“These are pretty cute,” I said.
He smiled, “I like bees, and honey…honey. Sorry, Dr. Honey.” He made a goofy expression with his tongue out between his teeth and rolled his eyes. I thought I might die on the spot, and couldn’t help coming back up to kiss him deeply. There had been a straight boy who called me honey once before in my life, and it was just as sweet then.
Back to my previous task, I gently tugged at the waistband of his boxers and the loose scrubs complied, and down his legs everything went, revealing one of the largest cocks I had ever seen, surrounded by golden hair, and sitting atop an incredibly full, smooth scrotum. I took his hardness in my hand and my fingers only met my thumb with some squeezing. It was easily nine inches, throbbing hard, and topped by a nicely-proportioned mushroom head. I leaned down and just inhaled next to it, kissing the spot where it attached to him. He inhaled quickly at the burst of cool air I’d caused.
“You smell so amazing,” I said as I looked up to see him, open-mouthed.
“Really? People…someone…well, I’ve been told to shower more, sometimes.”
“Nuh-uh. I could fall asleep with my face here. It’s… it makes my heart race.”
He smiled, “Well, don’t fall asleep yet because I like what you’re doing.”
That encouragement registered, I licked under his full balls and up between them, along and to the tip of his hardness. He gasped. I ran my hands up his abs to his chest as I took as much of his pectorals into my hands and his cock into my throat as I could. I felt his chest heave.
“Doc-…J-…Jonathan I- holyshit!”
I smiled and gripped the base of his dick, squeezing slightly and feeling it grow momentarily in my mouth. I was able to get at least half of it in, maybe more, and I was determined to show this boy something new in my approach and technique. I knew what I wanted so badly when someone went down on me, and I was determined to do even better for him. I came up off it, and then plunged it back deep into my throat. I tasted the subtle salinity of his precum and felt it slick on my tongue.
“Fuck… that… that’s so good.”
I came up for air and slid along his stunning (and now slightly trembling) body, back up to kiss him.
“Taste yourself on my lips.” I kissed him deeply. Now he had the Marty McFly look, which thankfully melted into a smile in his eyes, that then closed. He kissed me back, filling my mouth with his tongue, and then pushed me up by my shoulders, staring at me, smiling.
“You’re killing me. That was so hot. Can I…taste yours?” he asked. I smiled and nodded. He kicked off his scrubs and underwear, and flipped me on my back (Christ he was strong), taking off my sweatpants and briefs very quickly. In a break-my-heart moment he leaned down and performed the same series of moves on me that I had just done to him; took in my scent, kissed, then licked up between my balls and along the length of my cock. He kissed the tip, held it up, looked at me, and then sunk his mouth around it. He adjusted quickly, giving me a pretty decent blowjob for what I presumed was his first time ever.
Then he came up to kiss me. “Now you taste yours on mine.” Seriously killing me here, boy.
He laid himself over top of me, pushing himself up with his arms, resting his hardon next to mine, looking at it.
“You make me look small, buddy,” I said. It was true. I was used to being bigger, often, but his was quite a lot larger.
“Yeah, I’m told it’s ‘so huge.’ Sometimes I wish it was more like yours, honestly.”
“Why?” I asked, though I knew the answer.
“It’s…not always great when a girl is…” he trailed off, blushing. “Sorry, I shouldn’t talk about that, maybe.”
“Hey,” I cooed, running my hand through his hair, “you’re not on stage. You can tell me anything. I mean fuck, look at us!”
He laughed, rolled his eyes slightly. “I know, right? I was just saying, it’s not like I can really do what my body wants to when I’m with a girl. A lot of the ones I’ve been with couldn’t take it. One outright refused when she saw it!”
“Yeah, that must be tough man, I’m sorry.” I really felt for him – how could I not? He was so genuine. I refused to ask about his current girlfriend, only hoping she was more…capacious, for his sake.
He suddenly laughed, kneeled up, and laughed some more.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t suppose YOU could?” he smiled, waving it at me, menacingly.
“Uhhh, I think my eyes are definitely bigger than my stomach on this one,” I winked at him. That would not have been a good first experience for him.
“Yeah,” he sighed, tracing his fingers along my abdomen, stopping at my belly button, and moving down to close around my cock. He stroked the head with his thumb thoughtfully, and said in almost a whisper, “But, maybe I could? With yours?” He looked up at me and even his chest blushed.
My brain was throbbing. “I would explore just about anything with you at this point, Chance.”
He smiled. “So, what do we…do?”
I felt like I was handed the keys to a new car that still had the anti-scratch plastic over some of the panels. “Hmm… I’m gonna play with you, and that’ll help prepare for maybe…other things. Here, you stay hard, and lean over me like you were before,” I said, as I reached over into the nightstand drawer for the lube.
“Should I get on my back?” His eager blue eyes searched mine.
“Being like this gives you more control, in case you don’t like what you’re feeling. First I’m going to use my finger, like an exam.” I slid down just a little, so I could reach under him, warming the lube with my hand. I explored the area behind his balls with my slick hand, and his beautiful curves led me straight to my target.
I rubbed the lube around his pucker with my hand and then slowly pressed with my middle finger. He was stroking himself. It popped in relatively easily, and with slow back and forth motions I eventually had my finger all the way into him. All the while his mouth and eyes got wider, and once I was inside he started to make sounds halfway between bursts of laughter and yelling.
“HAH! HAH! Holy fuck! Ho-ly-FUCK!” he shouted, starting to back into my hand. “Dude, you’re INSIDE me! And it’s awesome! What the fuck!”
I could hardly help but laugh at his surprise and delight. “Yeah, it can be pretty great. You never…?”
“NO! holy FUCK!” He bucked against my finger a few times more, and then without warning flipped over onto his back. My finger slipped out, and he was holding his legs by the shins, still grinning at me. “Can we try it like this?” I knelt up and positioned myself between his socked feet.
My finger slid easily back into him, and we were back to before, with him open-mouthed gasping, yelling, laughing. He was losing a little hardness and I started to stroke him. “It really feels best if you keep hard. It can sort of get annoying otherwise.”
“I don’t think…this could ever…feel bad,” he said between gasps.
As his excitement and breathing settled down, I tried adding my first finger to my middle, and soon both were in and feeling his prostate. He wasn’t overly tight and seemed able to relax pretty well. “Does it still feel good?” I asked. He nodded.