That was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had. Wow. I think my brain
was sucked right through my dick, because I’m having serious trouble thinking
straight right now. An almost girlish giggle escapes me at that thought.
I look over at Nick sitting beside me and it suddenly hits me that he
didn’t cum. I look down at his crotch, just to confirm my suspicion and I
really have no fucking idea what I’m supposed to do now. I mean I know what I
could do, I could just return favour, but I’m not sure I’m ready to have
another guys dick in my mouth.
Ok, think
And it’s the return of the smirk. That fucking smirk is back. Shit! How
does he fucking do it? It used to be annoying, but now? Now it’s so fucking hot
I’m almost ready to cum in my pants again.
“We don’t have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with” he says. I
can’t help the snort that escapes me. We’ve already done a whole fucking lot
that I felt uncomfortable with.
“It’s a little too late for that” I mumble chuckling.
“Well, what do you want to do now?” He asks. I know he’s fishing, I
can’t really blame the guy, but how the hell do you answer a question like
that? Fuck if I know.
I decide to just throw caution to the wind as I lean over planting my
lips over his. I think I caught him by surprise, because he doesn’t respond to
the kiss right away. But when he does, damn! That boy can kiss. Jesus.
Our tongues are battling for control, both of us are trying to taste as
much as the other as possible, and it sure as hell makes for an erotic kiss. If
I was ten years younger I swear I would be rock hard again, but as it is I’m
only semi hard. Which is probably for the best. I
don’t I could survive another orgasm like the one I had earlier.
Man I’m starting to feel old all of a sudden. I just realized that Nick
has to be almost ten years younger than me. Shit. Fuck it! Who the hell cares
anyway? He obviously doesn’t. Besides, I would be thinking like this if I was
messing around with some chick.
My hands have apparently taken on a life of their own, because I just
realized I’m actually fondling his chest. How the hell did that happen? He
seems to enjoy it though, judging by the breathy moans he’s making. Hm…I wonder what would happen if I pinch his nipple a
little bit.
“Oh fuck yes!”
I guess he liked that. He’s slid almost all the way down to the floor
he’s practically laying on it. And he looks fucking hot like that. His hair’s
all messed up, his lips swollen from the kissing, his pupils are dilated so
much his eyes look almost black and he looks a bit flushed. But anyway, back to
playing with the nipples. I wanna see if I can get that kind of reaction again.
I lean down to kiss him again as I push up his shirt. Maybe I’ll get an
even better reaction if I don’t have the damn shirt in the way.
As his hands move up my back, his fingers massaging the muscles along
the way, I let my hands flutter over his bare chest, not quite touching. I can
feel him trying to get me to touch, arching his back, but I kinda
like this teasing. Damn he’s a good kisser! Did I mention that already? Oh
well, it doesn’t matter.
I decide to take pity on him, even if I do really like those mewls he
makes, and I put both of my hands flat on his stomach. I begin moving them
slowly upwards until I finally reach his nipples. He’s panting now. It sounds
so fucking sexy.
I let my fingers slowly circle his nipples while I lick and nib my way
down from his lips to his jaw, and finally down his neck. I find that spot
where I can feel his pulse beating a beat so fast I doubt even a techno freak
on E could keep up, and I stay there for a while, massaging the spot with my
lips and tongue and finally I bite down gently. I think I found one of his hot
spots if the way he’s writhing is anything to go by. He’s really fucking
responsive.
“Please!” he moans. Nick’s moans are so fucking hot! I think if he just
moaned through every song the Backstreet Boys ever recorded they would sell
even more records! Jesus Christ! “Please Marshall…I…fuck…I need to…” I don’t
let him finish that sentence. I just leave his neck and move down to lick and
bit his right nipple. I guess I found a way to shut him up! He’s pretty quiet
all of a sudden, but he’s practically trying to pull me into him…like into his
skin or something because he’s holding me so tight I almost have trouble
breathing. Seems like he’s having trouble breathing too.
He’s breathing so fast, for a second I think he’s hyperventilating.
He’s thrashing around, trying to get me to do…something. I really don’t
know what he wants me to do. Alright, of course I know, I just like taking the
piss out him, even if it is only in my head. I take pity on him and let my
right hand slide down to the waistband of his jeans.
I unbutton and unzip his pants and then I slowly let my hand slide
inside his boxers. I swallow the lump in my throat when I feel the soft hairs
surrounding his shaft. I can fucking believe I’m about
to jerk off another guy. What the fuck went wrong? Is this some kind of sick
experiment? I think maybe I was kidnapped by aliens and they implanted some
weird fucking device that makes straight guys turn gay or something. Except I’m not gay. I’m NOT! Dammit.
He moans as my fingers make contact with his dick. And he’s pushing his
hips up. I can feel a panic attack coming on, but I try to push it away. I
mean, I can’t just leave the guy like this. Right? I
softly wrap my hand around his swollen member and I begin a slow up and down
movement.
“Oh yeah!” he sighs.
My eyes haven’t gone below the waist yet. I can’t bring myself to do it.
I can’t look at his dick. But I’m kind of curious to see what it looks like.
Just to compare you know? Like guys do in the showers at the gym, although
they’ll never admit it, but they do. So I slowly bring my eyes down to where my
hand is pumping him.
“You’re fucking HUGE!” Did I say that out loud?! FUCK! He chuckling now, in between the moans.
“Thanks!” He sighs, “Could you go a little faster?”
Huh? Oh! My hand! Right! I speed up the movements, while tightening my
grip a little. He seems to enjoy that. His moans are getting louder. And he’s
really panting now. On every other up stroke my thumb circles the head, gathering
precum to make the slip-n-slide up and down easier. I
never thought another guys dick could be suck a
fucking turn on. Holy shit.
“Come here.” Huh? Where? Oh! Apparently he wants me to join him on the
floor. Okay, I can deal. Without loosing my grip, I lean down to lay beside
him, my face near his. He opens his eyes to look at me, still moaning and
groaning, and then he smiles and leans in to kiss me. How am I supposed to
resist those pouty lips? Especially when I know how good he is at using them.
Our tongues meet and massage each other, tangling together in some
intricate, carnal dance and suddenly…suddenly he breaks off the kiss, throws
his head back, eyes tightly closed and screams out the most erotic fucking
orgasm I’ve ever seen or heard, shooting cum all over my hand and his stomach.
Damn.
It takes him about thirty seconds to gather enough strength and breath
to open his eyes, look at me and say,
“Wow” It’s funny how people are always to articulate after an orgasm.
“Yeah,” I say removing my cum-covered hand from his softening member. I
look down at it and suddenly I have this freaking strange urge to taste his jizz. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like I can’t
stop my hand from moving closer and closer to my mouth and all of a sudden it’s
there. Right in front of my face.
I can see him looking intently at my out of the corner of my eyes, and I
suddenly suck one of my fingers into my mouth. I’m tasting
cum. I’m tasting Nick Carters cum, which is on my
fingers. And it’s not too bad. FUCK!
I panic. This is just way too much gay loving for me. I
fucking need to get out of here. Shit.
“I…Fuck…I gotta go!” I say as I remove my
fingers from my mouth. I get up, without looking at him and I find some paper
on the desk, to wipe my hand.
I’m about to open the door when his voice stops me,
“Will I see you again?” Fuck! He sounds so fucking vulnerable. Shit.
“I don’t know.” I tell him, still facing the door. Because
I don’t. I don’t fucking know. I need to go home and seriously think
about my life, because I have never in my life been so fucking confused before.
I can tell he’s standing right behind me now.
“Well, here.” He says, pulling on my shoulder to turn me around. I do,
and then I see a slip of paper in his hand. I take it and stuff it in my pocket.
“Call me some time…if you want?”
“Okay.” Will I call him? Don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.
Then he leans down, and he kisses me. Softly.
Not like all the other times where it’s been hungry and passionate and
animalistic. Just…softly. And then he smiles a little.
“I had fun tonight.” He says. Yeah…so did I. Fuck!
“Me too” I say, before opening the door and getting the fuck out of
there.
I practically run down the hall, out into the club and out of the club.
I don’t even say goodbye to the guys. I just need to get the fuck away from
there.
As soon as I’m out on the street I hail a cab and tell the driver where
I’m going. Home. I need to go home. I need some sleep,
and then I need to think really really hard.
As I sit in the cab I can practically feel that little slip of paper
burn a hole in my pocket. I reach in and pull it out. For a minute I don’t to
anything but stare at it. I don’t know why. There’s nothing on it except for a
fucking phone number. Not even his name. Then I put it back in my pocket and
lean back in the seat with a sigh. I’m in fucking trouble…