Geology 101

After three interruptions of Blake’s wanting a kiss, we settled down to reading. My chapter was a recap of what I already knew from my undergraduate studies. I’m not sure what Blake’s book had in it, but about thirty minutes into it, his book dropped toward him, and he jerked his head. The second time the book slipped from his hand, his head moved toward mine. The pattern of his breathing told me he was asleep. I closed my book and moved his book to the side.

Once I took the book away, his hands moved and one of them landed on my waist. “Hey, Sleepy,” I whispered. “Slide a little bit this way.”

He half followed my request, and we were almost side by side facing one another. I kissed him, and he mumbled something. I wondered if he’d had a late night the previous day. Had he gone to a party? Had he fucked some girl to maintain his cover? I imagined large boobs with pussies wet for him just lining up and trying to snatch him away. I moved my hand to his shoulder.

My eyes misted up as I realized I was jealous of something I’d imagined without knowing any facts. I was falling too fast for this guy. But I couldn’t help it. He was funny and fun, handsome and sexy. I rolled onto my back, and he rolled with me. He covered half of my body with half of his. His left leg crossed over and ran between my legs. His hip pressed into my groin with the lightest of pressure. It felt good, safe, and right.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off to sleep.

I was awakened later by a soft moaning. Blake was pushing down on me; I could feel his hardness. He was still asleep. He was dreaming; I was sure of it, but was he dreaming of me?

My left arm was wrapped around him and I couldn’t reach with the right to grab his member. My movement caused him to stir awake. “What happened?” He was still groggy.

“You were humping my leg.”

He giggled a little. “I’m not a dog.” He blinked a few times and sat up. Will you take your shirt off for me?”

“Not a dog, but you’re barking orders?” I removed my shirt.

“Fuck. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He brushed his fingertips against my chest.

I shivered in response.

“Was that OK?”

“Of course. Your touch excites me, gives me goosebumps.”

“My grandmother called them goose pimples.” He leaned forward and kissed my chest where he had just touched it. His lips moved up until he was kissing my neck, then my jaw, and finally my chin.

I opened my mouth, and he pushed against my tongue with his. I would have never believed that touching tongues with another man could thrill me that way. I reached up and held his head as our tongues continued to move against the other. I felt myself get harder. He grabbed my tongue with his teeth and used enough pressure to hold it in place as he twirled the tip of his around mine.

Leaning back and pulling him between my legs to feel his weight on me, my hands moved down to his ass. I pinched them. I felt him pivot his hips to force our groins together. I could tell that he was as hard as I was. As I contemplated my next move, he had moved his head down to my abdomen. His weight was no longer there as he pulled my shorts and underwear down. My dick, now freed, slapped against my abs.

“Fuck,” said Blake, “it’s beautiful.

“I felt teary and excited at the same time. No one had ever called me beautiful. I wanted to tell him that I was falling in love with him when I felt his warm, wet mouth move down my shaft. He continued down until I felt resistance. Then he took me in all the way. His nose pressed hard into my bush. There was a movement from his mouth or throat that pleasured me more than I had experienced at that point in my life. I wanted to pull out and then shove my way in again, but I resisted. I wanted to let him control this.

His fingers began to manipulate my balls. He played with one and then the other before wrapping this thumb and index finger so he could tug both of them down. He continued to suck me in ways I’d never thought about. His tongue pushed my dick in one direction as his lips moved in another direction.

When he released my cock from the grip of his mouth, he told me, “I want you to cum while I’m sucking you. I want you to seed my mouth.” He immediately sucked one of my balls into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it. He moved to the other testicle, again pleasuring it before releasing it. Then he was back on my dick. His lips wrapped it tightly; he maintained a strong suction as he went all the way down and back up again. He repeated this motion several times until I was unable to hold back.

I grabbed his head and pumped my load into him. The urge to come had never been that strong, and I had never had five huge squirts before. Blake remained holding my dick in his mouth, and when he finally let go of me, I was spent and hypersensitive. I relaxed back on the mattress. He moved back up to me. The smell of my cum was on his lips, and I kissed him, kissed him hard. Some of my cum and his saliva and my saliva mixed into a packet of marital bliss, and when I stopped kissing him, he said, “This was the most intense and wonderful session I’ve ever had.” He laid next to me on his back.

“I want to do the same to you.” I rolled onto my side and reached down between his legs. I could tell he was flaccid, but I intended to fluff him up. I started to unbutton his pants.

“Don’t. I’m good.”

“Blake?”

“Don’t, Matt.”

I felt rejected. “What’s the matter?”

“I’ve already come.”

“Yeah?” I nuzzled his neck. “Am I that sexy?”

Blake sat up and swung around so he was facing away from me. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s OK.”

“No, it’s not. I always do this. I get excited, and I come. I come before I’m ready.” He dropped his head.

“Blake, baby, it’s cool. It’s OK.”

“Fuck!” He reached for his shoes. “This is embarrassing.”

“I’m telling you it’s not. You get excited, and it happens.”

He stuffed his shoes in his bag and grabbed his textbook. “It always happens.”

“We’ll work it out.”

“I didn’t want you to know. I need to go study.” He left the room without saying goodbye.

I sat down on my bed in disbelief.