Chapter Thirteen
B.D.
We took a break and chilled, as I needed to be sure that sex with Larenz was what I wanted. I also needed to prove to him I was really on a break from Macy, and to do that, I didn’t want us rushing into any next steps quickly.
For the next few weeks, I’d rush to Larenz’s dorm after practice or a game, forgoing team bonding time and outings together. I’d never dated a guy before, so I followed Larenz’s lead in terms of how we spent time together.
Our hangout time, without any kisses, make-out sessions, or sex, gave me a chance to decide if these feelings for Larenz were real or just a little unexplainable crush. I’d hoped the time together reassured Larenz that I was into him, and that Macy and I were indeed taking a break.
After a Friday evening playing Grand Theft Auto while sitting next to each other on his bed, I turned to Larenz.
“I’m ready to stop chilling, Larenz.” I took his controller out of his hand and set it beside me next to mine.
“Are you sure?”
I turned my face toward his. “Yeah. I like you. I want to finish what we started.”
“Are you sure sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“What would you like to do?”
“I don’t know,” I said, this being my first time with a guy intimately. “You know more. Can you start us out?”
We stood up from the bed and turned off the video game and monitor first. Larenz slid the knob of the nearby halogen lamp so that we had a little light to work with and see each other.
“You’re absolutely sure you and Macy are done?”
“I promise you,” I said, hugging Larenz. I didn’t know what or how else to reassure him.
“Let’s take these off.”
“Yessir.”
Larenz pulled away, lifted my T-shirt, and helped me lower my sweatpants.
“Sit,” Larenz said as he sat me down in his desk chair. “You ever kissed a guy before?”
“No.”
“What about head from a guy?”
“No.”
“Fucked a guy?”
“No.”
“What do you want to try?” Larenz asked as he kneeled between my legs.
Excited, I sat in my tank top and boxer briefs wondering how I’d gone from crushing on Larenz last summer to about to have some kind of sex with him a few months later. I wanted to try everything but didn’t want to be greedy on our first time.
“I think I’d like some ass, if that’s okay,” I said, bending to cup Larenz’s fat and firm in my hand. “I got tested and I picked up some lube and condoms at the student health center the other day. They’re in my backpack.”
“So you’ve been planning this, B.D.?”
“Not at all.”
“Well, I’ve never done that before, but I’m willing to try,” Larenz said. “Kiss first?”
“I’ve never done that. I mean kiss a guy.”
“Weird you out?”
“A little. But I’m willing to try.”
With a gentle finger, I lifted Larenz’s chin, closed my eyes, and leaned in toward his face, my chain swinging between us.
He leaned in as well. We started slowly, with a few dry pecks.
Then we added a little wetness and opened our mouths, touching tongues.
At first, being in another man’s face felt awkward, but soon, kissing Larenz felt like kissing anyone else.
But with an unexpected masculine spark, heat, and connection.
I opened my eyes and smiled at Larenz. He smiled back. A tear streamed down my face. “You kiss good, Larenz. So sorry I’m so emotional. I never thought I’d get to this point in my life to kiss another man. Sorry.”
I was nervous I’d maybe not kissed as good as some of the guys I knew Larenz had had experience with.
“It’s all right. You kiss good, too,” he said softly, stroking the side of my face with his palm. He wiped away the tear. I felt reassured. “There’s more where that came from. I want you to close your eyes, lean back, and enjoy.”
I did as he instructed.
He gently massaged the insides of my thighs, lightly touching from my knees to the top of my boxer briefs.
He caressed my dick through the underwear and softly brushed his fingers over it.
Gripping and moving it up and down against my leg, he created a beautiful friction.
My dick swelled as he lowered his mouth and breathed warmth on it through the boxer briefs.
Made me feel good. Made me even more hard.
Made me shiver and writhe with anticipation of what was to come.
Made me wonder when Larenz was finally going to put me in his mouth, because I was ready.
“Fuck, Larenz. This feels good.”
“Want more?” He blew hot air on the tip through my underwear, which made my precum leak with excitement.
“Hell, yeah.”
“Let’s take them off.”
“Yessir.”
Together, Larenz and I lowered my boxer briefs. Larenz removed them from around my ankles and gently sat me back down.
“You weren’t lying about being a big-dicked king.”
“No sir.”
“That’s gotta be at least ten inches.”
“It’s big, but don’t exaggerate.”
“Or more. And thick.”
“Never had a reason to measure.”
“And these veins,” Larenz said as he inspected and admired my dick, which was bouncing with anticipation in front of his face. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“You think?”
“Fuck, yeah. And the color and shades of brown.”
“You like?”
“Hell yeah,” Larenz said softly. “And that scent.”
“Sorry. I rushed over here after the gym and practice.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s kinda hot.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. Can I taste?”
Before I could answer, Larenz had me in his warm and wet mouth, first with delicious, teasing little licks under the head that tickled and felt amazing.
I closed my eyes again, eagerly awaiting what was to come.
To give Larenz better access, I opened my thighs wider, scooted out a bit, and leaned back.
Soon, Larenz swirled his lips slowly, methodically, and passionately from tip to base to tip to base over and over, applying pressure with his tongue underneath each time he rose to the head.
He reached under my tank top to pinch and tease a nipple as he sucked my dick.
I sucked air between my teeth and moaned with each head swirl.
I’d gotten lots of blow jobs over the years from women.
But Larenz put them all to shame, sucking my dick like it was a sports competition and he was going for gold, silver, and bronze medals.
Sucking my dick like he loved the art of sucking dick.
Every now and then, he’d take a break from my dick to start sucking on my balls, another major turn-on for me.
The kicker, which no woman had done to me before, was his tongue in that space between my balls and legs, that space under my balls and just above my ass, while gently, yet firmly, stroking my dick, taking me to a level I’d never been in my sexual life. Ever.
“Fuck, I’m about to…”
Larenz returned to my dick. He had me sweating, panting, and calling out to the higher power.
Within a minute of warning him, I grunted, groaned, then exploded as he took my release in his mouth and down his throat.
I hadn’t even gotten around to ask if he wanted to swallow, something I’d learned to do out of courtesy with others who gave me head.
He just did. No asking. Larenz definitely got bonus points for that.
“Yum,” Larenz said as he eased up and off my dick after letting me relax in his mouth for a bit after orgasm. “That was hot. I felt at least ten solid pumps when you came.”
Continuing to quiver, I pulled Larenz up from my lap to my face and kissed him. I tasted some remnants of me on his lips and tongue but didn’t mind because it was kind of a turn-on after the way he took care of me. Thanked him for a job well done.
“You a nasty nigga and I love it,” I said. “I have never had a blow job like that in my life…fuck. Thank you.”
“Welcome to the dark side,” he said and smiled. “Guys know what guys like when it comes to head, I guess.”
“Fuck, I’ma be addicted.” I took in a breath and exhaled fully. “I’ma keep being over here in your dorm, like, every fucking day I can.”
“All right with me. Just let me know when you want to sit in that chair again. That can be our little code word.”
“Our code word, huh? You’re a little naughty, Larenz,” I said, patting his face. “Thank you, man. I really needed that.”
“I could tell.”
“That how you be doing Diego?” Not that I wanted to know, but I wanted to know.
“Nunya. Jealous?”
“Nah.” I lied.
“Good.”
“But I’m an athlete. I’m competitive. I don’t like to lose.”
“Don’t worry about Diego.”
I kissed Larenz again, feeling more comfortable kissing a guy. At least with him.
“Think I can crash here tonight?” I asked, thinking about the twenty minutes it would take to get to the athlete’s residence hall. “It’s super cold, and I don’t feel like walking across campus in the snow back to my dorm.”
“Sure. No problem.”
“Think I can get up in that ass later?”
“We’ll see about that.”