Page 39 of It’s Only Love

“You sure? You’re the one who would be coming out, not me. ”

“I know I am. I don’t mind at all.” And I mean it. I never really considered myself anything in terms of sexuality, so coming out as a man who has a boyfriend doesn’t seem strange to me. On the contrary, it feels right.

He smiles, leaning in, resting his forehead against mine. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

He chuckles, his lips blowing raspberries. “Good talk.”

“The best.”

“Now, can we please make out?”

I laugh against his lips, my chest feeling lighter than it has in a long time. I know Dennis is still looking for a job, and it may be out of town, but I believe him when he says he wants me in his future, and he wouldn’t just up and leave.

I nod, leaning in, capturing his bottom lip between my teeth, and he moans into my mouth. He’s just about to straddle my lap when I hold him off, breaking our kiss.

“Can I…? Can we try something?”

He looks at me, his eyes two pools of brown, his lip puffy and glistening where I bit into it.

“Definitely. What do you want?”

What do you want? He says it as though he would give me anything in the world.

Maybe he would. Holding on to him, I turn us around and push him onto his back against the bed.

His thighs spread on their own, opening for me, and I rest between them, my hardness heavy against his through our jeans.

His chest is heaving, his body vibrating beneath me.

I lean down further, covering his body, my chest flush against his, as I rest my forearms on each side of his head.

With my mouth hovering above his, I say, “I wanna taste you, Den. Like you tasted me the other night.” I groan, thrusting my hips against his.

“Shit, that’s all I’ve been able to think about. ”

A whimper escapes him, his hips shooting up, the outline of his dick digging into mine. “Please.”

“Fuck, Den. I wanna taste you so bad. I wanna know what my boyfriend tastes like when he comes on my tongue.”

“Fuck! Keep talking like that and you won’t get the chance to,” he grits, his hands grabbing at the comforter, beads of sweat pooling on his forehead.

“Is that so?”

He huffs, then starts pleading. “Please, Mike. Please.”

And it’s like his huffed pleas ignite something inside me, something I don’t recognize. A greediness, almost. “You want me?”

He nods eagerly. “Yes.”

“You want my mouth on you, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

“Okay.”

I press a light kiss on his lips, then move down his chin and neck, leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses and needy noises as I go.

Dennis squirms beneath me, his hands diving into my hair, tugging at the strands.

I lick down the vein I had my eyes on before, then twirl my tongue around his Adam’s apple before sucking it into my mouth.

He pulses on my tongue as he swallows, and the room fills with our intermingled moans.

“Please. Please, Mike,” he continues to pant, the sting from his fingers twisting my hair spreading to the rest of my body like tiny pinpricks, goosebumps appearing in their wake.

I move further down his body, kissing him through his T-shirt.

His pecs move up and down, his nipples hard and pointed as I sweep my tongue across them.

I get lost in his scent, so male and intoxicating.

His chest is hard, solid like my own, his obliques defined as I trail my fingers along them down toward his narrow waist. I’m obsessed with the sounds bursting from his lips, how every touch elicits a moan or a grunt, sometimes even a breathy gasp.

When I reach his jeans, I’m close to losing my mind, my dick trying to drill its way through my own. I breathe him in through the coarse fabric, filling my lungs with his potent scent, then I mouth the outline of his length.

“Please, Mike. Take me out. I’m close.”

I fumble with the button and the zipper, my fingers shaking.

He groans impatiently, and it’s the greatest turn-on ever. “Please. I want your mouth on me when I come.”

I finally manage to get my fingers to obey, chucking down his jeans and briefs in one go.

The scent of his arousal nearly causes me to blow in my pants.

“Fuck, Den. Look at you,” I say, taking in his hard cock, the tip already glistening.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” I reach out, sweeping my index finger across the slit.

His hips jerk, and he nearly catapults me off the bed.

I can’t help laughing at the way he responds to my touch.

It’s such a rush. Then, because I’ve been craving it all day, I dip my tongue into the precum coating my finger.

I think we both hold our breath for a second, then the taste of him, tangy and sweet at the same time, explodes on my tongue, and we both moan together.

“Fuck, Mike, that’s so fucking hot,” Dennis pants, cupping his balls, squeezing them, his eyes swimming beneath hooded eyelids.

“Holy shit.” It’s like my mind short-circuits, and all I can think about is more.

More, more, more. More of this. More of him.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but something tells me I can’t do it wrong.

Not with him. Leaning in, I stick out my tongue and lick from the base of his cock to the very tip in one long movement.

Dennis’ hands fly to my hair, his hips jerking again, as I lick around the soft tip, dipping my tongue into the slit.

Shit, the taste of him is unreal. I suck on his cockhead, more precum beading at the tip, and I lick it off greedily.

“Mike, Mike, Mike,” he chants. “I can’t.

I need you. Now,” he blabbers as he slowly falls to pieces beneath me.

My chest squeezes with pride. I’m doing this to him.

I’m making Dennis lose control. He starts thrusting, and I widen my mouth and suck him inside.

His cock rests heavily against my tongue as he slides in and out in slow, shallow movements.

It’s clear that he’s trying to be careful with me, but I don’t want him to.

He was so tender with me the other night, but right now I want something different. I want to feel him everywhere.

Sucking him down further, I feel him in my throat, the way he pulses and moves.

His fingers continue to twist in my hair, the scent of him surrounding me.

I bob my head up and down, trying to find a rhythm, but I find myself losing control, too, the feel of his cock in my mouth, the taste of him, making my own orgasm close in on me.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns, his thrusts now irregular, frantic.

I dig my fingers into his hips, my mind spinning.

I suck harder, swallowing around him, choking slightly when his cock hits the back of my throat.

Then, on a shout, he comes, jerking into my mouth, his release hitting my tongue.

It’s warm and salty and fucking everything.

I swallow his cum down, the feel of him heavy in my mouth, as I, too, come, moaning around him.

“I never knew,” I whisper against the inside of his thigh, what feels like hours later but is likely just minutes. The coarse hair tickles my nose while I doodle something random with my fingers just above his knee. Dennis’ hands are still buried in my hair.

“What?”

“That it could be like this. That I could feel this… this way about someone.” My eyes suddenly sting again, the enormity of this moment so overwhelming. “Shit, Den. The things you make me say. Do. Feel. I had no idea.”

“I feel it, too.” Then he chuckles, his skin quivering beneath my cheek. “So, baby, huh?”

I wince, squeezing my eyes closed. “Fuck, you heard that?”

He laughs, the little shit. “Oh, I heard it. Both times.”

A groan leaves my mouth. “Ugh, is it cheesy? It is, isn’t it? It’s cheesy.”

“Truth?”

“Yes.” I’ll always want the truth from him.

“Fuck yes, it’s cheesy. But do I love it? Abso-fucking-lutely. Besides, it beats ‘ squirt ’ any day of the week.”

Thank fuck. “Okay then.”

“Okay then.” He laughs, the happiest sound ever. Then he whispers, “Say it again, Mike.”

“Baby.”

“Again.”

“Baby.”

Baby, baby, baby.