Chapter 9 On the Sabbath, They Rested #3
Leaning forward, Drew lapped at the head of Zach’s cock.
Salt and musk burst over his tongue and he found he rather liked the taste.
He tongued at the slit again, hoping for more, and was rewarded with another drop of precum.
He twirled his tongue around the head a few times, then sucked the tip into his mouth.
Above him, Zach moaned softly and combed his fingers through Drew’s hair. “So good, sweetness.”
Feeling a little more confident, he bobbed his head a little, taking more and more of Zach’s cock into his mouth.
Saliva dripped from his lips and ran down the outside of Zach’s shaft, and Drew wrapped his hand around the base and used that to slick the way as he pumped him slowly.
At one point, the head of Zach’s cock nudged against the very back of his mouth, at the entrance of his throat, and he had to pull back as he coughed and gagged.
Once he caught his breath, he tried again, and soon got comfortable with the idea of a cock being so deep in his mouth.
He bobbed down even deeper, thinking maybe he could try and take it into his actual throat.
He’d watched porn heaps of times and the recipient always seemed to enjoy deep throating, and he wanted Zach to get as much pleasure from this as he could.
Suddenly Zach hissed, and he gently pulled Drew off his cock.
“What is it? What did I do wrong?” Drew asked, worried.
“I got snagged on your teeth,” Zach said, wincing.
Drew frowned and rubbed at his jaw, which was aching from being held open so wide. “I thought I was keeping them out of the way.”
“Not your front teeth . . . your molars.”
“Oh. Um. I don’t think I can make them go any wider.”
Zach huffed out a soft laugh. “Yeah, that’s kind of physically impossible.”
“So how do I deep throat you without hurting you?”
“Some positions can make it easier, like if you’re on your back on the edge of a bed, but I don’t think that’ll help here, sweetness. I think your jaw is too small. I don’t think I’ll actually fit between your back teeth to get anywhere near your throat.”
Feeling dejected, Drew sank down until he was sitting on his heels. “But how will I make you feel good?”
Zach cupped his cheek and stroked Drew’s face with his thumb. “You already were. I don’t need you to take me all the way down your throat to feel good.”
“But everyone loves being deep throated!” Drew objected.
Zach shrugged. “It is good, but it’s not the be-all and end-all of blowjobs, sweetness. I think a lot of it’s more about how it looks than how it feels. Most of the nerve endings are around the head of my cock, so there’s not quite as much stimulation when I’m being deep throated.”
Drew’s eyes narrowed. He suddenly understood Zach’s flare of possessiveness earlier. He did not enjoy the thought of someone else deep throating his angel.
Zach caught the change of expression and hurried to add. “What you were doing felt amazing, Drew. I don’t need anything more from you. If you don’t like giving head, you don’t have to do it at all.”
“I do like it,” Drew protested. “Apparently I just suck at it.”
“Hey, none of that,” Zach chided. “You’re doing great. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. It takes practice, but for your first time, I have absolutely no complaints, okay?”
“Okay,” Drew agreed begrudgingly.
“Did you want to keep going? As I said, you don’t have to.”
Drew pushed himself back up to his knees. “Yes, I want to keep going. Just as long as it does feel good and you’re not just saying it does to make me feel better.”
“I swear, I won’t lie to you, Drew,” Zach vowed. “It really does feel amazing.”
Feeling better, Drew bent his head back to the task, concentrating on the head and crown with his mouth and using his hand for the rest. He found that Zach was most vocal when he flicked his tongue against his frenulum and tongued at his slit.
He did that as often as he could, loving the salty bursts he was rewarded with along with the pants and moans.
A few minutes later, Zach tried to urge him off once more. “I’m close,” he gasped.
Drew shook him off and kept going. As much as he appreciated the offer, he loved the taste of Zach’s precum and wanted to taste all of him.
He hollowed his cheeks and sucked gently on the head, and Zach thrust shallowly into his mouth.
The head of his cock was smooth and slick against Drew’s tongue, and he was leaking constantly.
Then Zach cried out and shuddered, and Drew’s mouth was flooded with cum.
Oh. Oh, dear.
It wasn’t the taste that was the problem, but the feel of it.
Drew had always been sensitive to textures of foods, and having a mouth full of hot sticky cum was much, much worse than he’d anticipated.
Zach was still pulsing over his tongue when Drew gagged and yanked himself off.
He turned to the side and, much to his mortification, threw up the entire contents of his stomach onto the ground.
They must have looked a right sight—Zach, pantsless and panting, his spent cock laying against his T-shirt, and Drew, red-faced and on his knees, retching into the grass.
He was going to die of embarrassment, he just knew it.
Just as soon as he got his roiling stomach under control.
He sighed internally. Those fish and chips had been really good.
Pity they weren’t anywhere near as nice on the way back up.
A hand settled on his back and rubbed soothing circles. “You okay?” Zach asked once Drew had gone an entire thirty seconds without barfing.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” Drew cried, unable to even look at Zach.
“Hey, it’s okay, I swear. Come here,” Zach urged and pulled him up into his lap. He’d not gotten dressed again as yet and Drew kept his eyes down, looking at the contrast between the hair on Zach’s thighs and the denim of his own jeans.
To make matters even worse, Drew felt his throat begin to burn and tears sting at his eyes. For fuck’s sake, hadn’t he cried enough for one day? If he didn’t already, Zach was going to think he really was a loser now.
“Sweetness, please don’t be upset,” Zach soothed, holding him close.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Drew half wailed, turning and burying his face against his angel’s chest.
“Don’t be. It was your first time. It’s a learning curve, okay? You’ll learn what you like and what you don’t, and next time will be even better.”
“Next time? You really want there to be a next time when blowing you caused me to throw up?”
“Of course I do, but only if you want to try again. BJs aren’t for everyone.”
“I was so looking forward to it,” Drew told him. “I can’t believe I’m such a loser.”
“You’re not, and I won’t have you saying things like that about yourself.
Real life isn’t like porn or romance novels.
Not everyone likes to swallow. Hell, a lot of people don’t like giving head at all, or if they do, they use it as foreplay and don’t continue until climax.
There is nothing wrong with you.” He pressed a kiss to Drew’s temple.
“You made me feel so good, and I’m the one who’s sorry it made you sick. ”
“I just wanted it to be perfect.”
“And it was, because it was you and me,” Zach assured him. “Please don’t be upset.”
Drew sighed and settled himself even closer against Zach’s chest. He was feeling slightly better about the whole thing, so long as he didn’t look over to the right and see the puddle of vomit on the ground. Ew, were those carrots? When had he eaten carrots? He didn’t remember those . . .
After a few minutes, they heard voices nearby, and they were both jolted back to the reality of the situation. Yes, they were off the laneways, but they were still in a public place, and Zach was still half naked.
“I guess I should get dressed,” Zach said, giving Drew one more squeeze before he climbed off his lap.
“Probably for the best,” Drew agreed.
As Zach dressed, they both went to great pains to ignore the soggy return of Drew’s lunch, which was beginning to attract a colony of ants. Zach took Drew’s hand in his and led the way through the grove of trees and back to the laneway. “I suppose we should be heading back to the dock,” he said.
Drew nodded. “Yeah, the ferry will be here soon.” He paused and then sighed. “I really am sorry. It’s not how I wanted that to go.”
“I know it’s not, but it really is alright. When we get home, you can have a warm shower, we can order some takeout, and have a nice relaxing evening. Maybe I can even return the favour if you’re up for it?”
Drew gave him a wry smile. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem. I’m always up for your mouth on me.”
Zach grinned and leaned in to kiss him, but then pulled back at the last second and kissed his cheek instead.
“Urgh, yeah, sorry about that,” Drew said with a wince. “I wonder if anyone waiting for the ferry will have a mint on them?”