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I didn’t give him time to argue with me, drawing his cock into my mouth. I wasn’t lying to him. He really was delicious. I always enjoyed giving head, making my partners feel good. I wasn’t a selfish lover. But damn, Art made it so much better. With just a few sucks, he was falling apart at the seams, his moans loud and unfiltered. His arms on the back of the bench were straining, like it took effort to keep them there, and when I took him to the back of my throat, his hands moved to my hair automatically.

“Hen–”

His words cut off when I suckled on his tip, wringing a strangled moan from him. His fingers dug into my hair and it seemed like it was impossible for him to sit still, his hips jerking and his body writhing from the assault. When I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, he stopped breathing for a second, hisface twisted in ecstasy. I felt his cock twitch, warning me of how close he was. I dove back onto his cock eagerly, sucking him down to the back of my throat. His dick pulsed a few times on my tongue, and Art babbled randomly, cutting off into a shout when he finally exploded. I pulled back a little, eager to taste him, and hummed at the salty sweetness that hit my tongue.

Art slumped, breathing heavily, and shivered when I finally let his cock slip from my lips.

“Damn. Watching you fall apart almost got me off,” I chuckled, helping him tuck himself back away since there was a chill in the air. My dick throbbed in my jeans, demanding attention, but I wasn’t going to push Art too far. It took him a minute before he could look up at me, his face a cross between shock and desire.

“That was–” He shook his head like he was at a loss for words.

“I take it you liked this lesson?” I smirked.

His eyes snapped down to my lap and back up, his brow furrowing. “It’s not done yet. I haven’t gotten a turn.”

Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no to that. We swapped places, Art a little wobbly as he sank to his knees in front of me. I wanted to feel smug about it, but I was too damn focused on the man in front of me, watching him slowly unbutton my jeans and free my erection.

Like the first time, I expected him to be more tentative and was taken off guard when he dove on my cock like a starving man at a buffet. He licked and stroked, running his tongue over every inch of me before attempting to suck me down. He kept shoving his glasses back up his nose, so I plucked them off his face, setting them next to us on the bench. My claws carded through his hair, encouraging him as he bobbed along my length. When he gagged, the sound sent a thrill up my spine and I was too mind-blown to explain that he didn’t need to go so hard. I kindof doubted he’d listen to me anyway. He was too enthusiastic, mimicking moves I used on him, licking my balls and sucking the tip.

“Art… You’re gonna get me there…”

I was trying to warn him. It was too good for me to last. A little sloppy and inexperienced, but he made up for it with raw enthusiasm and I was close to exploding. My hips moved in micro thrusts, the base of my spine tingled, and when Art moaned in response, the vibration drop kicked me over the edge. It actually felt like I was in a free fall, my stomach flipping and my heart thundering in my chest. He didn’t stop sucking until he got every last drop and I had to push him away because I was too sensitive.

“Holy… shit…” I breathed between pants.

“Did I get a good grade?” he teased, his voice gravelly. I shivered, my cock twitching at the sound.

“Babe, you passed with flying colors.” Seriously. I was just teasing with the lessons thing, but if this was what I had to look forward to, then I wanted to teach Art every damn thing I could.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ARTHUR

The more timeI spent with Hendrix, the more I realized how much I missed out on in my past relationship. Sex wasn’t just a perfunctory act to have kids. It was passionate and playful and so good I couldn’t think straight. It made me question everything I’d ever done with Val. Sex with her had been… awkward. I had no idea what I was doing, and I was anxious the entire time. Val had refused to have sex until after we were married, and then it was only every so often to try and have a baby. I never had a chance to explore or try new things with her. Maybe if I had, I would’ve eventually realized I was more into having sex with men than with women.

That little revelation hit me while I was on my lunch break at work. With Val, I never argued about trying different things during sex. Why bother when I knew she’d say no and it wasn’t really enjoyable enough for me to push anyway? I thought maybe it was me. That I didn’t have the sex drive that normal guys did, but the time I was spending with Hendrix was proving that very wrong.

I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He couldn’t come over every night, he had part-time jobs and finding a new guitarist to contend with, but he came over a few times a week. We hadn’t gone all the way yet, but I was now very familiar with hand jobs, frotting, and blowjobs. And when he was gone, I craved more. I was jerking off way more than I ever had in the past to deal with my raging libido, my mind almost constantly on Hendrix and sex.

And now I was getting hard at work. I was glad I was the only person in the breakroom because it was just embarrassing how often my mind strayed to the last time Hendrix came to visit. Which, again, never happened with Val. The most I thought about sex before was wondering if that time was enough to get her pregnant.

It was a little confusing. Surely I would’ve noticed I was into men before now. I was in my thirties. It wasn’t like I was born under a rock. I knew about same-sex relationships when I was younger. I just never thought much about it. My parents didn’t talk to me about relationships outside of one five minute safe sex talk in high school. Their opinions were more traditional from what I knew of them. I never really asked about their thoughts on same-sex relationships. Honestly, they never gave their opinion on any relationship. Not even my relationship with Val.

Staring off into space, trying to figure out how I could be into men after only ever looking at women, I wasn’t aware that someone came to join me until they plopped into the seat next to me. I jumped, blinking rapidly, and Henry shot me a sheepish grin.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I hate eating lunch alone. Mind if I join you?”

It was a little late to ask, but I didn’t say that. That seemed rude. I nodded instead, tipping my head at him. Henry was theone who set me up on the blind date. He never asked what my sexual orientation was, and he didn’t blink at my acceptance of his offer. Maybe he would have more knowledge than I would. It felt awkward to ask at work, but I didn’t know who else to ask.

“Um… Can I ask you a question?”

He popped open his lunch, spearing his fork into the pasta salad. “Sure? Unless it's work related. I prefer to separate work from break times. Helps keep me from burning out.”

That was fair. I did the same thing. I didn't bring work home with me either if I could help it. Once I was done for the day, I liked to clear my head and start fresh the next morning.

“No, this is more… personal.”

Henry looked surprised, which again, was fair, since I didn't really interact much with people at work. Mostly because I heard Val’s voice in my head, demanding my next promotion or a bonus from work. She wouldn’t appreciate me making friends when I could be working to better our lives together. The habit to overwork still stuck with me and I was only just starting to do things for me a year after our divorce.