Chapter 19 #2
Des doesn’t have to be brave with me. I held his hand during chemo, and he let me collapse into him when I lost my wife.
I bring my hand back to his crotch, holding his gaze. I cradle his ball and give him a nod that has thirty years of friendship behind it.
“What does it feel like?” he asks.
“Sexy.” The strangeness fades away, and I’m left with Des, same as ever.
“When I’m with other people, I usually have them avoid…that area. And I still can make them come.” His confident smirk slips for a beat. “People are either curious or horrified. Or they feel bad for me. I don't like people feeling bad for me.”
“I like it. It’s strong. Powerful. Virile.” I slink down and lick down his shaft to his scrotum. I play with it, soaking in the salty taste of him. “It’s proof that you beat cancer. You’re still standing. You fought back the cruelest disease on the planet and won. You’re full of power.”
I swirl my tongue around his ball. It’s another chapter in the story of Des, a tome I wish to keep reading. He lets out the guttural moan of someone finally able to enjoy an old sensation again.
“What does it feel like for you?” I ask.
“I don’t notice anymore. My sac has tightened up. Sorry if that’s graphic.”
“It’s not.”
“I’m still able to perform. Oddly enough, having one has made me much hornier. Maybe because I know I could lose it at any moment, so I have to keep using it.”
“Live every moment. Bust every nut.”
“I only think about it when other people notice. So I do what I can not to make them notice.”
I kiss along his scrotum. “I like noticing. I like knowing everything about you.”
We trade one of those silent looks that speaks volumes. Love and gratitude emanate from him. I travel back up his shaft and take his cock in my mouth, letting its heat and bitterness envelop me.
“You know you’re giving a blow job right now?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“First time you’re doing this.”
“Mm-hmm,” I say through strokes and slurps. “How am I doing?”
“You’re going to receive an effusive comment card afterward. How does it feel giving head for the first time?”
“I like it,” I say, smiling against his thick cock. I like that it’s Des’s cock I’m sucking, that we are closer than ever before.
Having a dick in my mouth doesn’t feel as strange as I expect because it’s Des.
We’re best friends. And friends do weird, unexpected shit with each other and can laugh about it after.
I bob up and down on his thickness while Des runs a gentle hand through my hair, very gently guiding me. Electricity crackles between us.
“Yes. Oh baby.” He twists and moans under my touch. Des arches his back to push his cock farther down my throat. “Keep doing that.”
I stroke and suck him, just thinking about what I would like. Just wanting all of Des, wanting to do anything to make him utter those sexy sounds.
He pulls back, and my mouth feels sad and cavernous without his dick.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing. I want to join in on the fun.”
“You’re not that flexible.”
He sits up and adjusts me to lay parallel to him on the bed. His cock is shiny and hard and sticking up in the dark of night. He spins his body around to put us in prime sixty-nine position.
“Two orgasms with one position,” he says.
At this angle, I can rake my eyes over his muscular chest and flat stomach.
He has the slightest gut, but also the faintest abs, as if he’s standing on the pinpoint edge of middle age.
His body has an overall thickness to it—some fat, some muscle, some that just comes with age.
“Hey, my cock is down there,” he says with a wink.
Before I can say another word, his mouth is on me, sucking my still insanely hard cock. I go back to burying his cock down my throat. I see if I can fit the whole thing in my mouth. Doing that makes him groan against my cock, sending scorching vibrations of need through my body.
My body tingles with the feel of his hot, wet mouth sucking me off. The orgasm begins to crest in me, surging through my balls.
“Taste so damn good,” he utters with heavy breaths.
I pray that all of my kids are deep in a REM cycle because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop before I come. Des has so taken possession of my body. His bitter precome soaks my tongue. I graze my fingers over his muscular, tree-trunk thighs.
I rock my hips to thrust inside his mouth while my tongue circles his firm cockhead. Des drags a finger to my ass, opening up electrifying new sensations for me.
I can only hold out so much. I want this to last forever. I want to continue giving this man pleasure, all the pleasure he can handle. My legs shake with impending release; his thighs tense under my touch.
“Come for me,” I say.
“Baby. I want to taste you so bad.”
I shake with lust and heat as my balls draw up and empty themselves into Des’s mouth. He thrusts his cock inside me as he shoots come down my throat. I swallow all of it.
We collapse back on the bed, catching our breaths, finding center. I am completely spent. I gave everything I had to my husband.
My husband. I love calling him that.
The silence stretches, comfortable but charged. The air hums with everything unspoken.
I stare at the ceiling long after the lights are out, after we cleaned ourselves up and put on our pajamas. Des returns to the position that started all of this mischief: spooning me. Pulling me so close I can feel the faint thump of heartbeat against my back.
I listen to the rhythm of his breathing beside me, wondering how long I can keep pretending my heart isn’t completely tangled up in him.