Page 169 of Captivated

Nate lowered the zipper the rest of the way, then grasped the waistband and gave a gentle tug. The soft catch in his breath when Zeeb’s cock sprang free, rising into the air, only served to make him harder. Nate pulled his jeans down and off, and at last he was naked.

Zeeb spread his legs. “Get between ’em.”

Nate inserted his body between Zeeb’s thighs, his weight on his elbows. He gazed at Zeeb’s shaft that bobbed and jerked.

“You can touch it.”

Zeeb steeled himself for that first sensual contact.

I’ve waited a long time for this.

Nate stared at the thick, heavy cock, veined and flushed, and below it the wrinkled sac that begged to be touched. He let its weight rest in his hand, then gave the head a tentative lick before glancing at Zeeb as if to ask if he was doing it right.

Zeeb nodded, and Nate gave it another lick, chuckling as the shaft jerked away from him. He enclosed the head with his mouth, warming to the feeling of that solid flesh on his tongue.

Zeeb’s hand was in his hair, stroking it. “You’re doing great,” he murmured.

Nate smiled. “No such thing as a bad blow job, remember?” He wrapped his hand around its girth, then alternated between kissing the head and sucking it, Zeeb’s low moans punctuating each drag of his tongue over the taut, shiny skin.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. I might’ve lied.” Zeeb’s eyes rolled back as Nate gave his dick another hard suck. “There’s always the possibility someone isn’t too careful with their teeth.” He shuddered. “Except I don’t even wanna think about that, not when my cock is in your mouth.”

Nate froze. “I haven’t hurt you, have I?”

Zeeb gaped at him. “Course you haven’t. But it feels too much like tempting fate, so forget I mentioned it.”

Nate smiled. “Forget what?” He rubbed Zeeb’s shaft with his thumb.

Another shiver rippled through him. “Do you like it?”

Nate paused and flicked his gaze to Zeeb’s face. He smiled. “More than like.” He laughed when Zeeb’s cock jerked out of his hand, almost as if it was dancing to music Nate couldn’t hear. He laughed again. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

Zeeb snickered. “Who, me? Nah. It’s got a life of its own.” He sighed as Nate gave another hard suck. “Damn. You’re good at that.” He cupped Nate’s chin. “Can… can you take a little more?”

“I can try.” He got on all fours, one hand on Zeeb’s balls, the other fumbling with the button on his own jeans.

“That’s it, touch yourself.” Then Zeeb gasped as Nate slid more of his shaft between his lips, not even halfway but clearly enough to make Zeeb shudder. Nate took a little more, his own cock freed from his jeans, warm and solid in his hand.

It didn’t feel wrong. Or sinful.

Nate had never felt soalive.

What swept through him was the realization that he loved having his mouth filled with a hard dick. A line from a song suddenly echoed in his mind, and he wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time.

The counselors, Dr. Keller, Mr. Thomas… they’d all been wrong.

I was born this way.

He smiled to himself.Lady Gaga is a better therapist than the rest of them put together.

“Fuck, Nate, you’re drivin’ me close to the edge.” Zeeb’s hoarse voice filled the air, his fingers tugging Nate’s hair.

Nate took him a little deeper, his lips sliding up and down the slick veined shaft, Zeeb’s balls in his palm, his own dick harder than he’d ever known.

“Dammit, I wanna move and I can’t,” Zeeb said with a soft whine.

Nate’s heartbeat raced.This is Zeeb’s first time too.That knowledge solidified his goal.I want to make him come.Suddenly, that mattered more to Nate than chasing his own orgasm.

He locked gazes with Zeeb before teasing the slit with his tongue.

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