A gay story: Dating Rules And Pretty Fools Ch. 18 Chapter Eighteen — No Regrets
A small gasp falling from Otis’s lips made reality fade even farther away. Life could be so simple if he only let it happen, like right now. The tension keeping him so strung day after day slowly unfurled and drifted away as he let his hands roam all over his lover’s curved back until they reach their intended destination.
Otis gasped louder and, this time, pushed him slightly away. Both his eyes, pretty and startled, set on him. “Is this the night when you…” He swallowed and then averted his gaze.
Hudson chuckled. “Ask me anything, Otis. The answer will be ‘yes’. Unless, of course,” he teased gently, “you want me to go back to my place and sleep on that horrible sofa only to get up tomorrow with pain in my neck.”
“No, absolutely not,” came the honest reply. “Then I want you… I want you…”
“Yes,” Hudson encouraged him and smiled. He brushed Otis’s hair out of his eyes completely and kissed the now exposed forehead. “Here’s another quick lesson for you, since I know you’re such an avid learner. You can be as bold and naughty as you like. So, go ahead, sweetie, say it the way you want to say it.”
“Can you put it… in?” Otis’s voice dropped to a whisper now.
It only made him want to tease his beautiful neighbor some more. “In… where?”
“In my butt,” Otis said in the same low whisper and then giggled.
“I don’t see why not,” Hudson said, more brusquely than intended. His cock twitched painfully at the offer. Men like Jackie were waiting on the sidelines. Why let his precious Otis wait for him to make the right move — because it had to be right, his entire body was urging him to believe it — and maybe leave him ripe for others to have him?
Even if he ever came to regret this, it felt too right to be wrong. Hudson pushed Otis onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Do you know what you’re asking for? Is this something you need crossed off some list?”
He moved his crotch against Otis, happy to find that the gorgeous man underneath him was suffering the same affliction as he was.
“I do have a list,” Otis admitted and made himself sound so guilty that Hudson couldn’t help himself.
He captured the soft lips between his and dove into the kiss, slowly, without any predictions or planned strategies in mind. Nothing would stand in the way of crossing everything off Otis’s list; he was there for that and more.
“You don’t mind?” Otis asked as soon as Hudson allowed him to breathe. “That I have a list?”
“If it were anyone else but you, I’d be a little annoyed. But it’s you, Otis,” Hudson said and caressed his hair, “and don’t mind my words right now, but I wouldn’t let anyone else have you, not if it cost me everything.”
Otis nodded slowly and blinked. There was a high chance that he didn’t quite understand what Hudson was going on about, but it didn’t matter. Who knew where life would take them in the future? It was something he preferred not to think about right now, no, not now when he wanted Otis so much and it felt as if there was nothing else in the world worth wanting.
“Then have me,” Otis offered himself with the same candor that made him who he was.
Hudson moved only so that he could undress himself, aware of the awe in the pretty blue eyes fixed on him, without blinking. Maybe it would be unnerving for some people, but not him. No, without one shadow of a doubt, he wanted to have those eyes staring at him like that forever.
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Who was he to deserve a man like this? A creeping little thought, thin as a spider’s web, began wrapping itself, cutting like a razor’s edge, around his mind. Hudson was the kind of man anyone would want, unless they had very peculiar tastes, such as not liking muscles, or perfect proportions, or manly body hair, or…
His thoughts were brought to a halt by Hudson climbing on the bed again to kiss him. Otis loved those kisses. They were beyond pleasant; they sent tiny eddies of warmth across his body down to the tips of his fingers and even his toes. But more than anything, Otis sensed something akin to an unknown feeling growing inside him while Hudson kissed him so completely. He no longer belonged to himself. Give and take were perfect words for such a surrender, because he knew that he could never be the same once he gave himself to his boyfriend right now.
“We should get you undressed, too. What do you say?” Hudson asked and teased his lips again, only biting them gently.
“I should, of course,” Otis replied right away.
His hands were uncoordinated and his moves clumsy as he removed his shirt and undershirt. Hudson helped him with the rest, and soon he was naked. Although he had been like this before in his neighbor’s company, now he felt even more naked than he had been before. How could it be possible, to feel yourself more than something you already were?
His hands moved to cover his front, but Hudson chuckled and pushed them away.
“It’s all right to be nervous.”
That was good to know. It meant he wasn’t strange or abnormal. All these new things, would they help him become who he wished to be? He hoped so, and the part that made him feel all warm inside about it all was that he knew he had someone to rely on, someone who liked him, despite all his weirdness.
Hudson made him part his legs and brought his head down. Otis let out small puffs of breath as he felt the warm mouth he knew now descend over his cock and engulf it fully. He was only slightly aware, as if he was a faraway witness to it all while still being inside his body, of the short cries of pleasure he let out while his cock was squeezed and wrapped in that perfect heat.
“Would it be bad if I came?” he asked through his strangled moans.
“Come, baby,” Hudson cooed and returned to devouring his cock in the same manner that was destined to blow his mind.
That was all he needed, and his entire body shook with the intensity of his release. He knew Hudson was drinking him, that part of him, and the thought made him so happy he couldn’t express it. The best part was that he didn’t have to express it at all, save through moans, shouts, and groans that all melted into the same expression of gratitude.
He gasped in surprise as Hudson turned him and placed him on all fours. A look over his shoulder assured him that something equally amazing was bound to happen and soon. His entire skin caught fire as he saw Hudson opening his mouth and letting the semen on his tongue pour down.
His crack was slowly getting wet, as Hudson moved his tongue along it, while his eyelids drooped like a lazy cat’s. Otis wanted to tell him that he was embarrassed, that he couldn’t take it, but it wasn’t what he wanted to say and, for a change, he said nothing and waited for good things to happen to him.
Something inside him throbbed with new want as Hudson proceeded to lick his butthole at leisure, shooting a glance at him from time to time.
“Now, this is something that needs proper consideration,” Hudson explained as he pushed himself up to his feet. “We will take it slowly.”