stroke becomes faster, and Magnus' does too. It’s so unbelievably good! I thrust my hips up as far as I can get them — which isn’t much — but it's something! I want more of it! More of Magnus' magic touch.
Lust takes hold and my body loses all coordination. My head rolls forward onto Magnus’ chest for a moment, but then his grip on my cock loosens, and my head snaps back up in frustration.
Don’t stop! Not now! I mentally scream.
But Magnus knows what he’s doing. He edges closer then presses the hand I have around Magnus' cock. I only need a moment to process what he wants. I loosen my grip — just for a moment — to welcome my first touch of another man's penis against my own. My knees go wobbly. I'm so glad I'm sitting, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to hold myself up. This new feeling ... It's enough to drive me crazy!
Magnus barely gives me a moment to relish the sensation before he squeezes my hand shut around both our cocks. Then he wraps his hand over mine and tightens his grip and starts up a brisk pace. He spanks our cocks with our joined hands mercilessly.
My toes curl. My world goes black. Have I closed my eyes or am I about to faint? My body is fueled by lust. A lust that’s so intense I almost can't stand it. A lust that takes over everything, every thought, every feeling. My body trembles.
I want to come. Want to bring this experience to its natural conclusion. And yet I want this feeling to last forever.