3. Silas
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SILAS
G raham’s cheeks look hot enough to fry an egg as he sits. The chaise is small, so his arm grazes my knee and inner thigh. “You’re welcome to touch my cock,” I say.
“Maybe,” he whispers.
There’s closeted, and then there’s this —I’m not sure I’ve ever come across this before, and I’m not sure how to play it. I would have bet money he wanted a blow job and maybe a finger in his ass to see how it felt. And who knows? Maybe that’s on the next card.
“You should,” I say, wanting him to.
His gaze overflows with uncertainty.
“Look,” I say, “I won’t bite, and I won’t say no. You know what’s allowed and what isn’t. You know what costs extra. If you’re trying to figure something out, go for it. I’m not gonna judge you or laugh at you. If you have any questions, ask—if you need any help, let me know.”
Graham doesn’t say anything, but his gaze drops to my inner thigh, the one spread open. Without further delay, he brushes the back of his knuckles against the thin, sensitive skin, and I lick my lips when a jolt of sensation pulses through my groin. He repeats the motion a few times before he turns his hand over, unfurls his fingers and lets the tips graze the skin in long strokes from my thigh crease to midway down my quad.
My breath goes shallow when he makes a bolder move and strokes my scrotum, tugging lightly at it between his thumb and forefinger. My cock twitches, lengthens, and lifts an inch off my sac.
“Tell me if I do something wrong,” he whispers.
“You’re fine,” I assure him, though I’d like to take him by the hand and help him get it around my cock. The idea of that is surprisingly appealing. This is starting to remind me of my own first time with a guy. Summer camp—age fourteen. What happens in the cabin stays in the cabin…immature groping and sloppy kisses, sticky sheets and my first taste of cum. Fuck, that was a good two weeks.
It’s never been difficult for me to be gay. Living in New York helps. I’ve never felt alone. My mom was relieved when I came out that summer to her. She said it meant no woman would ever steal me away from her. My cousin Ricardo taught me some self-defense moves I’ve never had to use and hooked me up with a gym membership so I could bulk up. I’ve never felt anything less than supported, but I know I’ve been lucky, and not everyone has it so easy.
“Are you afraid you might not like it?” I ask Graham as his fingertips slide down my thigh.
He glances up at me, and I see the yes written in his green gaze.
“You can always stop if you don’t,” I urge him gently, still wanting that hand on me. This is getting hot.
Once again, using his knuckles to test the waters, he grazes the underside of my shaft, which has lifted even higher with my rising erection.
A shaky sigh escapes him, but I bite back my own. “You’re bigger than me,” he says randomly .
My cock isn’t a monster, but it gets plenty of compliments, though I’m not sure that was one. “Maybe we can compare later,” I say.
Our gazes clash again, and his mouth twitches—almost a smile. “I’ll know for sure once I wrap my hand around it,” he tells me.
“Whenever you’re ready,” I say, failing to keep the strain from my voice.
His brows lift. “You want that?”
“For you to fist my cock? Yeah. I do.”
His face gets red again, but I don’t equivocate or take it back. He can handle it.
Before he does anything else, he uses his other hand to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. Shoving his hand inside, he releases a soft grunt. I watch through the fabric as he squeezes along his own length. When he takes hold of my cock, I gasp. Not because he does it wrong, but because I got distracted.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I breathe, more turned on than I should be. “Fuck yeah.”
His hand is dry, but the way he squeezes and pulls me feels good. He’s slow, though—way too slow. It’s maddening. I get the feeling he’s mapping me out. Matching what he’s doing to himself with the reaction it gets out of me.
It isn’t ten seconds before he shudders and breathes—“I’m gonna come. Fuck…”
Letting go of me, he bends over himself, jerking his release with rapid pulls safe behind the fabric of his pants. When he finally throws his head back, his eyes are glazed, and his lips look bitten raw. His chest heaves, and he slumps to lean back against my bent leg.
I’ve taken to stroking myself as I watch him quiver through his release. He might be about to realize six hours is a very long time .
“I’m gonna assume that means you like it,” I say.
He huffs a breath of a laugh, closing his eyes. “I guess so.”
“You good?”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean…was there anything else you needed from me?”
He looks at his watch then at me. “That was only the third card.”
“What does the fourth one say?” I ask.
He closes his eyes, and bites his lower lip. “Blow him.”
This man is nothing like I expected. It’s almost like, “Are you sure you’re gay?”
“Do you feel like an experiment?” he asks.
“Doesn’t matter how I feel.”
“I’m asking.”
“Okay, then yeah. A little. Not in a bad way,” I add.
“I’m ninety-nine percent sure,” he says. “But how am I supposed to know if I don’t actually like doing—you know—what guys do?”
“You don’t have to like everything,” I tell him.
“But sucking cock?”
I shrug, “I mean…it’s not a prerequisite, but yeah, I guess most gay guys like that.”
“Have you met one who didn’t?” he asks.
“I’m just one person,” I remind him.
“Well, how do you know you’re gay?” he asks.
“Me personally?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve only ever pictured myself with men.”
“I always pictured myself married to a woman,” he says .
“And how far are you planning to take this fake marriage of yours?”
“Jesus. Not that far.”
“What about kids?” I ask. “Isn’t that what good Catholics are supposed to do?”
“IVF was invented for a reason.”
I struggle with this answer. “You’re really not gonna have sex with her?”
He wrinkles his nose, which is incredibly cute, and shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
“You know. Graham. It’s possible not to be attracted to anyone. It’s okay. It doesn’t have to mean?—”
“I am attracted to you, though,” he says emphatically. “And I want to suck your cock.”
“You sure?”
“I won’t be good at it. I realize that—and yeah—I had to make sure I could touch it first before I knew I could—but…this probably makes no sense.”
“It doesn’t have to,” I say.
Trying to understand a thirty-three year old virgin is beyond me. I won’t even pretend to. But he’s extremely adorable, and very confused, and I’ve got a feeling he’ll be better at sucking me than he thinks. “Do you want me to talk you through it?”
“I think so,” he says, sounding dazed.
I can’t help my grin. “Well…for your first time—I’d recommend the classic. Get on your knees.”
Without argument, he sinks to the floor.
I sit up. We reposition until he’s between my legs, eyeing my semi. “Have you gotten a blow job before?” I ask.
He looks up at me with those innocent, altar boy eyes.
“Wow.” He’s blowing my mind. “You know the rules, though, right? No biting.”
“Any other rules?”
I shake my head, dick perking up again at the sight of his full lower lip, wet and puffy from his teeth digging in at random times. He has a nice mouth. While his upper lip isn’t as full, its defined edges give it a perfect shape. “Enthusiasm goes a long way, so do what feels good to you. Don’t hold back.”
With determination setting his features, he gets a grip on my cock and shuffles closer on his knees. I press my hands into the seat cushion, not knowing what to expect. I school my breathing into a steady rate. Too suddenly, his hand twists around my base as his mouth envelops my crown. I gasp.
He groans softly before popping off. “You smell good.”
Jesus, his mouth is wet. I’m gonna like this.
Not waiting for my response, with another, hungrier groan, he takes me deeper and sucks me into his hot, dripping mouth.
Oh…fuck .
My head hits the bed as it drops back with a thud. His drool slides down my sac. He’s slipperier than any lube I’ve ever found, and he’s using all the slide to his advantage, slicking my erection and balls with his hand and mouth.
His breaths are soft, but his short sounds are deep—appreciative. Earnest.
He chokes as he takes me to his throat before backing off to jerk me gently and catch his breath. I lift my head to look at him, and he’s right there, waiting for my glance. “Okay?” he asks.
I nod. I’m very okay.
“Good?”
“Good. It definitely feels like you want it,” I assure him, and I hope I sound convincing. It’s not so much how he’s doing it—it’s the way his mouth feels. I’ve known a lot of mouths, and they’re more or less interchangeable, but his is somehow—better? Wetter, for sure. I watch him wipe his fat lower lip with his thumb, saliva dripping there, too.
“I do want it,” he tells me. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“That’s good,” I breathe, balls pulsing.
“Wanna taste you,” he goes on talking and sucking .
Shit. “Yeah. Okay.”
“You’re beautiful, Silas,” he says.
The praise goes straight to my head. I’m a simp for that shit.
He strokes my slippery cock a few more times and brings his mouth close to my tip again. “Can you come for me?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I can come for you.”
He licks my slit, and my thighs vibrate. He does it again, eliciting a similar result. The third time, he gets a drop of precum for his persistence, and I let out my first noise—a whimper.
Something dark flashes in his eyes as he holds my gaze and sucks me straight to his tonsils. Drool pours from him, and he gathers my balls to jerk against my base. His hand works firmly while his mouth bobs and licks. The suction is intense without being overwhelming. For a minute I bask in it, tempted to run my hands through his hair and offer a discount, but then he changes something. Suddenly, I’m deeper inside him, his tongue’s got me trapped against the roof of his mouth, and it feels like he’s trying to suck the cum straight from my balls.
Pressure around my crown has my hips lifting slightly, and I reflexively grab his hair, panting heavily as he motherfucking deep throats my cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna lose it,” I groan, helpless.
He changes nothing. If anything, he swallows me deeper. When I look down, I see the tip of his nose smashed against my pubic bone, the entire length of my cock inside his mouth. That’s all it takes. I’m done for.
“I’m fucking coming,” I say as heat floods my pelvis, and my balls unload. A sharp contraction sends hot jizz up my shaft. Graham makes a short gagging noise before dislodging me from his throat to swallow spurt after spurt of my cum. Our eyes meet again, and I swear, it’s so hot, my orgasm lasts another fifteen seconds. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.
Before I start to panic, he releases me, but our mess still strings us together. He runs one hand over his mouth while smoothly pulling his other hand up my drenched cock. I shudder— overloaded—and one final gush of cum dribbles from my tip, which looks small, but the wave is strong enough to make my hips jerk.
It’s several seconds before I can catch my breath enough to speak. He stares at me like he’s waiting for a score from the judges. But he’s gotta know, right? I mean—I can tell when I’m giving good head or if I’m having an off night.
He’s gotta know that was a professional level blow job. People pay damn good money for all the things he did there—what he’s capable of. I would know.
The words I finally manage to string together are, “Verdict is—you like sucking cock.“
“Guess that means something about me, huh?” he asks, almost like he’s disappointed he didn’t hate it. “I know Katia’s gonna charge me a fortune for this, but I’d very much like to have sex with you, Silas.”
Sex is included, but yeah, I don’t think I’d mind that either.