Page 104 of Strange Lad
“Jorge,” he rumbles against my lips.
“Oli, slow down,” I pant. Even as he pulls back, I chase his mouth, negating my words.
Chuckling, he hoists me onto his hips and carries me towards my room while I nibble on his neck. “Don’t worry, we’re just going to cuddle,” he says in a teasing tone that has me growling like a wild animal and sucking on his skin.
He lays me down on the bed, about to join, before he grimaces and looks down at his jumper. “Let me take this off.”
My eyes bug out of my skull, but I slurp them right back in.
Fisting the comforter under me, I try to will my cock to go down, but it refuses. It’s standing at attention and bucking against my zipper while Oli peels that navy blue uniform off his shoulders. Once down to his hips, revealing a black undershirt and the waistband of his briefs, I choke a little.
“You will stop, right?” he asks carefully.
“The rules won’t change, beautiful. You say stop, and I stop.”
He nods, takes a breath, and pulls the jumper off. This is the first time I’ve really gotten to look at him. He’s still clothed mostly, but his legs are bare. The quads on them are thick and firm. Blond hair covers the lengths, and his cock is tenting his briefs. I wet my lips, still as a statue except for the rise and fall of my chest.
With his hands on his hips, he eyes me expectantly. “Oh,” I say through an excited laugh and strip like Bruce Almighty.
Throwing my pants and shirt across the room, I’m left in my briefs, the evidence of my arousal staining the tip covering my dick. Oli starts to lift the hem of his shirt but decides against it. “Should I rinse off?” he asks.
“Do you want to?”
Lifting his arm, he sniffs his pit and shrugs. “I don’t think I smell.”
“I’m sure you’re fine.”
My chest thuds almost painfully at the realization. He doesn’t want to stink because he’s anticipatingmedoing things tohim.
Holy fuck.
I’m probably going to suck some cock right now.
Oli’s cock. That big, thick, juicy thing.
My eyes glue to his straining length, wondering what it will taste like. Wondering if he’ll even want that. I mean, he’s gotta, right? That’s what we’re doing?
“It just occurred to me,” I croak, “that we’re going to…you know.” I wave at his crotch. When his eyebrow arches, I say, “I’m okay with it. The whole…gay or bisexual thing. I know I’m a little gay. Even Michael said so.”
“Woah. Hold on. Are you alright?” Oli kneels on the bed, worried now.
“I’m fine,” I squeak and slap my chest. His eyes rip the truth right out of me. “What if I suck at blow jobs? Before, it was fine because I knew you didn’t want that from me. Judging by that boner and your lack of pants, I’d say you definitely want that from me right now. Which, okay. Cool. Blowjobs.”
I feel faint.
Oli laughs. He fucking laughs at me. Crawling over me and effectively pinning me flat to my bed, I stare up at him. “How are you more nervous than me right now?”
“I wasn’t two seconds ago. But now I am.” Seriously, I might pass out from the nerves.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, I wasn’t going to ask for that.”
“No?”
Shaking his head, he rubs his thumb over my lips, and my cock gives a mighty throb. When he lifts his hips slightly, angling his dick over mine, I gasp. “I was going to try out something new.”
“Which is?”
He searches my face. There’s a softness behind his lust, reverence, I suppose. “Being in the moment. You said you would stop, and I…I trust you.” Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, he waits for me to gather myself.
