CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MATTEO
I found myself sitting on Sean’s couch, staring at nothing, and smiling.
It was safe to say that I hadn’t felt this good in a long time, not since the days of spending mornings at Nana’s house and playing Liszt’s “Lento Placido” for her.
It was her favorite piece because it reminded her of the day she’d met my grandfather.
It was so cold, and the sky was dark and gray.
It was the kind of day that made you run for the warmth of home.
I’d been so focused on getting to the bus stop that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and ran right into his arms as I turned the corner.
In that moment, I forgot just how cold it was and saw only the amusement in his eyes.
My grandparents’ life was a love story and I wished I could have met my grandfather, but he’d died when I was only a few months old. Sometimes a wisp of a memory floated in front of my eyes, but it was gone when I tried to reach for it. All I had were her stories and pictures of him.
As I sat here caught in a state of peace, the similarities between my grandparents and Sean and I wasn’t lost on me.
He’d shown me a nice afternoon around the city, I’d gotten to play–not nearly enough, of course–and had experienced the best orgasm of my life to wrap up the evening.
Despite the darkness outside the window, everything appeared brighter as if the lights of heaven were surrounding me.
In his drafty apartment, I was cozy wearing the flannel he’d given me for Christmas, and lazing in the comfortable couch, surrounded by the scent of extinguished incense while the arctic moved in outside.
There was only one thing that could make me happier than I was at this moment.
He’d left for work several hours ago, the beat of the music under my feet reminding me where I was and who I was living with.
I’d come a long way from suffering at the hands of my parents to finding the strength to leave home.
I’d survived three years on my own and with January coming to a close, it was only a few more months until my twenty-first birthday.
I’d be free to pursue a musical career and live as my authentic self, free from the fear of repercussions from the people that were supposed to love me.
The only question was: Where did Sean fit into my life?
Everything had happened so suddenly. He wasn’t a hook-up for me, and I’d known that going in last night. But whether he was a friend with benefits or something more was yet to be determined.
I tried to focus on the book in my hands, but my mind kept bouncing back to Sean.
I remembered what his skin felt like, warm and smooth in some spots while others were rough where his hair was thick.
His cock had pulsed in my hand, the purple tip oozing with pre-cum.
Touching another man’s privates was oddly magical despite having played with my own dick countless times.
I could still smell him, a strange mix of sex and soap that I found intoxicating.
And the sound of his grunts and groans as he ejaculated all over my hand made me desperate to do it again and again.
Maybe I’d do things I hadn't last night, such as sucking his cock into my mouth just to see what he tasted like, and twirling my tongue around it until he begged me to stop.
The jingle of an incoming text message widened my smile.
SEAN: Damn, brat. What did U do to me? All I can think about is rushing upstairs and dragging U into my bed.
ME: How presumptuous of you.
SEAN: Tell me you’re not thinking the same thing.
I put the phone down and dragged my hand through my hair. I’d gotten a lick of the forbidden apple of knowledge, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted a bite, I wanted to swallow the damn thing whole and then I planned to work my way through the entire tree.
I decided I liked being honest with him and detailed how I wanted to use his body for my pleasure like a guinea pig. I told him I wanted him to show me how to properly suck a cock. Just as I’d said, it was easy being honest over texts. Before I could go into further detail, he responded.
SEAN: Well, at least this is one job it’s considered normal to walk around with a hard-on.
ME: I wish I could do some of those things right now. But I know you need to work. Confession time: I like distracting you.
SEAN: Idea: Take a nap so you’re not tired when I get home. I’ll let U suck my cock to your heart's content.
I wanted to respond but I knew I’d never stop if I didn’t put the phone down. It was a good idea to take a nap so that I had some energy for when he got home at two in the morning. I’d always been an early riser, so staying up late messed up my internal clock.
I wandered into his room, took a seat on his bed, and bounced a little.
I craned my head around, noting a wall scroll depicting a tiger hanging on one wall.
On top of his dresser was a CD player and beside it was a CD tower.
Curious, I slid a jewel case out of the slot: Alanis Morisette.
I put it into the player and turned the volume on low as music thrummed softly.
I peeled my clothes off and laid in Sean’s bed, his scent in his pillows and blankets. I fell asleep to the hum of the music. When it ended, I got up and put another CD into the player.
The hours slipped by quicker than I’d imagined and through the haze of sleep, I heard Sean come home followed by the hiss of the shower.
I waited for him with a half-chub, anticipation getting the blood flowing.
The water cut off with a squeal of the knob and it was a while before he entered his bedroom in nothing but a black towel around his hips.
He glanced at his dresser where jewel cases were scattered about. “I see you found my music collection.”
“Interesting mix,” I murmured. “I like Alanis Morrisette.”
“Yeah, she’s amazing,” he said softly and sat down next to me. He slapped my thigh. “So, I wanted to talk about something. Remember when I mentioned my Catholic guilt?”
“You don’t have to worry. I don’t feel guilty about having sex with you. Maybe I should, but I don’t. What do you suppose that means?”
He stroked his beard, his brow wrinkled. “I don’t know. I guess the process is different for everyone.”
I kissed his bicep. “I do know one thing. I’m going to have to go to confession after the things I do to you tonight.”
He tossed his head back and laughed. In this moment, caught between joviality and arousal, he was beautiful like sheet music, slightly cryptic but elegant.
I pulled him into me and kissed him slowly, taking the time to savor his lips, tasting toothpaste. I shoved him onto the bed, ripped away the towel from his hips and grinned as his cock stood straight.
Swallowing a lump, I sank to my knees and gripped his thighs, watching as his dick bounced in front of me. I slid my attention to him, noting his parted lips and hooded eyes.
It turned out that I didn’t need much schooling in the ways of sucking cock. It came down to wanting to do it to him specifically and enjoying myself as I made him squirm and grunt. You have to enjoy something to do it well.
I’d come to love the feel of him stretching my lips and craved the salty taste of his arousal. My technique wasn't perfect, but I had a feeling I’d improve from the copious amount of practice I intended to partake in.
He came forcefully, half of it dribbling down my chin and gagging me but it was all fun and games. I’d always thought a small part of me wouldn’t enjoy oral and though it wasn’t completely pleasant, the cock I’d just brought to orgasm being attached to Sean made the experience memorable.
I was a complete mess and grinned in satisfaction at him.
He growled, threw me in bed, then showed me what it was like to be deepthroated.
I came down his throat, wracked with pleasure so intense my body shook and my cries echoed in his bedroom.
He was way too smug about it and I made a silent promise I’d get payback.
We settled in bed.
“Next day off,” he murmured, his hand running up and down my arm as if he enjoyed the feeling of my skin. “I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Sex dungeon?” I teased, listening to the tha-dump of his heart.
He vibrated with laughter under me. “Pace yourself. No, there is something I want to show you, but I don’t want to tell you and get your hopes up if it doesn’t work.”
“You’re not making a lot of sense right now. Guess, I blew your mind in addition to blowing your cock,” I said. I never imagined slinging zingers with someone could be so wonderful.
He sighed dramatically, but I knew he was amused. “In any case, next day off, you’re tagging along with me.”
“Fine,” I said and closed my eyes.
What a perfect way to fall asleep. I could see myself doing this in the future, maybe for the rest of my life.