FREE FICTION FRIDAY: IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING CH 31: IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE

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IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING

( IYLS )

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SUMMARY

David and Jesse are childhood friends who get separated in their teens but meet up again at university in Newcastle, Australia.

They soon find out that though some things remain the same, other change… oh boy, do they change.

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Previously

I wanted him. Lord, how I wanted him—my cock was as hard as stone and leaking like a sieve as it lay trapped between our bodies. I was literally aching with need, wanting him more than I’d ever wanted anything or anyone before, but for me, it was more than physical. It wasn’t just about sex.

I wanted him for life. I wanted his voice to envelope me. Hell, I wanted it to sink into my very bones. I wanted those eyes of his that spoke so eloquently to me, so often framing the questions his lips couldn’t, to be the last thing I saw at night, and the first thing I saw upon waking. I wanted to wear his smell as if it were just another article of clothing, and to never go a day without knowing his touch.

Yes, it was so much more to me than just getting off. And if being patient and waiting until he was ready was what it took to give me a chance at what I wanted, well then, my aching, throbbing cock could drop off for all I cared, because I could and would wait.

Feeling the tension in his upper body, I ghosted my hands up his back and over his shoulders to cup his face. “Relax, Jere, I’m in no rush. We can take our time. Just do whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“That’s not what your cock is saying,” he replied, smiling a little nervously as he wiggled his thigh against my rock-hard erection to emphasize his observation.

“Yes… hmm… It would seem my dick rather likes you! I’m not sure why…”

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CHAPTER 31: IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE

“Yes… hmm… It would seem my dick rather likes you! I’m not sure why,” I teased, grinning at him and hoping a little humor would ease his nerves.

He laughed, reaching down to smack the side of my hip. “Fuck you!”

“Sure, but the lube’s in my bag… You wanna go get it?”

The smile on his face froze.

“Joke. I was just joking, Jere.”

Biting his lip, a flush staining his cheeks, he looked to the side, away from me, his expression a little shamefaced. “Sorry, Davie. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. By the way I’m acting you’d think I was a simpering virgin from the Victorian era. You’d think I didn’t want this… and I do. I really do.”

“Hey, look at me,” I asked quietly, cupping his cheek, encouraging him to face me again. “In some respects you are a virgin, and that’s okay. We’ll go as fast or as slow as you want. Gay sex isn’t as, um, absolute or defined as hetero, if you know what I mean.” Seeing the question in his eyes, I continued, “How do I put this? In boy/girl sex, generally speaking, you’ve got the cock so you get to plug the holes, but for gay couples the, um, dynamic is a little different and really depends on the individual tastes and needs of each partner. And I mean it, Jere. There’s no rush. No pressure. Despite our, um, moment on the stairs, we’re not impatient sixteen year olds. We’ll just take our time and find out what works for both of us.”

A huge grin broke out across his face, before he buried it in my shoulder, his body shaking with laughter. “Jesus, Davie… I’ve got the cock so I get to plug the holes? You are so articulate… not!” Raising his face, his cheeks pink from his amusement, he shook his head at me. “You’re not leaving much room for toys or a bit of kink there, man.”

I chuckled, not in the least offended by his laughter—my lack of eloquence had served its purpose–he was no longer nervous. “Well, I’m always open to suggestion. Now bring your misbehaving, kinky, exhibitionist mouth down here so I can plug it with my equally naughty tongue,” I play growled.

I didn’t need to ask him twice.

As we lay there playing tonsil hockey, my cock bitching at me about my decision to make it wait, I mentally thanked each and every deity I’d prayed to during the day.

I was here.

With Jeremy.

In his bed.

Having just had his beautiful dick in my mouth.

And god it was; his cock really was beautiful. Ordinarily, beautiful wasn’t my adjective of choice when describing a dick. Big, powerful, erotic, hot, sexy, and even occasionally, magnificent, were more the words that came to mind when I looked at another guy’s equipment. Admittedly most of my viewing had been via porn, but still… Not that I hadn’t heard other men describe someone as having a beautiful cock. Hell, Erik had used it time and again to describe mine, but I’d always shaken my head, never understanding the term in relation to a dick.

Not, that is, until I’d seen Jeremy with an erection.

It didn’t take much to conjure up the picture of what it had looked like as he’d lain back on the stairs in those few brief moments of sanity before I’d swooped in to devour it. In fact, I was pretty sure the image was permanently lasered onto my brain. Lying against his belly, it had been almost the same tawny shade, wonderfully smooth and cut, and capped by a perfectly formed rosy, bell-shaped head. Yep, truly beautiful.

And if I’d thought it looked beautiful, as it twitched and oozed its little dewdrops of pre-cum under my gaze, well, it had felt even better filling my throat.

My moan of protest as he pulled his lips from mine turned to a moan of pleasure as he moved down to suck on my Adam’s apple, and I stretched my neck to give him better access.

“You know what you said about taking our time, Davie?” he murmured against my skin.

“Hmm.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” His lips moved to my left nipple, clenching it lightly between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue as he gently tugged on it. My poor beleaguered cock surged. At times like this, I wished my nipples weren’t hardwired to my dick.

“Um, yeah… good idea,” I mumbled, struggling to remember why waiting was such a great plan.

“I mean, we have all the time in the world, don’t we?”

He turned his attentions to my right nipple, teasing it in the same way, and my cock desperately tried to punch a hole in his belly button in its search for an orifice.

“As long as you need,” I moaned, trying to hang onto my resolve and not push him.

“It shows maturity, ’cause you’re right, we’re not horny sixteen-year olds anymore.”

No, I’m just a horny twenty-year old… “Yeah… mature…”

Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the center line of my torso he paused at my belly button, his hot, poking tongue delving and exploring, and I discovered something new about myself as I arched up into his mouth, my pole pulsing, the head brushing the underside of his chin. Fuck, my belly button’s connected to my cock too!

“I think your dick is trying to tickle me,” he chuckled, pausing for a moment to look up at me through his lashes, before dipping his tongue back in to tease me some more. “What was I saying?” he asked absently, following it with more tongue thrusting and sucking on my newly discovered erogenous zone. “Oh yeah, it shows maturity… but you know what, Davie?”

“What?” I croaked, trying not to squirm under his tickling but erotic tongue.

“To hell with maturity!” he cried, diving down on my tool, swallowing me whole the way I had him.

And promptly gagged.

Surprise saw me immobilized.

He pulled back, coughing and spluttering, his eyes watering, but before I could stop him he dived down once more, trying to stuff all of me into his mouth. I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my lips as he gagged again, his throat strangling the head of my cock. He tried to fight his body’s desire to expel me from it, water spilling over his lids, as his body heaved.

Grabbing his shoulders, I gently pushed him back. “Whoa, easy there, stud.”

“Jesus Christ, Davie!” he sputtered, sitting back on his heels as he brushed the water from his reddened cheeks with the backs of his hands. “How in hell does anyone do that?”

Sitting up, I reached out and grabbed him, hauling him back up my body until he was straddling my thighs. “Well, most try to crawl before they walk,” I said, chuckling. I tenderly wiped a stray tear from his cheek. I shook my head at him, kissing him lightly. “Trust you to want to start with a sprint!”

He looked down, smiling shyly and biting his bottom lip. “Seriously though, Davie, I should be able to do it. Right? I mean, it didn’t seem like it was, um, rocket science whenever I’ve been on the receiving end.”

“Hey, with a bit of practice and a little determination you will be able to.”

“But what if I can’t? What if I’m never any good at it? Fuck, I’m sorry. I really wanted it to be good for you,” he whispered.

“Hey, enough of that. I’ve never known you to not excel at something that you’ve set your mind to. Sucking cock won’t be any different—”

“But what if I can never deep throat?”

I shrugged, “So what? Deep throating is overrated in my opinion anyway—”

“Didn’t feel bloody overrated to me when you were doing it to me on the stairs,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes.

Sighing, I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. I hated the way self-doubt was clouding the normally sparkling aspect of his gray eyes. “Tell me something. Did you kiss as well at fourteen as you do now?”

“God, no!” he exclaimed, shaking his head, the beginnings of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I probably sucked at it, if you’ll pardon the pun.”

“Well, giving a blow job is no different. The more you do it the better you’ll get.”

“Is this your way of getting me to suck your dick a lot?” he asked, and I was so damn grateful he was recovering his quick-witted humor. Silently, I thanked the heavens that nothing kept him down and discouraged for long.

I grinned, playing along. “Maybe…”

“Jeez, here I was thinking you were so altruistic. I was just about ready to put you up for sainthood.”

“Nah, I’ll have to decline the honor—it was selfish self-interest the whole way,” I replied, sighing dramatically.

His answering chuckle warmed my body, as if he’d dipped me in melted chocolate, and my hands found their way to his shoulder blades, drawing him to me until our chests were flush. I pressed my lips to his, sucking the breath from his lungs into mine before blowing it back into his. He moaned at my little trick, so I repeated it again and again until we were both starved of oxygen and had to break the kiss or risk passing out.

I shuffled him back a little and then forward, wanting to allow my cock to spring up between us so he could introduce himself properly to his new best friend. The contact had the tongue-on-live-battery thing zinging along my nerves, and I froze, squeezing my eyes shut so that I didn’t shoot my load. Hearing Jere’s deep drawn out moan told me he was having a similar problem. With my hands still on his shoulder blades I could feel the rapid pounding of his heart—it matched mine, beat for thunderous beat. One very long minute later, I opened my eyes to see his lips already softly parted and I was convinced they were inviting me in… so I entered.

Taking my time, I explored his mouth; his taste was an odd mixture of salt, sugar, and mint, and it was so fucking addictive that I licked every surface and sucked on his tongue wanting more. Bringing one hand between us, I rubbed my thumb over both our knobs, spreading our pre-cum down our shafts before clasping them in my fist and slowly stroking us both.

“Holy fucking shit!” Jeremy cried, wresting his lips from mine to throw his head back. Wasting no time, I latched onto his throat and sucked greedily, incredibly tempted to leave my mark on him. “David… fuck, Davie, you have to stop or I’m going to blow my load!” he gasped.

“Fire away,” I panted continuing to jerk us both off while I nipped and licked my way down his neck and along his collarbone.

“No… No… I want to try again.”

Leaning back and stilling my hand, my breath still leaving me in hurried gusts, I waited until he opened his eyes. “Are you sure, love? You don’t have to.”

“I want to… I’m not sure I’ll be any good, but I want to try.”

“Don’t worry about being an instant expert,” I told him caressing the nape of his neck as I drew him to me, resting our foreheads together. “I know your teacher and he gives extra points for enthusiasm.”

“Oh, good, enthusiasm I can do,” he breathed, my lips curving upward at hearing the smile in his voice. “Lie back and enjoy your enthusiastic ride then, Mr. Sadler.”

Climbing off me to kneel between my splayed thighs, he wrapped his warm hand about the base of my shaft, bending it back so it stood almost upright. I reclined, my elbows supporting my weight, and at the sight of his fist about me more blood rushed to my dick, turning the corona a reddish purple.

“You’re bigger than me, I think.” His eyes flickered to mine briefly before returning to his perusal of my cock, and I realized that, other than those few brief moments in the entryway, this was the first time he’d ever really held another man’s dick in his hands. I didn’t feel in the least bit shy to have him study my package—I mightn’t be hung like a porn star, but I was no slouch either.

“Perhaps a little longer,” I whispered, feeling more than a little overcome. “But I think you have more girth.”

He chuckled, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “All the better to plug you with.”

“Name the time and place, and I’ll be there,” I quipped, winking at him broadly.

He returned his attention to my dick and with each stroke he became more confident, his grip firmer, and it thrilled me to see his smile of satisfaction as another bead of pre-cum bubbled out, beginning its slide down the glans. A look of determination settled on his features, and I watched with a kernel of trepidation pitted in my guts as he lowered his head, his tongue poking out from between his kiss-swollen lips. He was about to taste me, undiluted and direct from the source, for the very first time. Fuck, I hope he likes it. Knowing how diet affected the flavor, I’d always made sure to eat a lot of fruit and veg, especially pineapple, but even so, it was, as Erik had always said with a huge grin on his face, an acquired taste. Tentatively, he swirled his tongue around my engorged crown, and I moaned softly at the feel of his wet warmth against the now flushed and sensitive skin. Hearing me seemed to give him confidence, and it was with a much firmer touch that he poked the tip into the slit, finishing his exploration with another flourishing swirl about my head before raising his head, a triumphant look on his face.

“Well, it isn’t exactly a rum and Coke…” I held my breath. “But I like it!”

“Thank Christ for that,” I blurted before I could put my filter in place.

Laughing softly, he leaned over to kiss me. “Were you afraid I wouldn’t like it?”

All I could do was nod, feeling the flush of embarrassment creep up my neck and into my cheeks.

“Davie, Davie, Davie,” he intoned, mimicking the lecturing tone his mother had so often used on us when she’d caught us getting into mischief yet again. “I like everything about you. Of course, I’d like how you taste.”

It didn’t matter that it was said in jest—my heart didn’t care. All it heard was that he liked everything about me, and it swelled at a rate that would have put my racing car cock to shame.

“So what now? What next?” he asked, eager now that the first hurdle had been crossed.

“You kiss me, and then you play and explore.”

“Familiarize myself with the equipment, so to speak?” he asked grinning.

“Yep,” I smiled back at him, feeling beyond happy that he was so keen that I was pretty sure if my old dragon lady of a Physic teacher, Mrs. Booth, was present, I’d have planted a big sloppy kiss on her. “Just do the things that you like, and um, feel free to experiment.”

“Huh, Jere,” I said as he moved to lower his head back to my leaking cock. He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised in question. Sighing dramatically, I bemoaned, “How soon you forget… Kiss first!”

An impish grin that saw his dimple putting in an appearance broke out upon his face. “Oops.”

One sweet kiss later he was back hovering over my crotch getting better acquainted with my dick.

It was both the best blow job I’d ever had, bar none, and the worst.

He struggled to take more than a few inches of my pole into his hot mouth without gagging and each time it happened he’d look up at me through his lashes apologetically and I’d smile or blow him a kiss. As the minutes passed he got better at coordinating his hands, tongue, and mouth to work in unison but there were still a few times he forgot about shielding his teeth and scraped my head painfully.

Each time he hit one of my hot spots or did something that felt good I let him know, moaning and whimpering without restraint, and as I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him, his expression endearingly serious, I was overcome with love for him. His whole being was concentrated on giving me pleasure—he ignored his own swollen dick completely—and I could see it as clearly as if it had been written on him in neon lights that pleasing me was more important to him than chasing his own gratification.

I knew that feeling.

I’d just had it myself when I’d blown him on the stairs.

As I continued to watch him being so focused on me, his eyes glowing with happiness when he saw how turned on I was to see his lips wrapped so eagerly around my cock, I realized anew just what was happening.

I was here with Jeremy.

And we were making love.

The miracle of it overwhelmed me, and as the emotions welled up in me I was scared I was going to embarrass myself by crying.

I learned something as I stared at him, mesmerized.

All the technical skills in the world couldn’t compare with emotion.

They couldn’t compare with need and love.

And love him I did.

I loved him, and I needed him, and with one glance he could fill me with more emotion than my heart could hold.

Whether it was my epiphany or his loving ministrations, I would never know, but at that moment I felt the familiar tightening in my balls and my cock swelled.

“Jere… gonna come,” I warned, wanting to give him a chance to pull away if he wasn’t ready to swallow my seed.

I battled my eyes which longed to shut and revel in the sweet ecstasy of my orgasm, winning long enough to see his eyes widen and darken with emotion. An emotion that had a molten warmth radiating out from my heart, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes which had absolutely nothing to do with my erupting cock.

As I lost myself to the moment, it struck me… this was only the beginning.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

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One response to “FREE FICTION FRIDAY: IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING CH 31: IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE

  1. Lovin it! I know you stay busy and it can’t be easy to always take time out each week for FREE FICTION FRIDAY but I sure love it. Thanks again for my FFF fix 😀

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