Chapter 20 #2
For his first time, Oliver does an outstanding job. The suction and pressure are perfect and, as he gains confidence, he sinks deeper. Hands roam all over me, caressing my nipples and cupping my balls, making my eyes roll back in pleasure.
“So good, Oliver. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so fast.”
He responds with a long, needy moan that sends delicious vibrations down my shaft. Part of me would like to hold Oliver’s head and fuck up into his mouth, but we haven’t discussed boundaries, or likes and dislikes. With the speed things are going, it’s a conversation we need to have.
Oliver pulls off, his lips wet with saliva, and begins stroking me with his hand. “Is it okay?” he asks.
“Better than okay. Oh fuck, I’m getting close.”
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
My eyes widen. I thought that might be too much the first time. “Are you sure? It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to. You’re so sexy, Hux.” Oliver strokes his own cock as he bends over and swallows me down. I remain still, giving Oliver full control as he increases his speed.
In seconds, I’m at the point of no return.
“Oh Oliver, I’m coming.” My eyes fall closed as I shoot into his warm, wet mouth. “Oh fuck, so good.” It’s like fireworks shooting through me, explosive and euphoric.
Oliver slows, then slowly pops off. Worried he’s disgusted and looking for somewhere to spit my cum, I force myself up onto my elbows. What I see is the face of a very satisfied man—cheeks flushed, eyes hooded with arousal, and looking quite proud of himself to boot.
My eyes drop to Oliver’s cock, still hard and wanting, and there’s no way I’m letting that go to waste. “That was fucking hot, Oliver. Now your turn. Sit on the edge of the bed.”
“Here?” Oliver positions himself as I climb off the bed and stand between his legs.
“Ah huh.” Holding his face in my hands I bring our lips together, tasting myself on Oliver’s tongue.
His cock is long and thick, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about blowing Oliver. Especially since this will be his first time receiving a blow job from a man.
Lowering to my knees, I swirl my tongue around the head, paying extra attention to the frenulum. Oliver’s hands brush up my arms then continue, delicately caressing my neck and then my face. It’s tender and intimate, and warmth pools in my stomach.
Locking eyes with Oliver, I lick all the way from the base to the tip before dipping lower and sucking a ball into my mouth. I roll it with my tongue, then repeat with the other one. Oliver moans, his mouth dropping open.
“Oh Huxley, oh, fuck. Your mouth—what are you doing to me?”
With Oliver’s words of encouragement, I take his length into my mouth, sliding up and down slowly, never taking my eyes off him.
It’s incredibly erotic being on my knees for him, and my dick is already coming back to life.
Oliver’s fingers find their way closer to my mouth as if he needs to feel how we’re connected.
I suck harder and harder, taking him deeper into my throat, loving the filthy words that fall from his lips. When Oliver’s breaths shorten and his orgasm is imminent, I switch to using both my mouth and hand, applying more pressure and increasing speed.
A minute later, Oliver comes in my mouth, chanting my name, and hands tugging deliciously at my curls. I swallow every last drop, loving his cock pulsing against my tongue. All I want is for Oliver to feel good.
As soon as I pop off, he pulls me into his arms for a kiss. I climb into his lap, straddling him as his strong arms envelop me.
We lock lips for a long time; they’re beautiful, deep, languid kisses that make me melt like butter.
Oliver finally buries his face in the crook of my neck and sighs contentedly.
“Was it what you expected?” I ask. Oliver smiles against my skin.
“It was better than anything I imagined. You’ve got some skills, Hux.”
“So do you,” I say. “Where did you learn how to give head like that?” I lean back, wanting to see Oliver’s face. He looks embarrassed. “Well?”
“Ah…I guess I’ve been watching a lot of gay porn lately. It’s very different to receive than to give and I didn’t want to suck at it. No pun intended.”
I huff a laugh. “You know porn’s not realistic.”
“I know, but it helps with, you know, the logistics. I think it’ll take me a while to deep throat like you.”
The last thing I want is for Oliver to feel pressured to live up to some stupid porn standard. I want intimacy and love from a relationship, not sexual acrobatics. “You don’t need to deep throat if you don’t want to,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I loved what you did.”
“Thanks. I don’t suppose you wanna stay?”
Ah, what is Oliver doing to me? He wants me to stay! What I wouldn’t give to cuddle up and sleep next to this man. I sigh. “I don’t think I can. Not with Louis. I wasn’t sure anything was going to happen tonight, being mid-week and all. But I can stay for a little bit.”
“Okay, let’s get under the covers before we get cold.”
A minute later, I’m tucked against Oliver’s chest, his fingers stroking up and down my arm. Have I died and gone to heaven? “What did it feel like to give a blow job?” I ask.
“I loved it, especially seeing you get off. I loved how you felt in my mouth and I nearly came when you did. You sure it was okay? You weren’t just saying nice things to make me feel good?”
“No, I meant what I said. You can do that again any time you want.”
“I’ll be taking you up on that, guaranteed.”
“Oliver? Can I ask you something?” This is probably a sure-fire way to scare the man off, but I need to know.
“Of course. What is it?”
I twist my head to see Oliver’s face, then wish I hadn’t when I see worry in his eyes.
Too late now, here I go… “Are you looking for a serious relationship or are you just wanting something casual? I mean, in general. At-at this time in your life,” I clarify, fumbling over my words.
“You don’t have to answer in regards to me.
” Fuck, I sound like a stage four clinger.
Oliver studies my face. “If it’s the right person, then a serious relationship. What about you?”
“Same. I’m not really a casual kind of guy. I know everyone believes all gay men are sluts who can’t be monogamous, but there are some of us who aren’t like that. I guess I’m old fashioned that way.”
Oliver smiles and squeezes me closer. “Guess I am too then.”
And if that isn’t the perfect answer then I don’t know what is.
I finally drag myself out of Oliver’s bed at 11:45 PM and grudgingly pull on my clothes. Oliver throws on some trackies and walks me out, pushing me up against my car and kissing me thoroughly before I hop in.
As I drive away, Oliver gives me a cute wave that has my chest aching. I know exactly what I’m feeling for him, but I dare not put it into words, let alone say it aloud.
I’ve only just walked in the door when my phone vibrates. Before I pull it from my pocket, I know it’s Oliver.
Oliver: Wish you were still here in my arms xx
Me: Me too! Sweet dreams Oliver x
On Thursday morning, I receive another text from Bradley. It’s the third one this week, and my irritation is mounting. I consider blocking his number, but worry I won’t know what he’s up to.
Bradley has discovered I’m teaching at Brighton College—a mutual friend passed on the information—and I wouldn’t put it past him to show up unannounced.
So far, I haven’t responded to a single text, hoping that ignoring him is the best choice. But now that things are moving forward with Oliver, it might be better to go on the offensive.
Me: Bradley, please stop texting me – it’s over. I’m seeing someone so it’s time you moved on with your life.
Bradley: I know you’re not seeing anyone and I’m not going to stop until I win you back. I made the worst mistake of my life letting you go. I still love you, Huxley. Let’s meet up for a drink. One drink, that’s all I ask! xoxo
“Oh my God,” I announce to my empty classroom. Of course Bradley would think I’m not seeing anyone because I haven’t posted on social media. It’s not like we can go public with Oliver still closeted.
Not that we’ve said we’re exclusive anyway.
Me: You don’t know anything about my life anymore. It’s serious with the man I’m seeing. Politely, you need to fuck off.
Bradley: The more you fight me the more it motivates me. I know that’s what you always wanted—for me to fight for you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. You still love me Huxley, I know it. Have a great day, honey. xoxo
I slump over my desk, resting my head on my forearms. Bradley is right in one regard—I did want him to fight for me. But that was a long time ago.
How the hell am I going to get Bradley to back off?
“Mr. Sinclair? Are you okay?”
At the sound of Amber’s voice, I jolt upright and straighten my jacket. “Ah, yes. I was just, I was… How can I help you, Amber?”
She hesitantly approaches my desk with her eyes focussed on the floor. “I wanted to ask you something. I want to know why you stopped wearing your pride pin.” Her face flushes crimson.
I weigh telling her the truth or opting for a lie. Professional ethics tell me I should lie, but, personally, I want to be truthful. “I was asked to stop wearing it,” I say.
Amber lifts her chin, wide eyes meeting mine, her brow furrowed. “Why? And who said so?”
“I don’t think I should say anymore. But I do have my mini pride flag right here on my desk.” I point to the small flag next to my pen holder. “And…” I slide my chair back and lift my right pant leg up. “I’ve got my pride socks on, too.”
Amber giggles. “I love them, but please don’t get into trouble, Mr. Sinclair. You’re my favourite teacher.”
“I’ll try my best. Can I ask why you wanted to know about my pride pin?” I don’t want her to feel pressured, but I want to give her a chance to be open with me if she feels safe.
Amber picks at the skin around her nails, her face flushing anew. “It was nice to have an openly queer teacher here.”
“Amber, I’m still openly queer. Or gay, to be exact. And I want you to know you can come to me if you need any help or support. For any reason,” I add, not wanting to assume.
Without a word, Amber opens one side of her school blazer, revealing the inside pocket. Pinned there is a small lesbian badge.
“Thank you for trusting me,” I say as she closes her blazer. She’s still nervous, eyes darting around the room. “Are you out to anyone?”
Amber nods. “Just my brother. Oh, and you now too, I guess. I’m not sure my parents will accept me, and I’m scared the few friends I have will think I’m, you know, interested in them, or perving on them. And then they won’t want to be friends anymore.”
“If they’re true friends, that won’t happen. But I understand your fears. Come out when you’re ready. And I’m here if you ever need to talk. Okay?”
“Okay.” Amber’s face relaxes, her eyes brightening as she smiles. “Thanks, Mr. Sinclair. I hope I can be like you one day and wear my badge on the outside for everyone to see.”
“Give it time. You’ll get there.”
The morning bell rings, putting an end to our conversation. Amber hurriedly says goodbye and heads off to her first class.
I smile so wide my face hurts. Principal Williams might think he’s won, but, as far as I’m concerned, he’s already lost. This is why I became a teacher, and it feels amazing. I can’t wait to tell Oliver.
Me: Oliver, a student just came out to me!!!!!! I can’t say who, but right now I feel like all that bullshit with Williams was worthwhile.
Oliver replies almost immediately.
Oliver: So proud and happy for you! Tell me all about it at lunch xx