Breaking Free by Isabel Lucero

20

I liedto Matthew and told him my mom needed me, but he seemed pretty content with his friends and tried to say he’d make it up to me. That won’t be necessary, but I’ll let him down another day.

After telling Jay I was leaving, I bypassed a group of people and climbed into my car, driving it down the street and around the corner.

It takes ten minutes before Trevor pulls up next to me. I put my window down as he does the same.

“Sober enough to drive?”

He chuckles. “I’ve definitely sobered up. I’m not too far from here, anyway. Follow me.”

“You got it.”

Sure enough, it takes less than fifteen minutes to get to his house. When I pull up next to him in the driveway, I poke my head out the window and say, “Hey, did you want me to park somewhere else?”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine.”

Inside, once the door closes behind us, he tosses his keys to a table and removes his shoes, so I copy him.

“Uhh.” He spins around. “Want a drink or something?”

I laugh. “I’m good.”

He nervously puts his hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.

With a smirk on my face, I walk up and grab his hand, tugging him along as I make my way back to his room. “Come on. We have things to do.”

Wanting to take my time, I walk him to the side of his queen sized mattress and face him. He’s wearing a faded South River football tee, and I slowly lift from the hem until it’s over his head and on the floor.

He watches me with a lustful gaze, so I make sure to keep eye contact as I undo the button on his pants, and slowly drag the zipper down. His breathing hikes up a little as I push the denim down his hips until they rest around his knees. He finishes removing them before standing up straight again.

My eyes go directly to his growing erection trying to escape the confines of his navy blue boxer-briefs. I want nothing more than to reach out and stroke him, but I don’t. I look him in the eye again and tell him what to do.

“Now you undress me.”

He hesitates only briefly before stepping forward and running his hands under my shirt, copping a feel before removing my gray T-shirt and quickly moving to my pants.

Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I let my fingers curve around his hip until they rest on his lower back, reaching into the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

I nuzzle my face into his neck, inhaling the citrusy sweet scent of him. “How much have you experimented with?” I ask, my hand dipping lower until I can cup his ass cheek.

His arms wrap around me, his fingers running up the muscles of my back. “You mean...with anal stuff?”

My tongue licks a patch of skin below his earlobe before I murmur, “Mmhmm.”

I bring my other hand to his ass, squeezing his cheeks as I grind my cock against his.

He moans, digging his fingers into my skin. “Um. A little.”

“We can do a little more tonight, but until you’re more comfortable, there won’t be any fucking. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He eases away a little. “What about…”

I arch a questioning brow, my lips twitching. “You fucking me?”

He bites his lip and nods once. “I mean, I’ve fucked girls before. It’s not like I don’t know anything.”

I let my thumb brush against his bottom lip. “I don’t normally bottom. I’ve only done it a few times.”

“Oh.”

The look on his face hits me hard. He’s new to the dynamics of a gay relationship. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be fucked by a guy or to fuck a guy. I prefer topping, but honestly, he’d be hard pressed to find something I wouldn’t do for him. As long as he enjoys himself. That’s what sex is about, right? Satisfying your partner?

“Don’t worry about that right now,” I tell him, gripping his jaw in my hand. “Kiss me. Kiss me like you want to fuck me, and I just might let you.”

He attacks with more confidence than he’s ever had. He captures my face between his hands, plunging his tongue into my mouth with a deep moan. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight against my body as our tongues tangle and twirl before he sucks mine like he’s giving it a blowjob.

I push my underwear down, stepping out of them before dropping to the bed, sprawling out for his viewing pleasure. I stroke my length with two languid movements. “Your turn.”

He strips, his beautiful cock springing free and pointing at me. “Fuck, you look good,” he says.

With a grin and another stroke, I say, “I taste even better.”

Without missing a beat, he climbs onto the bed, crawling between my legs and looking up at me with sparkling green eyes. “I do enjoy this part,” he says with a small grin.

“Sucking dick?”

“Sucking your dick,” he clarifies, reaching out to wrap his fingers around me. “I like the way you fuck my mouth.”

“Mm.” I release a gravelly moan. “You want me to fuck your mouth?”

He looks at my dick, his thumb grazing over the tip and smearing the pre-cum across my crown. When his eyes flicker to mine again, he swipes his lip with his tongue. “I do.”

With lightning fast speed, I get up and stand near the bed. “Come here then. Sit on the edge and open wide.”

When he does it with eager excitement, I hold his chin between my thumb and forefinger, bending down to kiss him.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

Straightening up, I cradle his head and slide my cock into his mouth. He hollows his cheeks, sucking me deep, and I begin with slow, long strokes, allowing him to swirl his tongue around my crown before I slide back in.

When I start moving faster and deeper, his cries of pleasure grow. He slurps around my cock, and then his hand goes to his erection, stroking vigorously.

“You love having your mouth fucked, don’t you?” I say, knowing he won’t answer with words, but a garbled mmhmm is good enough for me.

“Move back for me,” I say, getting him to lie on his back while I crawl over him.

In the sixty-nine position, I brace myself over him in a way that allows me to move my hips and fuck his mouth while also taking his length into my mouth.

He moans something I can’t make out, but I don’t stop. I take him all the way to the edge before I ease away, not ready for him to come yet.

I kneel next to him. “How’s your throat?”

He grins with swollen lips. “It’s holding up.”

“Good. You got lube in here?”

“Yeah. Top drawer,” he says, gesturing to his nightstand.

Once I have the lube, I settle between his legs, pour some into my hand and slowly massage some around his entrance while I suck him into my mouth.

He gasps and curses, his hand going to my head.

While I blow him, I gradually slide a fingertip inside his tight hole. I keep my movements slow and gentle, allowing him time to adjust before attempting anything more.

When he starts bearing down on my finger, I ask, “Think you can handle another finger?”

Trevor grips his hair at the root. “Yeah.”

With another generous pour of lube, I get two fingers halfway in and pause, giving him time to relax. As a distraction, I wrap my lips around his cock again, stroking it with my free hand before beginning to move my fingers around his ass.

It takes a little while, but eventually, I’m able to thrust two fingers in and out with relative ease, while also taking his dick to the back of my throat.

He’s a jumble of noises and hard breaths, his body tensing and squirming while he grips my hair. I curl my fingers up while they’re deep in his ass, seeking his prostate.

“Oh shit, oh God, holy fuck,” he chants. I keep going, glancing up at him, wanting to see the bliss on his face.

His eyes are squeezed close, his hands moving from his forehead through his hair as his lips part and a sinful breathy moan escapes.

“Yes, that feels so good,” he cries. Nothing but moans and hard breathing follow until right before he comes. His mouth opens and his eyes meet mine briefly, and he says, “Dominic.”

Then he shatters, his body convulsing as his cum explodes into my mouth. I swallow it down, stroking him past his orgasm, wanting every last drop.

I withdraw my fingers and move up, resting on my knees, enjoying watching his stomach rise and fall with deep breaths. A sheen of sweat glistens over his muscles and he gulps in air like he was just saved from nearly drowning.

“Oh my God,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. He opens his eyes and finds me. “Your turn.”

My lips pull up on one side before I plant my feet on the floor. “Get on your knees.”

His movements are a little slower this time, but he gets on his knees in front of me and grabs the base of my dick before sliding the tip over his tongue.

He takes me deep before withdrawing me from his mouth and flicking his tongue along the underside of my crown.

“Fucking hell,” I moan, my hand at the back of his head. “I love watching my cock dip into your mouth.” He moans, licking a path down my shaft before making his tongue dance across my balls. “Oh fuck.”

He does it a few more times before taking me in his mouth, his hand gently fondling my sac. It’s not long before I feel that growing sensation. I hold his head between my hands and fuck into his mouth with steady deep strokes.

“Holy shit, Trevor.”

I want to watch my cum hit his tongue, so I step back and stroke myself, holding down his bottom jaw with my free thumb.

Our gazes stay connected until right before my orgasm hits, then I focus on painting his pink tongue white.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan. “Swallow it down.”

He closes his mouth and swallows, his tongue then darting to the corner of his lips, licking up the mess I made on his face. His eyes stay on me, but I see a flicker of something behind them, and I worry he’s ready to climb back into his head and shut me out.

I grab him by the throat, pulling him to his feet. “You’re so fucking good, you know that?” I press my lips against his, tasting myself on his tongue. I pull away and look him in the eye. “Remember what I said.”

He gives me a small grin. “I know. I’m good.”

I grope his ass and kiss him again, swiping my tongue across his. “Mm. Yes you are.”

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says. “Then we can eat, and...I don’t know, talk.”

I smile. “Okay.”