Page 66 of Marcus in Retrograde
“We’re adults.”
I turned my head so I could catch his gaze. “She was fine with her son having sex with another man.”
“We’re gay, that’s what it means, right? Enjoying sexual relations with the male of the species? Have I been doing this wrong?” He planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “My mom is amazing. I know that. I know she’s unique, she’ll give hugs to every gay person in the village if they need it. She’s accepting, she’s open, and she’s helped me be the man I am right now.” He turned me in his arms to face him. “You can totally borrow her. I’m serious. She’ll have you believing you can do anything, love anyone, live anyway you like in about ten seconds. And while I would have loved to have my dad come down, somehow, she knew she was the better option. Foryou.”
“Fuck, man,” I said, and leaned my forehead on his chest.
“Take everything she gave you in the few hours you chatted and use it. You may never ever get to that point with your parents, but you can take what she said and try.”
I nodded against him. “Try. That’s why I’m here. They want to try, and I would love it if I could talk to them again. I don’t expect this to go well, or to be close to them again, but…just not hating them would be amazing.”
“Then let’s hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”
“The worst being I leave and really truly never come back.”
Marcus nodded. “Exactly.”
He just stood there holding me, running a hand up and down my back for a minute before I felt him heave a deep breath, and tip his head to look at me. “Did…did my mom really give you the condom talk?”
Laughing, I raised my head. “No, she didn’t. She told me about your uncle, though.”
“Oh, my namesake.” He smiled. “She and her brother were thick as thieves growing up. More than she and Aunt Laura ever were, even though they were closer in age.”
“You really are lucky, Marcus. You know that.”
“Every day. Every time I meet another member of the community who can’t talk to their parents. Every time I see a homeless queer kid on the street. I thank everything in the universe that I have my mom and dad.” He kissed me quietly. “And you can borrow them. They really are quite awesome.”
I smiled. “I get it. You don’t want to be the only one suffering through your mom’s condom lecture.”
“You see right through me.” He laughed.
He danced us backward to the bed, and before I knew what was going on, he had me down on the mattress, and he stood over me. I lifted up on my elbows and studied him.
“You look good enough to eat, Chase.” His hand reached for my belt. “In fact, I think I will.”
His hand flicked open the buckle, and all I could do was nod and make incomprehensible noises. He had me out of the pants and out of my boxers in record time and before I could say a thing, he slipped his lips over the crown of my half hard…nope, fully hard dick.
My mind blanked. The only thing I liked more than Marcus’ mouth on me, was his cockinme. Or was it my cock in him? At that moment, I didn’t care. His tongue licked around me, and then up the insanely sensitive underside, and then across my slit.
I didn’t know how many times we’d done this, either him to me or me to him. It didn’t matter. Each and every time was as good or better than the last.
He swallowed me down to the root—which was a totally new trick for him and made me squeal. “Holy shit, Marcus!”
Bobbing his head up and down a few times, he stopped and waited for me to look at him. He pulled off me completely, and grinned. “Watch me, Chase. I want you to watch me suck you.”
I was totally unsure if anything even remotely like English came out of my mouth. It was morebuhblergarghohshhhh,but it worked. Marcus kept going, and he loved that I watched him. It was his usual request. I could feel the head of my dick bumping the back of his throat, and his throat closing around me in a ripple. It was a mind-blowing sensation.
Cock blowing? Whatever.
He swallowed at the same time he caressed the under side with that tongue of his. He moved, bobbing up and down on my erection, swallowing and licking, twisting a bit.
His hand found my balls and cradled them a moment. Shit, his fingers felt good. He was firm and gentle, massaging them while he still speared me into his throat. All the while, he would not let my eyes go. He watched me watching him.
“Oh, God, Marcus…”
He pulled off completely. “You gonna come for me, baby? I want you in my mouth.”
I nodded as he dropped back down. “I’m going to come. Just keep going, babe. Suck me down. Had no idea you could deep throat me—ahhhh!”
