I was enjoying myself but still curious to explore him a bit. I took his socks off with my other hand and stared at the biggest, prettiest feet I’d seen in a long time. The same sandy blond hair ran along the tops, and I grabbed one and licked up from the heel, along the arch, to the big toe. I looked down at him as I slid his big toe into my mouth and sucked on it. His scent was as beautiful as anything else about him.
“HOly shit yes but ohmygod that tickles a little,” he laughed. “But don’t fucking stop!” I licked between his toes and bit the ball of his foot, eliciting more sounds of laughter and pleasure, as he slowly stroked his beautiful cock.
I kissed the side of his calf, rubbed his chest and abs, and asked how he felt.
“Like I’m ready,” he said quietly, with just a hint of uncertainty, smiling at me and making my knees feel like they might buckle. I stopped fingering him, reached over into the nightstand for a condom, and coming back I laid down on top of him, kissing him and grinding myself into him. I slid up a little and placed his huge cock along my crack, running my hole up and down the length of it and continuing to kiss him. It turned me on to feel him there and made me rock hard again. He pressed into me, and I could feel him getting harder as well.
Moment of truth. I readjusted, kneeling between his legs, and rolled the condom on, lubing generously. I looked up at him and he nodded, reaching toward me. I leaned forward and he put his hand on my face. Turning sideways, I took his first two fingers into my mouth and sucked on them, while I felt for his pucker and placed the head of my cock against it. He breathed in sharply and curled his fingers slightly in my mouth.
I started to press, and the head popped in, followed by about half of my length. His fingers curled further, and he rasped out, “hhhHOmygod,” under his breath. I paused.
He put both hands on my shoulders, then one behind my head. His mouth was open as if he was going to say something, but he made no sound. His deep blue eyes positively bored into mine. He pulled me toward him and I leaned down, letting my full weight rest on him, pushing into him all the way, and kissing him at the same time. He moaned into my mouth, brought his hips up, and curled his legs around me, squeezing me with them.
We lay like that for a moment, and then his hands moved down to my hips, pushing me away slightly, then pulling me back towards him. I took the cue and began to fuck him gently, slowly, with longer thrusts gradually over time. He had his head back, eyes closed and partially-smiling mouth open, a look of total ecstasy as I gripped his biceps and he held the backs of my arms. With each of my thrusts he let out a soft grunt. We were both getting slightly damp with sweat. The scent of his body was becoming more prominent through his deodorant, and it was positively intoxicating.
“I can’t believe…you’re fucking me. Please…just…don’t stop,” he whispered.
I was going faster now, spurred by the way he had started grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him. Each stroke caused his incredibly rigid cock to slap into his belly audibly. It seemed to be getting even more engorged and slightly darker. He was grunting louder now, moving with me, as I rested my hands on his beautiful chest, which was blushed to match his face.
His breathing intensified, and that spurred me to push into him harder, until he suddenly opened his eyes, looking down at me. His face had grown serious, redder, and I could see his blue eyes squinting, shining with tears. He clutched my thighs with intense strength, let out a half yell, and then-
“Daddy!”
That was it. I completely lost it, and thrust so deeply, cumming so forcefully I thought I would break the condom. I closed my eyes and held onto his chest, feeling I would collapse otherwise, as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed deep within him. I breathed deeply, opening my eyes, looked down at him. The reason for his sudden reaction became clear: he had shot rope after rope of cum across his chest and my forearms. Without touching himself. And it was because of me.
He was breathless. “Dude… you… I came…from like the inside. What the fuck!”
Breathing deep, laughing. He closed his eyes and tears had streamed down over his temples. I leaned down and kissed them, tasting their salt, and then kissing him. I slipped out of him gently, and turned both of us to settle down on our sides, facing each other. He put his hand and his head on my chest, throwing a leg over me. I held his head and ran my hands through his gorgeous blond hair, now streaked with sweat. We were panting, sticky, wet, and smelled of each other.
“Jon?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you,” he sighed gently.
He had finally overwhelmed me. My eyes burned and brimmed with tears, and my nose filled, and a deep breath exhaled into a sob. He looked up suddenly at me. “Are you ok?”
I turned to wipe my eyes and nose on the sheets. I didn’t really want him to see me like this. He took my face by the chin in his strong hand and gently turned me back toward him. His blond hair, blue eyes, and concerned expression practically radiated light.
“I am. I’m okay,” I started, “just a little overwhelmed. By you, and what we just did. What we…shared.”
His turn. His eyes reddened and his chin wrinkled slightly. “I asked you to show me…and you did…and I just…I had no idea it would be like that.”
“I didn’t either, Chance, honest.” I breathed deep and held him to me, allowing silence to punctuate our mutual admissions. After a bit I offered, “It’s probably a good idea to talk a little bit, but maybe after a shower and with a beer?”
“Like a couple of dudes,” he grinned.
We got up and showered together. There was a curious mix of behavior; two guys at the gym, two brothers flicking each other’s genitals to be stupid, two lovers occasionally kissing again. I had a couple robes and offered him one, and we sat around drinking beer on the couch after the shower. He put his foot up in my lap and I rubbed it happily.
“Do you think I’m gay now? Bi?” he asked.
“I don’t think you are anything you weren’t before, just because of what happened. I’m sure you learned something about yourself, but what I think about you doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me,” he said, looking down.
“Fair. I think you’re incredibly intelligent, incredibly kind, and incredibly beautiful. And really well-mannered. But only you can figure out what you need, who you are. And those things are known to change over time.”
He looked pensive, watching me rub his foot. “I don’t…know, now.” He lifted his eyes to meet mine. “I probably need some time to think.”
I thought for a moment. “I think that sounds right,” I started. But he deserved more than a recommendation to go think. “I can promise you two things. One, unless something happens that makes you decide you don’t want to, I’ll be here for you to talk to any time you need. And two, the only thing I’m hoping for, that I want for you, is that you’re happy.”
“Maybe I could take some time and then come see you again, not to…necessarily…just to talk?”