13. Gabe
13
GABE
“ W hat’s the be—”
Brooklyn kissed me again, and I realized how dumb my question was.
This kiss was softer than the previous one, but just as hot. His lips were like satin, sliding against mine until I opened up. His tongue slipped into my mouth tentatively, almost like he was afraid of what I would do.
I opened up further. If he thought I wanted to take things slow, he was going to be disappointed. Kissing was nice. Better than nice, really. It was amazing, and another time I would have wanted to stop and think about how I could feel so relaxed yet thrilled at the same time. But right now, all I wanted was more of Brooklyn, on me, in me, everywhere.
He shifted, his body rubbing along mine. His erection pressed against me, digging into my stomach, and I wondered if I’d ever felt anything that turned me on as much. My cock, which had never really gone soft during our whole conversation, sprang to life with a vengeance.
Brooklyn’s hands went to my shoulders, and he flipped me over so I was lying on top of him, before sliding them down to the hem of my shirt. He looked into my eyes and gave my shirt an experimental tug, the unasked question plain. I nodded, wondering if he could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I felt a bit exposed when he stripped my shirt off and ran his hands up my back. It must have shown on my face.
“It’s okay to be a little nervous,” he whispered. “And you can stop me whenever you want.”
“I know.” I rolled my eyes. “You said that last time, remember?”
“Yeah, I do. And you told me to be insatiable. I remember.”
“Good.” I bit my lip. “But, um, thanks for checking.”
Brooklyn’s hand went to the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss as he rolled us over again. His lips traveled down to my throat, and I inhaled sharply when he sucked on my neck. Fuck, that felt good. I brought my hands to his chest, trying to undo the buttons on his shirt, but my fingers felt clumsy.
“What is this, like, childproofed?” I asked.
He slid his legs to either side of my hips and pushed himself up so he was kneeling. He grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly. “Don’t worry. You’ll get better with practice.”
I gasped when he shrugged his shirt off. I’d never seen him shirtless before, and he was in way better shape than I’d imagined. Not that I wouldn’t have been attracted to him anyway, but I’d been imagining him as sort of soft and comfortable, not in possession of washboard abs and lean muscles in his chest.
“I hope that’s a good gasp,” he said, smiling down at me.
“It’s a very good gasp.” I cocked my head to the side against the mattress. “I think I’m just surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go to the gym.”
Brooklyn laughed, then leaned down and kissed my neck. “I don’t. But between riding my bike everywhere, getting chased around by kids or customers at my two jobs, and eating on a grad student’s budget, I’m not really packing a lot of extra weight.”
“It looks…good on you.” I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush.
“Glad you approve.”
I let my hands roam across his back and chest, reveling in the feel of his skin, so warm and smooth. His body was different and new, not like anyone I’d been with before, but I liked it. It was hard and muscular in unexpected places, and I didn’t want to stop exploring him.
He brought his hands down to either side of my face, balancing on his elbows and letting his chest press into mine. Then he kissed me, deeply, and I felt this sweetness, this glow that I couldn’t quite describe. Something I’d never felt before, and never wanted to stop feeling.
I caressed Brooklyn’s shoulders and neck as he kissed his way down my chest. He licked his way over to my left nipple and swirled it around with his tongue, which felt nice. Then he sucked it into his mouth and bit it, gently. A moan escaped me, coming from deep within. That had felt more than nice.
He glanced up at me, his eyes fiery with desire.
“All good?”
“Yeah,” I panted. “Fuck, I just—no one’s ever done that to me before? Jesus, tell me all of gay sex is this good.”
“All of gay sex?” Brooklyn chucked. “Oh honey, you have no idea.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, wanted to say something snarky in response, but he was already face-down on my chest again, making his way to my other nipple while his fingers played with the first, and it was damn hard to concentrate. I knew he was just calling me ‘ honey ’ the way I called him ‘ babe ,’ to tease me. But I couldn’t deny the warmth that had flooded my body at his words.
Brooklyn worked his way down my stomach, and it was all I could do not to tangle my hands in his hair. He glanced up after kissing my skin just above the waistline of my pants.
“Okay if I take these off?” His voice was as sweet as the look in his hazel eyes.
“Yeah.” I smiled. “But only if yours come off too.”
“Fair enough.” He grinned as he slid off of me and wiggled his hips slightly as he pulled his jeans down. I could see his erection pressing up against the fabric of his briefs. “It’s not like I was desperate to take them off or anything, but I suppose I can bear it if it makes you happy.”
“You’re too kind. Hey, wait—” I leaned up on my elbows as Brooklyn started to step back to the bed. I looked pointedly at his waist. “You forgot something.”
“Bossy,” Brooklyn smiled. “I was going to go slow, but, hey, if you insist.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slid the fabric down, revealing the most gorgeous, hard cock I’d ever seen. And, okay, I hadn’t exactly seen a lot of them at this point in life. But I’d just spent the past half hour watching a gangbang online and I still thought Brooklyn was beautiful.
“Fuck,” I whispered. I realized, then, that I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted to feel that in my hands. And in my mouth. And, let’s be honest, probably in my ass.
“Good fuck or bad fuck?”
“You know what kind of fuck it is. Get back over here.”
He climbed back onto the bed, leaning in to kiss me deeply before unzipping my pants and pulling them off. My cock was still determined to make its presence known, pressing against the fabric of my boxer briefs.
Brooklyn stroked my thigh and looked up at me. “These too?”
I nodded. “Those too.”
His touch was gentle and attentive as he slid my boxer briefs down and let my erection spring free. I felt a moment’s panic. What if I wasn’t what he expected, somehow? Too small, too large, too thin, too fat. What if I wasn’t what he wanted? But it didn’t last long.
Brooklyn crawled on top of me, covering my entire body with his own, and pressed a kiss to my lips. I opened my mouth to him, desperate to feel some part of him inside me. His tongue tangled with mine like he was savoring the way I tasted.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered as he pulled back just an inch, his lips so close to mine I could have touched them if I’d lifted my head. “And beautiful. And gorgeous. And so brave, for letting me see you. Not that there was any reason to worry, but, hey, I remember my first time with a guy. I thought I was going to puke from nerves.”
He brushed a strand of hair off my forehead, staring down at me with the strangest mix of kindness and desire, and I realized that I felt safe. That was the feeling I’d gotten earlier, that sweet warmth that had snuck up on me. Safe wasn’t a word I associated with sex. It wasn’t a word I’d ever thought I needed. But I liked the way it felt.
Our cocks brushed against each other as Brooklyn moved on top of me, thrusting against my groin. His movements were powerful, but restrained, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like for him to be thrusting into me, not just against me. He kept one hand on my face, brushing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, and began to stroke us together with his other hand.
I bucked up into him. I couldn’t help it. I’d wanted to do that when he’d sucked on my nipples and just barely had the presence of mind to hold back. This time, I just let go.
Fuck, Brooklyn was hot. His body was so masculine, all planes and angles, and I loved feeling it on top of me. I ground my dick towards him as he pumped us together, moaning at how good it felt.
“Hey, there’s no rush.” He smiled. “We have all night.”
I glared at him. “Maybe there’s no rush for you. You’re older and you’ve done this a million times. But in case you’ve forgotten, this is kind of a big deal for me.”
Brooklyn laughed. “Sorry your first time with a guy has to be with a haggard crypt-keeper.”
“Shut up, you know what I meant.”
“You’re surprisingly demanding for someone who’s so new at this,” he whispered. His tongue found my ear and gave it a long lick before he pulled the lobe into his mouth, tugging on it. “But since I can see we’re not going to get anywhere until you calm down…”
He let the words trail off and kissed his way lower again, lingering on my stomach. I wanted to scream, to beg for him to just suck me off already, but he seemed determined to take his time, kissing my hips now, then pushing my legs apart and kissing my inner thighs.
It felt like my entire body was turned on, lit up with electricity passing from his mouth to my skin. Brooklyn licked his way along my thighs until finally, finally , his hand circled the base of my shaft and he brought my cock to his mouth.
I was so turned on now that it twitched when he touched it, and he laughed, low and sweet. Then he began to lick me, just the head at first, swirling his tongue around it. I moaned in response.
My moans only grew louder as he licked up and down the length of my shaft, using the flat part of his tongue to bathe me in heat, getting me wet. Every time he made it back to the top, he twirled his tongue around my tip, and I groaned. My hips thrust up involuntarily. It was the best blow job I’d ever gotten, and I desperately wanted to feel all of his mouth on me.
“Patience is a virtue,” Brooklyn said, placing his free hand on my hip in a clear gesture to stop bucking up against him.
He placed his lips on the head of my cock then and slid it into his mouth slowly. It was hot and wet and velvet soft as my length slid in. He sucked in his cheeks on either side and let his tongue stimulate the sensitive underside as he brought me in and out of his mouth. His hand pumped along in rhythm with his lips.
I groaned again, so close to the edge, and gripped the comforter tightly in my hands. “Fuck, Brooklyn, I’m gonna come.”
He looked up at me and smiled, then pulled his mouth off my cock and kissed his way back up my body.
“Why’d you stop?” I asked. My voice sounded dangerously close to a whine, but I didn’t care. I’d been so close.
“Who’s in charge of teaching Gay 101, you or me?”
He grinned, then reached across me to open a drawer in his nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube. He squirted some into his hand and held it above my cock, just millimeters away from my skin.
“I’m putting this on your performance evaluation at the end of the semester.”
Brooklyn’s eyes sparkled. “Careful. Then you might never make it to Gay 201. And that,” he broke off to ghost his lips across mine, “would be a real shame.”
I moaned and arched my back as he stroked our cocks together again. Precum leaked from both of our tips, and between that and the lube, everything was hot and wet and so fucking good. The sight of my cock in his strong hand, the feeling of it rubbing against his, was incredible.
“Fuck, bro, I’m gonna come,” I moaned.
Brooklyn let out another throaty chuckle and brought his lips to my ear, licking it once more before whispering, “Come for me, Gabe.”
It was dark and dirty and demanding, and fuck if it didn’t work, sending the orgasm that had been building in my body into overdrive. It was so fucking hot, Brooklyn’s eyes so focused, his body on top of mine, his hand clutching the two of us together. I let go, groaning as I climaxed, pleasure crashing over me in waves.
I spilled onto my chest and stomach while Brooklyn pumped the two of us, and I saw the moment his own orgasm began. His eyes fluttered shut for an instant before locking onto mine as he released, shooting ropes of cum down onto me. That was hot too, and another time, I might have wondered what that said about me, how much it turned me on to let a man come on my chest. For now, I was too blissed out to care.
I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, as his stroking slowed to a halt. He smiled softly and then bent down to kiss my chest gently, licking up the cum where it had fallen. Jesus, if I’d thought watching him come on me had been hot, I didn’t have words to describe the intense longing I felt as he licked us clean.
My hands reached for him, grabbing his shoulders. I pulled him up and tugged him towards me, bringing his lips down to lock onto mine. I needed to feel him, needed to taste him, and when his salty tongue connected with my own, a shiver ran through me. I was tasting both of us.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered when he pulled back. I could barely breathe, and my head was swimming. “Holy fuck.”
“You okay?” Brooklyn balanced on one elbow, looking down at me.
“Okay? Okay ? I’m fucking amazing. I can’t believe—I mean, is that what it’s always like? With a guy?”
“I don’t know, honestly. I’m not in your head. But I can tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And I think you did too.” He laughed. “Though I’m pretty sure no one’s ever said, ‘Bro, I’m gonna come , ’ to me before. So that was new.”
I flushed. “Sorry. It just came out.”
Brooklyn kissed me lightly. “It’s okay. It was kind of cute.”
“Only kind of cute? I’ll have to think of something else to say next time.”
He smiled. “So you want there to be a next time?”
“God, yes.” I blinked. “If you do, that is. Fuck, that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. One of, at least, if not the most.”
“I definitely do.” Brooklyn tilted his head to the side. “It’s okay to feel a little overwhelmed, though. Or confused. And it’s okay to compare it to sex with women too. You don’t have to decide which you like more or anything.”
“I know, I just—” I laughed, the strangest feeling of heat flooding me. “Fuck, I think you broke my brain.”
“Excellent.” He grinned. “Though if you think that was good, just wait until we move further through the syllabus.”
“I can’t even imagine.” A laugh escaped me.
“What?”
“I was just thinking. Are you still going to insist on sleeping on the air mattress tonight?”
“It seems like such a shame to buy it and then not really use it. Poor little guy probably feels unloved. I almost feel bad for it.” Brooklyn looked down at me and smiled. “But not that bad.”