Even while he thought that, moist, wet heat glided over his shaft. Fuck! No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the thrusts. His eyes wouldn’t open either, rolling into the back of his head with every move Pen made. That boy’s mouth was nothing short of magical!
I want this to last. I want something to remember. Pen took as much of the hard cock into his mouth as he could, then wrapped one hand right below his lips. As he pulled back up, sucking hard, that hand followed. He came off completely, but the hand continued until his palm rubbed over the tip. Then he went back down as far as he could again. Pen whimpered as he continued in this manner for a few minutes, loving the gasps and cries of the man he wanted to pleasure.
“Fucking Hell! That’s the best. Fuck. Nobody’s ever done me so good. Pen, fuck! Again. Oh shit.”
The pace increased bit by bit. Pen switched hands and dropped the hand lubricated with spit and pre come to rub at the soft, sensitive spot behind Ryan’s balls. It didn’t take long before the massage and suction made Ryan shout and snap his hips forward, pushing the long prick further into his mouth.
He gagged slightly, but recovered quickly enough to swallow each spurt of come. Some dripped out of the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t mind. It was even more delicious than he’d expected, not too thick or bitter. It was the first time he’d enjoyed the taste so much.
Satisfied with both the experience and the vague murmurs he heard from Ryan, Pen laid his head on the muscular stomach and pressed open-mouthed kisses to the skin there. His hair was stroked for a few moments, but it soon stopped. He waited a bit before lifting his head to see Ryan fast asleep. Pen dared a kiss on that lovely mouth, just a soft touch that wouldn’t awaken Ryan. It was time for him to go.
Quietly he went to the shelf and took down an album he’d looked at earlier, while Ryan prepared their dinner. He removed the only two pictures inside and dropped the empty album on nearby chair. In the kitchen, he found some paper and pens and scribbled a quick note, which he tucked into the album. It wasn’t what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell the man how happy he was that they’d seen each other again, and that he thought Ryan was wonderful. That wasn’t what was best, however.
With a sad sigh, he slipped out of the apartment and came face to face with Joey. “Um, hey. What…I mean, how are you doing?”
“P! Well, Pen I guess. Ryan told me your name. How are you doing?”
“I’m good, away from Alex is good. I just wish you hadn’t said anything to Ryan. Alex was very, um, upset about that visit, and I was only a day or two away from leaving him anyway.” Joey bit his lip and smiled his apology.
“I was just so worried about you. Harvey was too. I was so glad when Ryan told me that you’d moved out and left Alex, you have no idea. Harvey left me, though, before I found out, but I know he’d be happy too.”
Pen opened his mouth to say how sorry he was, but Joey waved a hand to stop him. “Don’t worry about it. I’m off on a trip for work, which will take my mind off things. How about we get together for lunch when I get back? Here’s my number and you give me a call next weekend to work something out.”
After a hug and kiss, they parted company. Pen couldn’t help but wonder what had happened between the two, since they’d seemed so in love and together. After a moment, however, his thoughts went back to the note he left in the apartment, hoping it wasn’t a mistake.
I hope you got what you wanted from me, Ryan. I’ve taken the pictures you have of me, because they’re mine. You had no right to keep them. Stay away from me. Don’t try to contact me and don’t look up information on me. I just want to be left alone. Thanks for dinner. Pen.