Page 41 of Gift of You
I did as he asked, then obliged him further by lifting my hips so he could slide the pillow underneath, leaving me in a very exposed position. My asshole, something I didn’t think any other human besides my doctor had ever looked at, was on full display like the toys in the window of Macy’s on Black Friday. I felt awkward and vulnerable, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
“Matty, look at me.” My eyes shot to his. “We don’t have to do this. If you’re uncomfortable, we can stick to blow jobs and hand jobs. Or there’s frotting. And we haven’t even talked about toys.” He said that last part with a smirk.
Sound from the video drew my attention. The guys were moaning loudly now, and I didn’t know if they were just playing it up for the camera, but they did seem to be enjoying themselves. Louis was offering to do this. And the fact was, I really did want to try it. When might I ever get another chance?
“Okay. Go ahead. You can, um, rim me.”
“Yeah?”
“Do I really need to repeat myself?” I grumbled.
Chuckling, he leaned forward, but just when I thought he was going to put his tonguethere, he diverted, taking the tip of my dick inside his mouth. Unable to help myself, my hips jerked up, causing him to make a weird grunting sound. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
He didn’t respond, just took me further into his mouth before pulling almost all the way out again. He repeated the motion several more times, drawing a moan out of me. All that wet heat enveloping my dick was absolute perfection.
He released me, took my hand in his, then placed it on my dick. “Stroke,” he said as he slid his face lower, mouthing at my balls and brushing kisses along my taint on the way to his destination.
I didn’t stroke, though. In fact, my dick was altogether forgotten as he pushed my knees back and spread my cheeks, then slowly licked a stripe up my crease.
“Ungh” was my oh-so-coherent response to this new sensation. He did it again, and again, each stroke of his tongue more firm than the last. And then I realized my hand was moving. Ihadbegun to stroke myself. Fuck, this assault felt so good, better than I could ever have imagined.
“More,” I demanded, my voice raspy and needy and shit . . . was I whining?
I thought I heard another chuckle, but I was too far gone to be sure. He paused for a moment, readjusted his hands to spreadmy cheeks wider, then he spat on my hole, and damn, why was that so hot?
Louis dove back in, spreading the saliva around with his tongue. The sounds coming from the iPad were getting more intense. I was pretty sure one of the guys was about to come.
I wasn’t far away from that myself.
I felt pressure at my entrance that I thought might be Louis trying to burrow inside, but other parts of my body were feeling pressure as well. My cock and balls were achy with the need to release, and every muscle in my body was tense, like a wire pulled taut as I approached that beautiful point of no return.
Maybe it was the speed with which my hand shuttled over my dick, or perhaps it was my groans filling the room that gave me away, but Louis must have sensed that I was close because he doubled down. His tongue strokes became more insistent, and I thought maybe he slipped the tip of a finger inside, but before I could give it any consideration, my entire body locked up, and I came with a roar so strong I was surprised it didn’t shake the walls.
Cum hit my chest. It landed on my belly and my chin. Louis kept going, his tongue relentless as I continued to stroke myself through it. Just when I thought I might melt completely into the bed, Louis tore his mouth away from my body and climbed up over me.
He fisted his dick, which looked angry and ready to burst, and it dawned on me that what he’d just done to me had turnedhimon. Clearly I’d been missing out on the experience of being rimmed, but the fact that he enjoyeddoingthe rimming... I obviously still had so much to learn.
“C’mere,” I muttered, grabbing a fistful of his ass and pulling him forward. “Want you in my mouth.”
Louis didn’t hesitate, moving himself upward until he was in position. I appreciated the fact that he didn’t hesitate. He trusted that if I said I wanted something, then I wanted it.
And I wanted his dick.
Fuck, sucking him off yesterday had been amazing. The weight of his cock in my mouth, the way he’d barely been able to contain himself, had been such a goddamn turn on, and I discovered I wanted to do it again. Wanted to make Louis feel just as good as he’d done for me a moment before.
He brushed the tip of his dick back and forth across my lips, and I opened, satisfied when he slid inside, once again without hesitating. He withdrew slowly, then pushed back in, the muscles of his ass contracting beneath my hand. He repeated the motion, moving a little more quickly this time, and I could feel the quiver of his muscles as he tried to stay in control. I squeezed his ass again, pushing and pulling quickly, indicating he should pick up the pace.
“You want me to go faster, Matty?” With my face full of cock and my nose pressed against his groin, I couldn’t see his face, but I hoped he could feel my nod. His thrusts picked up the pace, short and shallow movements at first that became deeper and more forceful as he began to lose his grip on control. One thrust went a little too deep, causing me to gag, but when he tried to pull back, I gripped him harder, urging him to continue. He became frantic after that, his movements no longer smooth and controlled, as he chased his release. When his ass clenched, and he buried himself deep with a screech, I breathed through my nose as his cock pulsed on my tongue, his cum sliding smoothly down the back of my throat as I swallowed over and over again.
Eventually, he released his grip on the headboard and slid down to lie on the bed next to me. He squirmed around, then reached down and pulled the iPad out from underneath his leg. At some point the video must have finished, because the voiceswere quiet now. I’d completely forgotten we’d been watching it in the first place. He turned off the screen and set it aside on the nightstand before rolling over to face me.
I was going to need another shower to get the partially dried cum out of my chest hair, but at the moment, I couldn’t be bothered to care. My limbs felt like jelly, and I had a smiling, sated Louis staring at me like I’d just made him the happiest man on the planet.
“So, did I pass ‘gay sex two-oh-one’?”
He wiggled closer so he could press a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Not only did you pass, but I think you set new standards for the course. The bar has officially been raised.”
“You’re the one who did the work.”
