“No, really, it’s nothing,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
“It’s just that… ”
“What?”
“… Well…”
I frowned. His demeanour was quite different than it had been just a few minutes earlier. He had looked fine. Now, he looked like he had a bad case of trapped wind.
“Nicholas?”
“What?”
He turned to look at me with such intensity, I found it a little unnerving.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
He nodded, then smiled. Then his eyes widened, quite alarmingly.
“Nicholas?'”
“I’m just thinking,” he said, in a strained voice.
“About what?”
“I’m just thinking.”
I wondered if he was having a psychotic episode.
“Okay, well let me know when – ”
Suddenly, he lunged at me. I had just time enough to register surprise before he had pressed his lips against mine.
I pushed him away. “What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Oh, God!” He looked as shocked as I was.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “No,” he said.
“You’re nodding, but saying no,” I said.
“Oh, God,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”
Whereupon, he lunged at me again. This time knocking me off my seat, onto the lawn. Before I knew what was happening, he was on top of me, his mouth against my mouth again. I needed to breath, so I opened my mouth. He saw this as an invitation to push his tongue into it. I beat my fists on his back, but it was useless. He was twice my size. Then, he stopped. I sucked in a breath. Then lay there panting like I had just run a marathon. For several seconds, we just looked at each other, our faces just inches apart.
“What the fuck, Nicholas,” I said.
His response was to start kissing me again.
Finally, he climbed off me. I just lay there, not sure what day of the week it was. I raised my head. He was standing there, breathing heavily, looking down at me. Slowly, I got to my feet. He was chewing on his lower lip. He started towards me.
“No, wait,” I shouted. “Just a second. Okay? Let’s talk about this for a moment.”
He walked towards me, purposefully. I thought he was going to attack me again, but he stopped directly in front of me… and knelt down.
At first, I didn’t understand. Then, I did. “Oh, my God – really?”
I looked down at his face. He was clearly waiting for me to make the next move. Don’t do it, Lucien, I told myself. Don’t do it!
“What is happening?” I asked.
“I don’t know,’ he said.
“Have you thought this through?”
“Yes,” he said, emphatically.
“And you’re absolutely sure?”
“I’m absolutely sure.”
“Okay,” I said, and pushed my shorts and my underpants down as far as my knees.
He had said he was absolutely sure.
He gaped at my cock, Boys didn’t usually gape at my cock. While aesthetically pleasing to the eye, it wasn’t one you would gape at. Being a tad on the small side. However, if he wanted to gape, I wasn’t going to stop him. Besides, if anything happened, it had to be at his pace.
He raised a hand and touched my cock. Then, he curled his fingers around it. With his other hand, he gently caressed my balls.
“You can walk away from this any time you want,” I said.
He looked up at me. I could tell he was considering what I had said. But I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He looked at my cock again. Then, very slowly, he leaned towards me, and took my cock inside his mouth.
I took a couple of deep breaths. Nicholas started to pull on my cock with his lips. My dick started to lengthen and thicken as he did so. The pleasure I felt increased incrementally as my cock swelled with blood.
I pushed my fingers through his hair. It took me about fifteen seconds to get an erection. Within thirty seconds, I had taken several steps up the hill, at the pinnacle of which was the ultimate pleasure. Nicholas was making little moaning sounds as his head moved back and forth.
Then, he withdrew to ask: “Am I doing it right?”
I gently moved his head back onto my cock. “You’re doing marvellously well,” I said.
He started to suck me again.
I had a feeling I wasn’t going to last long, and this proved to be the case.
“Okay, I think you’d better back off now,” I said.
He ignored me.
“I’m going to come,” I said.
Still, he ignored me.
I backed away from him. I grabbed my dick, shuddered, shook, and ejaculated onto the grass.
“Why didn’t you let me suck you off?” he asked.
“Shut up for a second, will you?”
I was still dealing with my orgasm. Stroking my dick produced another dribble of sperm.
“Okay,” I said, “I’m ready to take questions now.”
“Why didn’t you come in my mouth.”
“I did you a favour,” I said. “Sucking a cock is one thing. A mouthful of spunk is something else. Walk before you can run.”
I squeezed one last drop of sperm out of my cock.
“Well,” I concluded, “that was unexpected.”
He was still on his knees. His arms at his sides. His face had assumed a curious expression. I think the magnitude of what he had just done was only then beginning to dawn on him.
“I just sucked a dick,” he said, confirming my thought.
“And did a first rate job,” I said.
I pulled up my shorts.
“Fuck,” he said.
“Fuck – good or fuck – bad?” I asked.
He placed a hand on top of his head, as if he was holding it in place. Then, he shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said.
“Well, I enjoyed it immensely,” I said.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “What if Justine finds out?”
“How is she going to find out? I’m not going to tell her.”
“You promise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” I said.
I held out a hand and helped him to his feet. When he was standing, I placed my hands on his shoulders. “So, was that just a one-off?” I asked.
He shook his head. Not to say “no”, but in helplessness.
“Well,” I went on, “perhaps I can return the favour next time… ”
His eyes widened.
“… Right now, though, you have to sort yourself out. Justine will be home soon.”
He shook his head. “I can’t see her now.”
He had a point.
“Then you had better skedaddle,” I said.
He skedaddled.
His girlfriend arrived home about ten minutes later. “You seem in a good mood,” she said.
“Do I?” I replied. ” I can’t think why.”
And that, I think, would be a great line on which to end the first part of this story.