Chapter 16 #2
The soft drag of his teeth tickles and makes my cock ache at the same time.
I let out a strangled laugh and arch against him to feel the weight of his erection against mine again.
With his clothes gone, I can just barely feel the heat of his cock through my jeans.
My stomach flutters and my curiosity about what it would feel like to be bare against him starts to win out over my remaining nerves.
“Goddamn sexy,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue down my bicep until he reaches my armpit, and then he buries his face there, inhaling deeply, nuzzling his nose into the thick thatch of dark hair.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this after a workout?
All that sweat beading on your skin, just begging for my tongue. ”
He switches to nuzzle my other armpit, his hips snapping to grind his stiff, eager cock against mine.
My dick has never ached this much before.
It’s starting to become oversensitive against the not-quite-soft-enough fabric of my briefs.
Butch doesn’t stop his exploration though, lapping at my armpit before turning his attention to the hard nubs of my nipples.
My surgeon warned me that some people lose sensation in their nipples after top surgery, but that hasn’t been an issue for me.
The bigger problem is that I’ve been worried that letting a guy lick or suck on them might feel too…
feminine. But, nope, Butch lets out another hoarse growl and gently tugs my nipple between his teeth, and there’s nothing feminine about it.
I whine and arch off the bed again, the feeling of his teeth and tongue teasing my nipple shooting straight down to my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him harder towards my chest.
He takes the hint and sucks harder, using his tongue to lap at the stiff, sensitive bud with little flicks.
I grind myself against him shamelessly, the heat in my gut tightening and tightening until he pulls off of my nipple and eases his body away from mine a few inches.
The loss of his weight aches in my bones and I whimper.
“Sorry, just a little too much friction.” He chuckles, bracing one hand on the pillow next to my head and using the other to reach between us and tease his cockhead with his thumb.
His hair is messy and his lips are swollen from our kisses, but he still hits me with that easygoing smile of his, waiting for me to tell him how I want this to go.
I could offer to blow him. I know I’m good at it and it would be easy, no stress.
But I’m kind of tired of easy. It sounds cheesy as hell, but these past few weeks working out with Butch have taught me that sometimes the things that are hard, things you don’t think you can do, are the most satisfying.
Maybe taking my pants off isn’t the same as climbing a mountain or training to run a half-marathon, but in some ways, it is. It’s one step closer to conquering my goals, one little act that gets me closer to being the confident, unapologetic man I’ve spent years dreaming of being.
With shaking hands, I reach between us and fumble with my button. The damn thing doesn’t want to come undone, or maybe it’s my trembling fingers that are to blame.
“Take a breath, Rocky,” Butch says soothingly, putting a hand over mine to stop my blundering. “Can I help?”
I do as he says and drag in a slow, steadying breath, then nod.
“Please,” I whisper.
He deftly pops the button and holds my gaze as he slowly lowers my zipper.
He smiles, hooking his fingers into the waistbands of my pants and underwear, still not looking anywhere but my face, and I nod again.
He starts to tug them down and my heart flails wildly against my rib cage, excited and terrified, happy that this is happening with Butch and also worried that it might ruin all the good I’ve found at Sweat over the last few weeks.
He tosses my pants aside blindly and I hold my breath, watching his face intently to see his reaction. My excitement has flagged with all this stress, but my body still feels like a live wire, jumpy and electrified.
“Breathe,” he reminds me again. His eyes still haven’t roamed from my face, and part of me just wants to tell him to hurry up and look already. A crooked smile tilts his lips, and when I pull in another deep breath, he finally starts to drag his gaze down, down, down.
My hands twitch, instinctively wanting to cover myself.
I grab fistfuls of the sheets instead and keep reminding myself to breathe.
Butch’s eyes finally reach my cock, which is barely swollen now.
The look on his face doesn’t change though—his eyes are still hungry, his erection still swings between his thighs.
“Oh my god, say something,” I demand with a nervous, breathless laugh. “What are you thinking?”
“I was just trying to work out the polite way to ask if I can put it in my mouth.”
“Oh,” I whisper. “Okay.”
BUTCH
I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect since I’ve never seen a trans guy’s dick before.
But it’s not so different. Sure, it’s smaller than average and slender, probably about as long and thick as my thumb, but that doesn’t stop it from being hot.
He has a sweet little cockhead that I want to wrap my tongue around and balls that I want to bury my face in.
He said he doesn’t get hard in the same way, but I can see the skin of his shaft darkening and plumping with excitement the longer I look at him.
Until he told me, I had no clue trans guys could even have balls, and I’m so fucking here for it.
I can’t take away his insecurities in one night, but I can take him in my mouth and figure out all the best ways to make him whimper my name.
I settle myself between his thighs and hitch his legs up onto my shoulders. Percy gasps and then laughs, squirming a little like he’s trying to get away from me.
“Where are you going, Rocky?” I grab his hips and haul him closer again. “You’re not changing your mind about letting me get my mouth on this sexy cock of yours, are you?” I run my tongue along the inside of his left thigh, groaning at the concentrated, sweaty flavor of his skin there.
“No one has before,” he says, even though I kind of figured that since he hasn’t let anyone else see his cock yet.
Knowing I’m the first person he’s trusted like this makes pride swell in my chest. And it sure as hell makes me want to prove to him that he made the right choice.
I want to make him feel so good that he forgets every insecurity he’s ever had.
I want to be the reason he feels good lounging around his apartment naked with his boyfriend someday. Maybe that boyfriend could even be me?
“Honored to be your first, Rocky. Now, hold on tight because I’m about to rock your world.”
I nip at the crux of his thigh, and he gasps, jerking his hips and spreading his legs wider as he grips the sheets a little tighter in his fists.
I bury my nose against his balls, dragging in the heady, musky scent of sweat and man.
His sac is soft, and his balls feel just a little bit firmer than I’m used to.
I can feel the skin of his scrotum tighten slightly against my tongue as I lick along the seam.
Percy gasps again and his cock twitches.
I keep going until my tongue laps over the base of his cock, along his shaft, and up to his cockhead.
The clean taste of his skin is almost a disappointment.
There’s nothing I love more than going down on a guy after working up a sweat, tasting the salty tang of adrenaline and testosterone seeping out of his pores.
Is this a one-time thing or will Percy let me taste him again sometime?
If he stays the night, maybe I can talk him into a morning jog and another blowjob.
I’m getting ahead of myself though. If I want him to agree to another blowjob, I need to make this one worth his while.
Not to downplay his insecurities about his size, but the ease of fitting his cock into my mouth is a feature, not a bug as far as I’m concerned.
It swells against my tongue in the heat of my mouth and Percy pants harder, his thighs trembling on my shoulders and his hips flexing, thrusting into the tight seal of my lips.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” he moans, untangling his fingers from the sheets to bury them in my hair, pulling me harder against him, the same way he did when I was licking his nipples.
I suck a little more, swirling my tongue around his cockhead, lapping at his length, stroking him with the flat of my tongue. I palm his sac, rolling his balls in my hand. I’m not sure how sensitive they are, but he grinds himself against my hand, so I must be on the right track.
He whimpers and groans, whispering my name hoarsely over and over. My cock twitches between my legs, aching to grind against him or find a home inside of one of his warm, tight holes.
“Butch.” His hips are jerking faster, his cock throbbing between my lips. “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he shouts, his sac tightening in my hand as his cock pulses against my tongue.
There’s nothing to swallow, but I lap at his dick just the same, stroking him with my tongue, coaxing every twitch and spasm from his sweet little cock while he thrashes and moans and tugs on my hair helplessly. I suck him until he collapses against the bed.
“Holy shit,” he whimpers, his whole body still trembling as I ease off of his cock. It’s still swollen and glistening with my spit, his cockhead dark pink with the flush of his arousal.
“You have a gorgeous cock,” I say gruffly, unable to stop looking at his body, at the sexy blush that’s crept down from his cheeks all the way to his chest, his nipples still pointed and begging for my tongue again.
He lets out a breathless laugh and gives a little shake of his head that almost seems like an involuntary twitch.
“Come here,” he says, crooking his finger before I can double down on the compliment.
I shrug his legs off my shoulders and crawl up to blanket him again, my hard cock lying against his, a dribble of precum slicking his belly.
“There’s one benefit to my dick,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip, his nerves from earlier washed away by the glow of his orgasm. His body is more relaxed now, and so is his smile, his hands roam over me with more confidence too. He gropes my ass and slips his tongue between my lips briefly.
“I can think of a number of benefits,” I say, rocking my hips to grind our cocks together.
His arousal doesn’t seem to have flagged, his breath hitching and his cock jerking against mine.
The slickness of my saliva and the warmth of his skin is a hell of a lot nicer than rubbing my dick raw against his jeans earlier was.
His soft laughter turns into a moan as we start to rock together faster.
I claim his lips in another kiss, licking into his mouth, nothing slow or gentle about it this time.
Percy wraps his legs around my waist, and our movements get wilder, our hands all over each other, my balls slapping against his with every thrust, our grunts and groans muffled around our tongues.
My balls pull tighter, and my cock gets harder and harder, stroking against the silky soft skin of his shaft and his lower belly.
His legs start to tremble around me, and his whimpers get more frantic.
I can’t get enough of him. I want to shove my tongue so deep into his mouth that I’ll never forget the taste of him.
I want to keep him here in my bed until I’ve wrung every filthy sound and breathless cry from his body, and then I want to do it all over again.
He moans into my mouth again and his body quakes underneath me.
He snaps his hips desperately, clawing at my shoulders.
And then his cock starts to spasm and twitch with another orgasm.
I groan with a gut-deep satisfaction and let mine crash over me too.
Hot splashes of my cum drench both our cocks and stick to our bellies as we hump and grind through the waves of dizzying pleasure, panting into each other’s mouths more than kissing now, pawing at each other’s sweat-slicked skin.
I dip my face into the crook of his neck to catch a droplet of his sweat on my tongue as the last few waves of my orgasm rock me, dragging one more guttural moan from my throat. I roll off him so I won’t crush him with my weight, then I wrap my arms around him and pull him into my chest.
“Multiple orgasms,” he mumbles with a dazed laugh.
A tired but proud grin stretches over my lips. “Hell yeah, multiple orgasms.”
Percy chuckles again. “That’s the advantage of my dick.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t take credit?”
“You definitely deserve the credit.” He wiggles out of my grasp and scoots down my body to lap up the cum drying on my skin, even licking up a few droplets still clinging to my oversensitive cock.
“So…” he murmurs, running his hands over my body and nibbling on his bottom lip. “Should I go, or…?”
“Not yet.” I grab his arm and coax him back up. “Nap, and then we’ll hang out some more. It’s still early.”
“Okay.” He settles back down next to me. His body fits perfectly against mine, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this content.
His breathing slows and so does mine, and we slowly drift off.