Chapter 9

* Jeff *

I had never been brought to the verge of shooting my wad from a blowjob before. Oral sex for me had always been one of those things that was nice, but just a fun diversion on the way to the main event. I was definitely going to rethink that attitude after being with Daniel. His technique had me so close that I barely got him off my dick in time. Not that unloading down his throat wasn't an incredibly appealing thought, but I was determined not to be that selfish lover that only cared about his own pleasure. Daniel had done me the honor of trusting me enough to agree to this; it was my job to repay that trust by making this just as good for him as he had already made it for me.

He kicked off his shoes as I slid his pants down. That seemed like a good idea, so I paused to remove my own shoes and socks, and get rid of the pants and underwear that were still bunched around my ankles. Then, naked at last, I eased the hip-skimming black briefs—nice!—off his legs and laid him down on the bed.

If my heart had stopped seeing Daniel shirtless, it soared seeing him lying there nude. He was slim, lithe and nicely defined, with very little body hair except a little brown patch around each of his nipples, a light dusting on his legs and forearms, and a luxurious bunch of reddish curls at his groin. His penis wasn't exceptional, pretty much average in length and thickness, but that was perfect for what I had in mind. After so many years, I doubted I would still have the technique to take an oversize cock without choking.

What drew my attention, though, were his balls, churning in an unexpectedly low-hanging sac. When I first stripped him, I had intended to go right down on him as he had on me. Instead, without another thought, I went for those sensitive orbs, laving each of them in turn with all the loving attention I could muster. I heard him give a strangled cry above my own heavy breathing and the sucking noises my tongue was making against the delicate skin of his scrotum.

From there, my attention was distracted again by the irresistible temptation to explore further down. I let Daniel's balls rest against my forehead as I bathed his perineum with my spit, sucking, probing and nibbling as I raised his legs, rolling his hips up and off the bed. His frantic gasps and exclamations told me he was appreciating the attention. I was strongly tempted to continue the trip even further south, but decided I wasn't ready to go for the gold just yet. Too soon, Jeff, too soon. Go there and you may lose all self-control. Instead I opted for my original plan to return the favor he had already given me. I slowly ran my tongue in a line back up across his soaked balls and up the length of his cock, where I teased the slit a few times before taking him to the root.

I was determined to drive Daniel as crazy as he had done me, but I had misjudged how close to the edge he was. I had only massaged his shaft a couple times with my tongue and throat when he stiffened and wailed my name. I nearly choked on his thick, salty semen as it poured down my unsuspecting throat.

When his twitching had stilled, I cautiously withdrew from Daniel's still-leaking cock to check on him. He was staring vacantly at the ceiling. Concerned, I drew him into my arms. He shuddered and turned to me, burying his face in my shoulder. I rocked him gently, overwhelmed by the sensation of holding my sweet Daniel's naked body against my own for the first time. I felt almost as shaken as he seemed to be. Finally, he spoke, his voice muffled against my chest.

"No one's ever done that to me before. I feel bad that I didn't get you off first."

I smiled, brushed a kiss across the top of his head. "It's not a race, babe. That was amazing for me, too. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Besides, we still have plenty of time to even the balance. You agreed to spend the night, remember?"

Daniel pulled back so that he could look me in the face. My arms resisted; my body already liked holding him too much to let go of him easily. I tried not to think about what that implied.

"I did," he said, sounding surprised. "How did you get me to do that?"

Is he having second thoughts? I forced a chuckle, trying to ignore the surprising stab of pain his words had caused. "Easy. I forced my tongue down your throat until you couldn't think straight for lack of oxygen."

Daniel let out one short guffaw at that, then sobered. "I'm not asking to leave," he assured me seriously. One of his hands met one of mine, our fingers interlacing. I kissed his forehead to hide the tears of relief that sprang into my eyes.

"So," he continued, "I hope you've got condoms and lube stashed somewhere, 'cause I sure as hell didn't come to work this morning expecting this to happen."

My face fell. Lube I had, but there hadn't been any need to stock condoms in years. Why hadn't I thought of that during the trip home? Daniel read the truth on my face and frowned slightly.

"I'm clean..." he offered, tentatively.

"I am, too," I answered, "but I haven't been tested in ages, and I doubt I could even find the paperwork from the last time I was. I wouldn't ever ask you—no, I wouldn't let you take my word for it. I'll just have to get dressed and make a run for some rubbers." Leaving that bed was the last thing in the world I wanted to do, and he could see it in my eyes.

"Or," he suggested, "we could take a rain check on that and... improvise."

I raised an eyebrow. What was he implying? Daniel sighed at my inability to take a hint and pulled me over on top of him, so that our dicks (mine still hard and leaking, his showing definite signs of returning to action mode) nestled happily next to one another against his flat stomach. Then he ground his pelvis up into mine, in case I hadn't yet caught his drift. I reflexively returned the favor, and was treated to a lazy grin that just begged for more kissing. I could kiss this man for the rest of my life.

Before long we were both grinding against one another with abandon, our cocks lubricated by our combined sweat and pre-cum in the tight space between our bodies. His legs were wrapped around my waist, and his soft panting was the most erotic thing I had ever heard. I felt myself getting close, and wrapped his body in my arms, burying my face in his neck as my thrusts became faster and more erratic. Just before I reached the point of no return, Daniel moaned, and I felt his hot load spray across my abs. I followed suit barely a couple of strokes later, panting against his flushed skin as my cock fired shot after shot of semen to join Daniel's.

I don't know how long I lay there gasping for breath, with Daniel still held tight in my embrace. When I finally came back to earth and peeled my eyelids open, he was looking at me with the most incredible expression of wonder and trust in his hazel eyes. It felt like coming home.

We didn't even have the energy to leave the bed. I cleaned us off as best I could with my discarded boxer briefs and rolled us to the far side of the bed to avoid the wet spot where our combined loads had slid down Daniel's flank onto the sheets. He nestled against my shoulder with a contented sigh and closed his eyes. I brushed a kiss across his forehead and breathed a happy sigh of my own before drifting off to a peaceful, dreamless sleep.