Chapter Six #2
“It’s actually not, not really. It’s just good taste, but it’s not something guys really ever admit to. It’s not manly.”
“Not manly?” He looked back at me. “The dude fight ROUSes in the Fire Swamp. He climbs the Cliffs of Despair and has an epic sword fight at the top. What the hell is not manly about that.”
“He’s doing it all for love.”
“What’s wrong with that? Isn’t that the point? I mean chivalry existed because of the idea of romantic ideal love.”
“Because love is an icky emotion. And also, most manly men have a little trouble with understanding the difference between romantic and brotherly love. It’s not always gay. But they don’t get that.”
“Losers.”
The laugh was loud in the room. “Yeah, they are.”
It didn’t take long for Andrej to turn around and lean on my chest. “Kiss?”
“You sure do like those kisses,” I answered.
“Yes. I like the way they made me feel.”
I slipped down the bed a bit and pulled him so he was laying in the crook of my arm and happily obliged his request. He really was a good kisser, and he could both lead and follow and just really enjoyed it.
Couldn’t argue, honestly. His lips were warm and soft, and he tasted mostly like mint he stole from the bowl on the way out of the restaurant and the chocolate chip cookie he’s snuck at some point.
He felt so very nice against me, and I traced my hand up and down his back. It confirmed to me that my first impression of it was very correct. Smooth, muscled, soft.
“Mmm?” he asked, pulling back a little bit.
“So nice,” I said, and pulled him back so I could run both hands down the nicely developed lats.
“Oh, that feels amazing,” Andrej whispered.
“Does it now?” I smirked and repeated my motions. He made a little whimpering noise, then sighed and relaxed into me more a little more.
“That’s nice. It’s doing things to me.”
“Good things?”
“Very good,” he sighed. I was pretty sure that he didn’t realize he was humping my leg ever so slowly. He was hard, and turned out to be a bit of a grower.
My dick responded to that, and Andrej looked at me. “Oh.”
“It happens.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“It does, and I would like to touch.”
“Oh, my pleasure…”
Without hesitation, his hand wrapped around my length, and I could see the light in his eyes brighten up. “I always liked the way it feels when I touch myself, but this seems like it might be better.” He ran his hand up and down and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me—it had been too long.
Andrej threw the covers back and looked down at where the action was happening. He watched his hand with a mesmerized fascination as he trailed over my cock. “That’s amazing.”
“Doing things here, too.” I let out another moan. “God, damn, it’s been a while. I don’t know that it’s going to take much.”
“Yeah, uh…” Licking his lips, he focused on the head of my dick where I was already leaking. “I’ve gotten head before, but I want to give…”
“I’m not going to stop you, Anj…”
He slid down the bed, his gaze fixed on my dick. It was quite the ego boost, and feeling his skin against my legs was nice touch. He didn’t settle between, but off to the side where I could still feel him sliding his cock against me.
“Suggestions?” Even though he was talking to me, he addressed the question to my dick.
I chuckled. “Suck on it?”
“Sounds like a plan. Tell me if I don’t do this right.”
“It takes more talent to screw this –ohhh.”
His lips slipped over the head, and I almost came right then and there.
I wasn’t a sex fiend, I had been happy with three times a week if we’d had time, but this was a long, long dry spell and it was lovely to have my cock in another man’s mouth again.
His curiosity about it, the shape, the flavor, my responses to his motions made it all that much better.
Popping off with that sound that I loved to hear, he smiled up at me.
“I like this. A lot. I really can’t believe that I didn’t consider this as a possibility.
” He dropped his mouth over me again, and swirled his tongue around the head, licking over the top and gathering the taste of me up and using it to paint down my skin making it slick.
A full body shiver ran through me and I arched up a bit, trying not to shove my dick down his throat. He coughed from the sudden intrusion, then went to town. He kept taking me all the way to the back of his throat, swirling his tongue, his lips tight against me.
“Shit,” I hissed.
His hand came up and wrapped around my cock, moving with his mouth, up, down, up down. His hips were moving his length over my legs, his own precum slicking the way for him. I noticed that he was pushing harder against me. I pressed my leg into him and made it easy for him to gain friction.
He hummed and that sound traveled through me, making me arch up and choke him with my erection. He coughed and groaned, and that sound went straight into my balls.
“Andrej,” I hissed. “I’m going to come.”
Another groan, straight to my balls again. That was the end of me and I came directly into his mouth. He swallowed once and I felt his cum on my leg, and that made my orgasm a little more intense, rippling through me.
A moment later, my now softening cock slipped out of his mouth and his head plopped on to my thigh. He was panting—just as hard as I was—and was absolutely boneless.
“Sorry about the cum-foot,” he said.
“You do not need to apologize for enjoying that. I’m not. I’m not sorry for coming down your throat.”
“Point taken, that was absolutely erotic.”
I picked up my head and stared at him. “That wasn’t erotic. That was just standard vanilla entry level stuff. You were really good at it, but it was entry level.”
“Oh, god, I don’t need to explore more than that right now.”
“I don’t think either of us could move if we wanted to.”
“Agreed, but your foot needs to be cleaned, or it’s going meld to my dick.”
“That’s a new move from the Vulcans I am not aware of.”
His head popped up. “Nerd?”
“A little.”
“I like it.”
And proving that he was one of the sweetest guys I’d ever met, he stood and walked to the bathroom to get what he needed to clean us up, then put it all back, climbed back in the bed and fell asleep with me.