Chapter 7

Isucked another man's dick today.

I never thought I'd suck another guy's dick. Never thought a cock would go anywhere near my mouth. It wasn't something I had on my life's bingo card, that's for sure. But everything about Yuri makes me want to please him. I'm sure he was fine with my handjobs since he always looked close to losing his mind when I jerked him off, but I wanted to give him more. Scratch that, I wanted more. The look in his eyes when I was down on my knees is an image that'll never leave my memory. It was so worth my stomach being in knots and my heart being lodged in my throat.

After his scene is done, Trev and Yuri take some still shots before Jake calls it a day. I had hoped Yuri would come back over to me, but he hightailed it to the locker room. I'm not sure why I expected him to change his routine because I sucked him off, but I hoped he'd kiss me again before running off. Whatever. He has to give me a ride home, so maybe there will be more kisses when we leave here.

Never in a million years have I been so desperate to have someone's mouth on me. But Yuri is different. He's the only one I'm desperate for.

I should be freaking out, wanting to kiss and suck and touch and fuck another man, but I'm not. Not anymore. Yuri said I didn't have to label anything, so I'm not. I'm just going to roll with it and see what happens. I don't have high hopes that Yuri and I will be a couple since I really don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but I hope he'll at least stick around for a while and we can be friends or something. I'd really like that.

Jake walks over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You okay, kid?"

I nod, looking at him with a grin. "Guess I'm taking to the job pretty good, huh?"

He gives me a long look. "Be careful. You may be cool with what he's doing right now, but I'm sure when you get too deep, you'll want him to stop. That'll hurt your relationship."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I say, "I'm not trying to change him." I know he's talking about Yuri, so I'm not going to play dumb. Anyone with eyes can see how I look at him. "This was his job before I came along. I can handle it."

Taking an appeasing look at me, Jake nods and smiles. "Yeah, I think you can at that."

Right then, Yuri walks out of the locker room, coming to stand beside me, but not touching me. I want him to touch me—put his arm around me, grab my hand, brush against my arm, something. But he keeps his distance. His proximity is comfortable though.

"Ready?" he asks and I nod. "See you in a few days, Jake."

"Yeah. You're working with Bailey and Colt next week. Trev will be doing some solo scenes."

"That works," Yuri says and we head out.

When we step outside the barn, he grabs my hand and I sigh, glad that he does want to touch me. "That was a good scene," I mutter, head down and cheeks heating.

Yuri looks over at me, smiling. "You made it a good scene. How was that for you?" I raise an eyebrow, wondering if he's talking about the head or watching him jerk off. Both were hot as fuck. He answers my unasked question. "Sucking my dick, I mean."

"Good," I answer honestly. "I didn't expect it to feel good to me. I … um …"

His smile is still planted on his face, though it turns a little dirty. "You got hard."

Shy and a little embarrassed, I nod. "What does that mean?"

"I told you, Clay. You don't have to think too much about it. If it's something you want to do, do it. Don't let society make you label what feels good."

Good advice. I don't have a choice but to take said advice since I don't know what I'm doing otherwise. I'll have to do what someone suggests or I'll drive myself crazy. Before I talked to Yuri, I felt like I was spiraling with all the thoughts in my head. Even after talking to Dario, I still couldn't shut my mind off and let things flow how they would. It's funny and a little unnerving that one conversation with Yuri has my brain shutting off when I think too hard about what I'm doing.

Oh well. It's better than fretting about every move I make around him and how it would be perceived by other people. All that matters is what feels good between me and Yuri. With his consent, of course.

Once back at his car, we climb in, but Yuri doesn't start the car immediately. I turn to look at him to ask what's going on when he launches himself at me, taking my mouth in a greedy kiss. It's so unlike the kiss he gave me against the wall of the barn that I'm stunned stupid for a minute. My mouth refuses to move and I'm sitting there, letting Yuri touch all over me and slide his tongue in my mouth.

Then my body gets with the program and I kiss him back just as hungrily. My hands glide through his hair, holding him close as his tongue plunders my mouth. God, this is the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It's all consuming, hot, soul rending. All the things and more that I can't describe.

A little moan drifts from my lips, despite trying to keep it at bay. It's like I barely have any control over my body when it comes to Yuri. Even when I was blowing him, I kept groaning around his length.

Yuri snatches his mouth away, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against mine. "You want to go back to my place?"

Unable to answer with words, I nod, trying to catch my breath. Yuri gives me one more quick kiss, then sits back in the driver's seat and pulls away from the studio.

After a few minutes—when I'm able to catch my breath and rearrange my dick—I ask, "What's your last name?"

"Miller. Yours?"

"Dalgreen." I pause for a moment. "You know I don't know what I'm doing here, right?" I figure I should put it out there so he knows not to expect fireworks and perfection. Yes, I jerk his cock and now give him blowjobs, but that doesn't mean I'm experienced. Eager, sure, but inexperienced.

He nods, placing his hand on mine. "It's okay. If you let me, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you have a good time."

"Just sex or something else? Is this just sex?"

"It's whatever you want it to be, Clay. I don't mind just showing you want it's like to come with a fat cock inside you and I also don't mind taking you out on a date, showing you a good time, then dropping you off at your door like a perfect gentleman. I can handle both."

I smile, nodding slowly. "Both, if that's okay."

He doesn't return my smile. "You know what I do for work, Clay. Can you handle that? I don't want it to come between us. But I love my job and don't think I'm ready to quit yet. I'm also not interested in an ultimatum. So, tell me now if it's something you can't handle. We won't go any further to protect your feelings and mine."

"Yuri, you were a porn actor before we met. And I'm not the jealous type." My cheeks heat, but I have to admit what I'm thinking. "I like watching you work. I don't think that will change if we actually start dating." Inhaling deeply, I blow out the breath as I say in a rush, "I like watching your dick going inside a tight ass. It makes me wonder what you would feel like in mine."

In lieu of an answer, Yuri puts his foot on the gas pedal, speeding off down the street. I smile and sit back, hoping his place is close. I'm not sure what Yuri has in store for me, but I want to try it all. I want everything with him. I want Yuri to be my first everything.

And maybe my last.

Five minutes later, Yuri parks in one of the parking spaces in front of an upscale apartment building. I don't have time to take it in before Yuri is out of the car, rounding to my passenger side door and pulling me out. "I can give you the grand tour later. Right now, I want you in my bed with your dick in my mouth."

With a whimper and a painful erection, I follow behind him. Thankfully, Yuri's apartment is on the first floor so we don't have to wait for elevators or climb stairs.

As soon as his door is unlocked and I step inside, Yuri shuts us in, pushes me against it and slants our mouths together. Yuri is a few inches taller than me and his height right now is perfect. I have to tip my head up a little and I love how it makes me feel like I'm not in control. It feels as if Yuri can do with me what he wants and I have to take it.

While he's kissing me, Yuri slides my sweatpants down, my underwear following shortly after. I snatch my mouth away, panting and moaning as he circles his fist around my dick and starts to stroke me off.

Yuri kisses my neck and licks along my collarbone, tasting every bit of spare skin that he can. I wish I were shirtless so I can feel his lips everywhere. "You feel good in my hands, Clay. Your cock is thick. It'll stretch my mouth wide. Think I can deep throat you?"

"Oh fuck, Yuri. I'll come. I'll come too fast if you keep talking like that." My panting breaths fill the space between us, sounding loud to my ears. I'm sure Yuri thinks I'm an inexperienced, wanton mess. With his hands on me like this, I am. I want more. I need more. And Yuri is the only person that can give it to me.

His dark chuckle stirs something in my belly and my climax rises inside me. I fuck his hand, trying to reach the finish line.

Yuri has other plans. He removes his hand and I whimper, trying to pull it back and wrap it around my leaking shaft. Laughing, Yuri pastes his body against mine, nipping at my neck. "You're going to come in my mouth, Clay, not my hand. Don't worry. I'll make you fly so high, you'll forget I stopped jerking you off."

"Please," I whisper against his mouth before he plants a hard, quick kiss to my lips.

Taking a hold of the bottom of my shirt, Yuri pulls me towards his bedroom and I waddle after him, my pants still around my ankles.

When we get to his room, he pushes me down on the bed. Instead of sucking me in immediately, Yuri climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. I slide my hands up his legs, tickling the hair on his thighs. "You're so fucking hot, Yuri. Are you sure …" I swallow, rubbing and squeezing his thighs. "I'm what you want?"

Smiling, Yuri grinds on my dick and I almost bow off the bed from how good his clothed ass feels against my naked cock. "I'm very sure, Clay. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. When you made me come hard enough to see stars, I knew I wanted you in my bed. After I spoke to you, even briefly, I know I wanted more from you. As long as you're okay with what I do?—"

"I am. I have no problem with it," I interrupt quickly.

"—then we're good," he finishes like I didn't interject. "Now let me have my way with you and we can talk about the rest later."

Nodding, I reach around with shaky hands and squeeze Yuri's ass. I was surprised to see that he has hair on his cheeks—a light dusting of dark brown hair that makes my dick stiff—the first time I watched one of his videos. It's sexy as fuck. I'm not sure why, but I find it too fucking attractive for words. I'm not going to lie, when I saw his hairy ass pounding into Bailey in his first video, I came hard and quick, seemingly without warning. Touching it now has my cockhead tingling with my need to come.

Leaning down, Yuri kisses me slowly, like he did outside of Carnal Desires. I melt into his bed, enjoying how strongly his lips feel on mine. His tongue is like silk, gently breaching my mouth and gliding around languidly. I hum into his mouth, wanting more of what he's giving me. I don't think I'll ever get enough of Yuri's lips.

He moves his hips, grinding on my cock, the friction feeling like heaven. Tentatively, I roll my hips, brushing my dick along his crack over his jeans. Yuri moans into the kiss, moving his hips down on me. Who would have thought dry fucking would have me so close to orgasm I could taste it?

He pulls his mouth from mine, drifting his lips down my body to explore me. Yuri raises my shirt, licking along my pecs to my nipples. His tongue circles one, then pulls the pink bud into his mouth. With his other hand, he takes my free nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking and teasing until it's a hard bud under his ministrations.

I groan, sliding my fingers back into his hair, wanting him to stay right where he is, giving me this pleasure. I've never had my nipples sucked before and this feels unimaginably good. Little jolts of pleasure flare all over my body as he plays me like a fucking fiddle, knowing how to move his tongue and fingers to light me up and turn me into putty in his hands.

Moving to the other nipple, Yuri gives it the same attention. I'm strung so tight with the need to come that I start to grind against Yuri again, wanting to get off. I can get hard again for him to blow me. Fuck, I need it. I need everything Yuri is giving me.

With my shirt pushed under my chin, Yuri slides down my body, sucking and nipping at me. Little purple love bites crop up over my skin from where he sucks and grazes his teeth over me. I pant, watching his descent, watching his pink tongue dart out as he licks at me and his flash of white teeth as he nips at me. Fuck, I need him so bad.

When Yuri reaches my dick, he doesn't tease me anymore—thank all that is holy. Yuri stands my cock up and takes me in almost to the base. My back does bow off the bed this time, my dick drifting further down his throat. He gags around me, but I feel his throat relax and he takes in more of me.

"Damn, Yuri. God, yes." I tangle my fingers through his hair, but don't fuck up into his warm mouth so he won't gag anymore. I just need to hold him to ground myself. I need something to hold on to or I fear I'll drift down the river of pleasure I'm floating on. I need to stay here with him so I don't miss the experience. This is something I'll want to remember forever.

Yuri sucks me in deep, then pulls back, his tongue twirling around my cockhead. I groan, my hands tightening in his hair. I look down at him, watching as his mouth moves up and down my shaft, leaving it wet in his wake. My dick throbs, leaking into his mouth. When Yuri adds his hands into the mix to start jerking me from the base, I'm done for.

Without warning, my cock erupts, my release sliding down his throat. Yuri swallows around me, taking it all and seeking more. His warm, greedy mouth sucking me dry prolongs my orgasm and wave after wave of cum explodes from my twitching cock. I'm not sure how long my orgasm goes on, but I'm left with barely enough energy to lift my head when the last spurt leaves me.

When Yuri pops off my cock, I'm fucking boneless. But I still reach for him, pulling him up to me so I can kiss him. He takes my mouth, shoving his tongue inside and I taste my flavor there. It's a different taste—salty and musky—but not bad. Not bad at all.

"Climb up," I tell Yuri breathlessly, wanting his dick in my mouth again. I only got a small taste earlier. I want more.

Grinning, Yuri kisses my nose and moves up my body, undoing his pants and pulling out his mammoth cock. "This won't take long." He jerks it twice, then presses it against my lips, rubbing his thick cockhead over my mouth teasingly. "Open wide."

I do and Yuri slides inside as far as he can go without choking me. "Fuuuuuccccck," Yuri groans, pushing in more. "Your mouth, Clay. God, I'm not going to last." He thrusts his hips shallowly while I suckle at him. He tastes so fucking good, his precum dripping down my throat. I seek more, clamping my lips around him as I flick my tongue in his slit. I close my eyes and moan when a fresh drop of his precum hits my tongue. He's so fucking delicious. I could suck at him all day and never get tired.

Well, my jaw might.

Reaching up, I cup his ass, massaging the globes as I pull him deeper inside my wide mouth. The feel of his cock on my tongue and his ass in my hands has my dick hardening again, ready for whatever round two is with Yuri. I'm not sure he'll suck me off again, but feeling his hand wrapped around my shaft would have me exploding in no time.

I don't get a chance to get to round two. When Yuri starts fucking my mouth with deeper thrusts and groaning with abandon, my cock explodes, jerking and kicking against my belly. It's not as much as when I came down Yuri's throat, but if someone saw, they wouldn't have thought I came less than five minutes ago.

My body shudders and shakes just as Yuri barks his release, spraying his load down my throat. I try to do as he did and swallow around him—swallowing cum for the first time—but some of his release leaks from my mouth. I still lick around his cock, trying to catch as much as I can so I can commit his taste to memory.

If I didn't think so before, I know now—I'm addicted to the taste of cum. Swallowing Yuri down was so good that my second release isn't even a blip on my radar. All I can think about is what Yuri tastes like and when can I get it again.

Pulling out of my mouth, Yuri drops on top of me, kissing me lazily. He swipes his tongue through his release, collecting it and shoving it into my mouth. We swap it between us, Yuri pressing his tongue into my mouth deeper so I can swallow him down. I sigh in pure bliss. His cum tastes like nothing I've ever tasted before. I'm in fucking heaven.

This is what fantasies are made of.