The Here and Now #2
He tensed as soon as he said it. I did too.
Whatever was happening between us, it came with a clock, and the hands counted down with ruthless persistence.
I hadn’t been worried the first time we hung out.
At that point, he had been a stranger who made me smile, but now?
I’d be lying if I denied the fuzzy feelings that came with every thought of him.
I didn’t want to think about the future, not yet. Like Sammy’s meditation, I tried to take inventory of the here and now—the here and now, where he sat across from me with white frosting in his beard.
“You have something—” I pointed to the corner of my mouth.
He stuck his tongue out, searching for the white cream.
“Other side.”
No luck.
I swung my legs around and crawled across the blanket. With a flick of the finger, I wiped the white frosting from his beard. Our last time alone had ended with a chaste kiss. I held still, half straddling his legs. I could retreat to the safety of my side, or I could take my chances.
The here and now.
I leaned in, and he pulled back.
“One moment.” He licked his fingers clean before grabbing a napkin. “Damn whoopie pies.” He cleaned his face, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.
“Okay, go ahead.”
“You good?”
“So good.”
I crawled over him until he lay back. Leaning in, I successfully kissed him.
Sammy’s hands moved to my head, cupping my cheeks as we engaged in a feverish game of tug-of-war.
The other night required willpower to walk away.
I wanted nothing more than to chase him indoors and strip the clothes off his back.
Tonight, self-restraint wouldn’t prevent me from seeing him naked.
It wasn’t subtle as I reached for his waistband, pulling at the button and zipper. His eyes widened, but I didn’t hear him complain. I couldn’t wait to strip him as I slid my hand into his briefs. Wrapping my hand around the softness of his cock, I kissed him again.
He wasn’t soft for long.
Sammy lifted his ass off the blanket, awkwardly trying to shimmy down his jeans. It was almost comical how I eagerly stripped him. I’d have to talk to him about wearing sweatpants in the future. Gray, of course. Easy access, and then he’d have to fight me off.
“Let me help.” I let go of that stiffening cock. I leaned back, holding his legs in the air. First his sneakers, then I pulled his jeans off one leg, then the other. Underwear, what underwear? I tossed them all to the side.
“Not my usual picnic,” he said with a laugh.
“Get used to it,” I said. “I never say no to dessert.”
With only a shirt and socks, he looked perfect. I didn’t let go of his legs as I dragged my fingertips down his calves to his thick thighs. I wanted to memorize every groove where his muscles met. He lay on his back, eyes closed as I enjoyed myself.
For a moment, I imagined his legs on my shoulders, my cock buried inside him. Sammy might not be ready for that. I hoped he’d be okay with the roles in reverse, not that I hadn’t been thinking about it for days.
“Amazing,” he said. He let out a gasp as I gripped his hardening cock. “Even better,” he whispered.
I dropped his legs and climbed between them.
I was already bursting at the seams, and if I didn’t watch myself, I’d chafe.
Despite the hope for a sore tomorrow, I wanted to focus on worshipping this beautiful man.
It was hard to worry about where our friendship would end up.
Staring at his cock pointing to the stars, I had more pressing matters in hand.
I rested my cheek against his thigh, close enough to his package that I could smell the musk.
It wasn’t the same tentative touching as before.
Sammy’s timidness had been replaced with a relaxed demeanor.
I thought it had been nerves from the first time being with a man, but perhaps it was more about his first time with me?
Either situation, I wanted him comfortable… naked… but comfortable.
I pushed forward, and the tip of my tongue touched his testicles.
I moved back and forth, taking the skin between my teeth and giving it a gentle pull.
Every time I licked from the bottom, he squirmed.
When I reached his shaft, he held his breath.
He might not be saying it out loud, but his body spoke for him. Who was I to argue with a sexy man?
I pushed up onto my elbows and crawled further up his body. I let the stubble along my face brush against his testicles. He squirmed, almost flinching. If I had known I’d get that reaction, I’d have grown it out sooner. I hovered over his cock, watching his face as I exhaled.
He bit his bottom lip.
Another time, I’d drag out the teasing until he writhed.
I hoped we had another time. If this was our last, I wanted to make it memorable, and that had nothing to do with sex.
I opened my mouth, watching his face as I swallowed the head.
The flat of my tongue ran along the underside of his shaft as I slid further down.
His head turned to the side as he let out a grunt.
I pulled back an inch, pausing. His hips bucked, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. He reached for the back of my head, not pushing, but giving the signal that he wanted more. Whatever he figured out about himself, it didn’t get in the way of wanting my mouth around his cock.
I sank to the base, no longer holding back.
He moaned. I continued bobbing up and down, ensuring my tongue swirled around his head before burying my nose in his groin.
There’d be another time. I told myself it couldn’t end here, not when my imagination had concocted dozens of fantasies I wanted to play out… with him.
I pulled off his cock, pushing myself onto my hands.
“Want to try something new?”
Sammy’s eyes opened, his eyebrow moving up his forehead. The smirk answered for him. If that didn’t give it away, the throbbing did.
“Sure.”
I climbed to my feet, wiping the saliva from my mouth. I pulled the shirt over my head, and Sammy sat up, doing the same. As I reached for my shorts, I was painfully aware of his gaze. As I slid them down my thighs, he watched as if I were performing a striptease.
“Let me,” he whispered.