Page 16 of As I Am
Once he had it removed, he resisted the urge to lean in and lick over his chest. Instead, he brushed his palms down Carson's chest, and over his stomach, stopping when he got to the open zipper. Instead of working on the pants again, he lowered to his knees and one by one worked off Carson's shoes, then his socks. He stayed on his knees as he slid his hands over Carson's thighs, then gripped the waist of his pants and slowly lowered them from his body. Once Carson had stepped out of them, he turned his focus to the briefs Carson was wearing.
It was clear how hard Carson was by the bulge in his underwear. Ky wanted to lean in and put his mouth on it, but that wasn't what he'd been told to do. If he'd learned anything over his years with men, it was to do only what he was told to, never more. With practiced ease, he slipped his hands into Carson's briefs and slowly slid them down, making sure that his warm breath hit Carson's cock as it was slowly exposed.
"Jesus, you make undressing one of the sexiest acts I've ever done." Carson stared down at him as he stepped out of his underwear.
Ky smiled, but remained silent.
Carson took a step back, then bent down and offered his hand to Ky. "My turn."
Ky wasn't sure what that meant, but he took Carson's hand and rose to his feet. He was stunned when Carson stepped closer, and lifted Ky's shirt from his body.
"Do you know what I remember most about that day we shared together?" He ran his hands over Ky's shoulders and down his arms.
Ky shook his head.
"Your skin. It's so soft. I didn't want to stop touching you." He traced his fingertips down Ky's chest. "I've never felt skin so soft." He trailed his fingers around the waistband of Ky's pants.
Ky bit his lip, surprised by how aroused he was becoming. With most men, he never even bothered to get hard unless the man wanted him too, even then, it wasn't always easy. With Carson, his cock was acting like it had a mind of its own, pressing hard against his zipper as Carson continued to trace his skin.
When Carson started to work open the button on Ky's pants, he willed himself to relax. This was about Carson, not him. He needed to stay focused so he could give Carson what he wanted.
Carson lowered the zipper on his pants and slid his hands inside, down the sides of his hips. His palms were warm and his touch sent a wave of awareness through Ky like he'd never experienced before. He stared at Carson, trying hard to fight the need that was growing inside him.
It was the first time he remembered ever not being in control of his body, and he wasn't sure how to handle it. The more Carson touched him, the harder it got to keep from reacting. He bit his lip as Carson lowered his pants, then slid to his knees to work off Ky's shoes and socks. When he finally pulled Ky's pants and boxers free of his body, he stayed on his knees, smiling as he ran his hands over the back of Ky's legs.
"I meant for us just to undress and sit and talk naked, hoping it would help you relax, but now that we are naked, and I'm down here, I hope you don't mind if we forget about talking for a while." Carson leaned in and took Ky's cock between his lips and sucked him deep into his throat.
Caught off guard, Ky reached out, bracing his hands on Carson's shoulders and parting his legs to better brace himself. He'd never had a customer go down on him. He'd gotten a hand job here and there, but Carson was the first to ever take him in his mouth like this.
He stared down, watching his cock disappear into Carson's mouth, then slide out, glistening with wetness before disappearing again. His lips pressed hard around him, and the suction was strong as Carson's tongue pressed over him.
Ky didn't know what to do. Part of him prayed that the feeling would never end and Carson would keep doing what he was doing, but another part wanted to push Carson back and force him to stop. This wasn't supposed to be about him. It was about Carson. He was here to bring Carson pleasure.
Carson's hands gripped his ass, pulling and pushing Ky back and forth, to and from him. His fingers kneaded into his flesh, and Ky watched as Carson's cock seemed to thicken as precum appeared at the tip.
Ky fought his own need as his balls grew heavy. He was going to come quickly, without knowing if Carson would be okay with it, he didn't dare. Thinking about it only increased his desire, and as Carson's mouth worked him harder, Ky struggled with what to do. If he came, he could piss Carson off, but if he pulled away, he risked offending him.
Unable to do anything but go with what Carson was doing, he waited until his control was stretched so thin he thought he was going to die. "Carson, I'm going to come." He tried to push Carson away.
Carson's mouth sucked him deeper as he glanced up at Ky. He gave a single nod as he continued to work his lips over Ky's cock.
Was that permission to come? Ky wasn't sure, but he was past the point of being able to stop. He gripped Carson's shoulders with his fingers, rocked his hips back and forth as his head fell back. A silent cry of pleasure tore from him as he came, his cock shooting three thick streams of cum into the back of Carson's throat.
It took him a moment to recover, his chest still heaving from coming so hard. He glanced down, nervous at Carson's reaction, but found Carson smiling up at him as he licked his lips, then leaned in again to clean Ky's cock clean.
Ky shivered, his cock sensitive from coming so hard.
"I like watching you come." Carson released his cock and slowly stood. He pulled Ky into his arms, leaning in to kiss him softly.
Ky tasted himself on Carson's tongue as he held him tightly in his arms. His body still trembled as he tried to recover from the amazing orgasm he had. When they broke the kiss, he pulled back. "I'm supposed to please you."
"We're supposed to please each other." Carson ran a finger down Ky's cheek. "You do please me. I enjoyed every minute of that."
Ky reached between them. "I'll take care of you now."
"No." Carson stopped him. "That's not what I want. I want you to get on the couch, on your hands and knees, ass in the air."
This kind of stuff Ky understood. Assume the position so Carson could fuck him. He was used to doing this. He quickly moved onto the couch and got on his hands and knees. He bowed his head, pushed his ass up into the air, and waited.
