Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

HUGO

I fall into bed beside Torin in the middle of a yawn. It wasn’t even a game day and yet, I feel beat. Like I could sleep for a year. Torin scooches closer and I smile, despite how tired I am. Maybe I haven’t slept in a while. Maybe I stayed up later than I realized.

Rolling over is a struggle, but I manage to get onto my back. I hope I’m not coming down with a cold or something. Is it normal to be this tired? To feel like my muscles are heavy?

Torin presses along the side of me, his lean body flush to the side of mine. “You okay?” he asks, his voice quiet.

I nod, another yawn escaping. “Just really tired for some reason.”

“You play hard,” he says.

That’s true enough. I’ve always thought that if we’re going to play, it should be with everything we have. We should always give 100% of ourselves to the game, otherwise there’s someone who deserves it more waiting in the wings for our position.

Torin presses his lips to my chest and a smile drifts across my lips, my eyes fluttering closed. His lips continue to press softly to my skin, over my pectorals, across my collarbone. His hand, always so soft and hesitant, feathers along my side. Up and over until it’s resting on my stomach. My abdominals twitch under his touch.

I’m naked, which isn’t surprising. If given the choice, I will always be naked. I’d do very well in a nudist colony. But being naked means there’s no hiding what his touch and his mouth are doing to me.

My dick is always noticeable—especially since I’ve given up trying to hide it—but when it gets hard, it may as well be a flagpole. Torin’s touch may be soft and might not be sexual, but my body is hungry. I haven’t been touched in… months. I’m not even sure of when the last time I brought a girl home.

Which means, the time in my shower with Torin aside, I haven’t gotten off in eons. No wonder I’m so ready right now.

It’s a very strange feeling, really. A lot of the time when I was with girls and let them touch me, the idea of getting off with them was far more appealing then when they actually touched me. Sometimes, I’d convince myself they just weren’t good at jerking or sucking or whatever. After a while, I came to realize it probably wasn’t them. It was me.

I used to think that about half the time I wasn’t interested in getting off with them. But I think in reality, it’s far more accurate to say less than a quarter of the time I was interested. Really, I was disinterested in them, period. When pressed, I’m not even sure why I brought them home.

It’s different with Torin because I like Torin. I like to hear him talk; in general and I especially love when he tells me about himself. I love getting to know him. It makes every little thing after that so much better. So much more heightened.

It makes it feel real.

Torin’s tongue flickers out, just barely brushing my skin. It’s enough that I shiver, my cock going from a three to a seven in an instant. At ten, I’m ready to poke someone’s eye out. I rarely make it to ten, though. You know, before Torin.

“Hugo?”

I grunt. It’s the best I can do right now.

“Can I suck your cock?”

My answer is a groan, my entire body arching slightly under him. Opening my eyes to find him looking at me, I nod.

Torin gives me a shy smile before pressing his face to my chest again. This time, he’s a little bolder and takes my nipple between his lips.

Before this moment, I might have said my nipples aren’t sensitive. But with his teeth gently pinching my bud and his tongue flickering over it, my hips lift off the bed as I moan loudly. Maybe it’s not that my nipples aren’t sensitive, it’s that no one has done that to them before.

The thought flutters through my head that I’ve never truly been forthcoming with allowing others to touch me. That’s probably why no one has sucked on my nipple.

I’m so distracted by Torin’s mouth on my chest I don’t feel his hand go south until his palm rubs against my cockhead. Another loud groan escapes. I swear, I’m not always so loud. I’m needy tonight. Might be because I’m tired. The reality is likely because I haven’t been touched like this before. And enjoyed it.

Torin releases my nipple and shifts his ministrations closer to his hand. Moving down my chest and stomach, over my hip bone, nuzzling softly into my pelvis with my dick alongside his head. God, I look absurd. My dick should not be that big! I swear, it’s as big as his head. No wonder people stare and then run.

I haven’t dared measure since I was a teenager, the day I had to tell my coach that none of the cups were big enough for me. It’s bigger than that day. Big enough that I’ve never met a woman who can wrap their hand around it and touch their thumb to their fingers.

And when Torin’s head is next to it? Yeah, it’s a little embarrassing.

Any minute now, I expect him to move away from it. To tell me it’s far too big.

Instead, his hand moves up my leg, which has me instinctively spreading them for him. I jerk slightly when he cups my balls at the same moment his mouth wraps around the base of my dick. He drags his tongue up. Up, up, up. Up until he reaches my crown, where he runs his tongue along the rim and then presses it to my slit.

“Fucking pucks,” I mutter, my body squirming.

I’m shocked when his mouth closes around my cockhead.

Whenever someone’s put me in their mouth, this is how far I’m allowed. But this man… Torin wraps a hand around the base of my dick, keeping my balls cupped with his palm so he can squeeze them, and brings my cockhead to the back of his throat .

“Torin,” I grit.

Have I ever been in someone’s mouth like this? I don’t think I have. I’m ready to bust just from the hot feeling of his mouth around me.

Then his hand not holding my dick up begins stroking the inches between where he’s holding my base and balls, and where the top few inches are in his mouth. He expertly adds suction and my eyes roll as he works me over.

I’m already on the precipice of falling because it feels like it’s been a year. More than that, this orgasm feels different. It feels intense. Not like it’s being forced from me, but rather it’s growing like wildfire. Willingly. Eagerly. “Torin,” I warn again, gripping the bedding. My legs spread wider for him, my hips jerk up even as I try to remain still. “I’m going to?—”

My words are cut off as my orgasm floods my body. I groan, my muscles going stiff as Torin continues to suck and jerk and squeeze. It feels so fucking good. So good!

He works me over until I’m left twitching before pulling off my cock with a slurpy pop of his mouth. I grin through my gasps for breath.

“That was hot,” I say, panting.

Through slitted eyes, I can see him blush. He lays along my side again, his hard dick pressed to my thigh. For a minute, we lay like that while I catch my breath. When I’m reasonably sure I’m not going to pass out from a kiss, I grip his arm and haul him over me so I can reach his pretty mouth.

Torin lets out a surprised laugh that I quickly swallow. I’ve never been a huge fan of tasting myself on someone. Though I hesitate, I don’t stop. I love the taste of this man. The way his mouth moves against mine. How eager he is. I don’t even care that I can taste my release on him. For some weird reason, it just heightens how good this moment is.

I roll us so he’s pinned under me, his hard cock against my softening one. For a long time, I wriggle against him, making him moan and grunt while not letting his mouth go. Yes, I want to kiss him, but really, I’m working up the courage to tell him something.

It takes some time, but I eventually release his mouth and look at him. His face is flushed, but this time, it’s not red with embarrassment or shyness. Torin is blushing from how long and thoroughly I kissed him. And maybe from his erection.

Licking my lips, I take a deep breath before speaking. “I, uh… I’ve never really looked at another dick in real life before,” I admit.

Torin’s smile is amused. “No?”

I shake my head. “It’s never really occurred to me to look.”

“You can look at mine if you want to.”

Part of me is surprised that I want to. But another part of me is super excited. Probably because this is Torin. Everything about Torin makes me excited. I chew the inside of my lip, looking down between us where our bodies are pressed together. I can’t see anything beyond where our bare chests are flush.

“I didn’t suck you so you had to suck me,” Torin says, his voice low. “I did it because I wanted to. I don’t expect you to reciprocate in any way.”

“If I want to?” I ask.

He gives me a shy smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, Hugo. I’m just saying… you don’t have to.”

I nod. I’m not sure what I want to do. But I know I want to look.

It’s not often that I feel nervous. I’ve had a naked body in front of me more times than I can count, but I’ve never had a naked male body in front of me.

Okay, that’s far from accurate. I’m surrounded by naked men twice a day, at least three times a week, for the past… twenty years? Oof.

But not like this. Not when I want to look at them. Admire and learn and maybe explore a little. “I might forget to ask, so I’m going to now. Can I touch you?”

Torin nods. “You can do whatever you want,” he repeats. “I trust you.”

I feel heavy when I pick myself up and remove myself from his body. He’s hard, which I already knew. His dick is leaning against his stomach. Straining. Veins prominent. Leaking.

The streaks of his dark blue veins under his skin are slightly raised in some areas. Especially around the middle. His cockhead is pronounced, smooth. Shiny with pre-cum. His balls are heavy and full, hanging between his legs .

Taking a breath, I gently touch him. Just my fingers at first. When I touch myself, I can feel both ends of the touch. Through my fingers and my dick. Touching his cock is… different. Exhilarating. It twitches and jumps under my touch. His balls move all on their own.

Chewing my lip, I take him in my hand and stand his dick up. He’s a good size. Is this what’s considered average? I glance at my dick and nearly roll my eyes. I can’t compare anyone to me. And quite frankly, I’m relieved he’s a lot smaller.

I wrap my hand around his girth, closing my fist and holding him in my palm. Torin’s breath catches. Glancing up, I see he’s watching me.

“Is this okay?”

His lips quirk, but all I can see is his arousal. His lust. The want and need in his eyes shining back at me. “Yes.”

It’s sexy. He’s sexy. Everything about him is just so… exciting.

“Can I maybe… taste you?”

Torin groans. His eyes flutter closed for a minute and he nods.

“It’s probably not going to be good,” I warn.

His laugh is quiet and breathless. “It’s okay.”

Licking my lips, I turn my gaze back to his dick in my hand and pull my fist along his length. Torin shivers. Jerking him should be easy enough. For a minute I just stroke him. Feeling how hard he is as he twitches in my hand. How his skin moves over the throbbing muscle beneath. I stare at his slit that is slowly growing a pearl of pre-cum.

My hand is slow as I watch what I’m doing, slightly mesmerized. As I quicken my pace, Torin groans, his body arching slightly. His hips curving an inch or so up off the bed. I grip the base of his dick gently, sliding my other palm over his balls to give them some attention, too. Then I move my hands in time, but in a different way.

Looking up at his face, I am transfixed by what I see. He’s definitely enjoying this. He’s deep within his arousal. Drowning in his building orgasm. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

Eyes still locked on his face, I lean forward and brush my tongue against the tip of his dick. Having my first real taste of what comes out of a cock. Well, one of the things that comes out of a cock. I don’t hate it. Probably. Torin’s breath stutters.

Emboldened by not hating it and with how he clearly appears to be enjoying it, I tentatively wrap my mouth around his cockhead. Torin makes a choked sound, then a quiet moan.

Hoping he remembers my warning, I keep my eyes on his face, as I try my hand at sucking dick. While I stroke him, I try to remember the things I do and do not like, but mostly I take cues from the sounds and expressions Torin makes. I suck him. Rub him. Squeeze him.

“Hugo,” he grunts, his knees coming up and his hips jerking forward. “Oh, god, Hugo.”

His voice makes me shiver. It excites me. The way his entire body responds to my mouth around him has me sucking him more enthusiastically. Which only has him coming undone quicker. More intensely.

“Hugo!” There’s a warning in his voice. “I’m go?—”

That’s the only warning I get before he comes. I’m shocked, though I shouldn’t be, when his release fills my mouth and immediately starts running down my throat. I pull off him, coughing, and he spurts another stream that covers my face.

I’m now laughing while I cough and try to keep my hand moving on his cock. There’s nothing more frustrating than an interrupted orgasm. I stroke him, trying to get my coughing under control so I can put him back into my mouth.

I manage, but he’s already at the end. Or I’ve fucked it up. I really hope that’s not the case.

When I’m reasonably certain he’s finished, I pull off of him. “Sorry,” I say, voice raspy. The need to cough again is right there. I’m trying to ignore it. “I wasn’t ready.”

Torin shakes his head. When his eyes open, he sputters laughter. “Ohmigod, I creamed on you!”

Taking one of my hands away, I wipe my face and bring my hand down to look at his release. Torin’s face is beet red, causing me to grin. “That’s because I was lame and pulled off you when you were in the middle of coming. I’ll get better. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to swallow, Hugo. ”

I shake my head. “It’s not that. I was just surprised. Even with your warning.”

He groans quietly and reaches for me. Unsure of what to do with the cum on my hand, I wipe it on the comforter because I can push that away and we’ll wash it in the morning. With his hand on either side of my face, Torin licks up his mess.

I’m not sure why, but it sends a jolt of arousal through me. “Oh fuck, why is that hot?”

Torin laughs. His arms wrap around my neck and he drags me down so I’m crushing his body under mine. When our mouths come together this time, I’m tasting him in our kiss and… I really don’t hate that at all.