My Boy Paul - part 4 By niftymike@gmail.com (cc-by-sa-2.0: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/)
I covered him up and slipped in the opposite side of the bed. Not trusting myself, I turned away, and concentrated on sleeping. Despite my aching hard-on, darkness came quickly to my mind.
Until the squirming. Oh, the squirming little thing in my arms. Opening my eyes, the thing became Paul, beautiful Paul in the early morning light. Noticing my hard-on (still hard? or hard again?), I slipped my arm from underneath him and rolled away, as he got up and staggered towards the bathroom. 5:12, the clock told me. A few hours till work still.
Beautiful. Truly beautiful. I didn't typically think of men as beautiful. Handsome, definitely. Cute, sometimes. Often hot. But beautiful was really the word for Paul. Though, on the way back, I realized he sure didn't feel beautiful. Not this morning. In fact, he was clearly in pain - but this is the consequence of downing so much booze. I shut the curtains and apologized for having left them open.
"Do you want breakfast?" - only a "no"-sounding grunt in reply. Well OK then.
"We have time to sleep in if you want" - this time a "yes" sounding grunt. So I curled up again, trying to keep my distance. Paul wasn't sleeping though, I realized. He was sleepily gazing at me. Gazing in a way that gives you a hard-on from your toes to the ends of your fingernails and hair. I smiled lazily at him, and he just shut his eyes and rolled away.
"C'mere" I heard softly. "K" and I shifted over to rub his back. Paul arched back, asking wordlessly for more. I used my fingernails a bit - gently; I knew to ask permission before leaving marks - and he sighed and purred, perhaps the sexiest sound he'd uttered yet. I couldn't hold out any longer and came up right behind him, pressing my chest against his back, and breathing heavily on the back of his neck and his ear.
I rested my chin on his shoulder and took in a deep breath, and the soft scent from his hair filled me. "Can I kiss you?" I breathed in his ear.
Paul stiffened and turned to his back, "Wha? Why do you want to kiss me?" I was shocked - this god in my bed, this beautiful young man was rejecting me? "Don't you want me to?"
"Yeah, but you're not... y'know..."
"Gay?"
"Yeah. I mean, I know you aren't, but I just couldn't help myself, that's why I was drinking, I just wanted to be close to you"
His brow furrowed deeply as I laughed gently. I leaned in close and nuzzled his neck, drinking in more of his scent. I gently pressed my lips into that "fuck-me" spot at his jaw - "Yes I am" - and worked my way up his slightly prickly jawline to silence the question on his lips with my own.
Immediately, Paul bolted and pressed against me, inhaling deeply, his hands pulling my lower back onto him. I slipped my tongue against his lips, and they parted. We kissed deeply, breathing heavily and sweating now. Muscles grinding against muscles, my fingers running through Paul's hair and grabbing it, pulling his head back to nip and suck at his neck. Without my kisses to silence him, he let out an inhuman sound of pure pleasure - somewhere between a moan and a scream, but deep. I thought it suited him, and I chuckled with satisfaction at making this man feel so good.
But Paul stopped me with a stammering "Wha? I thought... But I thought you were straight?!"
"My god man, didn't you hear me? Aren't I proving it to you now?" I licked and sucked at his nipple, raising it to a hard, tender point. God, his chest was beautiful, that little nip suited it and him perfectly. I quickly moved to the other, making Paul writhe under me. I quickly slipped further down, taking his underwear as I went, and buried my face between his legs, just inhaling that delicious scent.
Paul had trimmed pubes, a shaved sac, and best of all (perfect, in fact!) a thick seven-inch beauty of a cock - and I grinned with the realization that he wasn't going to stop me again; this was mine to enjoy. No, ours to enjoy. Paul looked down questioningly at my grin, but I ignored it, lowering my mouth to the loose skin of his balls and sucking greedily. More moaning and thrashing. Paul reached down to pay attention to his cock, but I growled and grabbed it, shoving both hands under his butt. "And leave it there" I ordered. Paul seemed a bit stunned by the command, but he left his hands there, making pleading noises and thrusting his crotch into my grinning face. His nostrils flared as he waited expectantly for me to move to his dick.
Finally, I took his cock in my hand, and gently swept the generous foreskin back and forth over the big head. Precum slowly oozed out of the tip, and I quickly sucked it off, laving the head with my tongue. I gave one agonizingly slow lick from Paul's balls up the underside of his tool to the head, and sucked off another bit of precum. He looked down at me expectently, and tried to push further into my mouth. I allowed it to work briefly, then switched tactics. I urged Paul to spread further apart, and reached my tongue down below his balls. God, he smells great here. As I tongued my way further back, the aroma became stronger. I realized Paul's leg hair didn't reach all the way to his butt, and his pubes didn't reach all the way back to his butt. He trimmed elsewhere, but this was naturally hairless - and begging to be eaten. I dove in, reaching my tongue back to his hole, but I couldn't reach all the way. Not that Paul was wanting for pleasure. He broke the rules and reached his hands down to urge me onward with one hand on my head and the other on top of my hand still stroking his meat.
"I want more, roll over" someone said. Me? The voice was so husky with passion I didn't recognize it. I sounded like a lion - deep and gravelly. Which was appropriate, as I took my position over my prey, admiring the smooth taper from Paul's shoulders to his trim hips, which widened only slightly at his muscular ass. He spread his legs for me, and hunched his butt up a bit. His arms were above his head, fingers tangled in his hair. I chuckled again - "Hold onto the top of your head, babe"
"C'mon, I'm ready for this" Paul urged me on.
I spread his cheeks again, and rubbed my fingers down the crack, making Paul sing with pleasure. I looked up at his face, eyes rolled back, mouth agape with breathy moans and my breath faltered. "Good god, you're beautiful, Paul." I breathlessly exclaimed as I pressed my body against his. I matched arm to arm, leg to leg, cock to butt, and kissed the back of his neck, working down towards his ear, then switching to the other side. He moaned under me, and humped his ass back, making my cock slide in the crevice. My voice joined his, and I pressed back against his ass. I slid my fingers in his, and breathed heavily in his ear. "So beautiful"
"Mike" - just my name, a shout of ecstasy, a shout of bare need - and I responded, lifting myself back off this beautiful person, and headed back down to the prize. Well, one of the prizes :D
Spreading his butt again, the scent overwhelmed me, and I hungrily buried my face, licking and wiggling my tongue around his hole. After a few moments, I pressed further in, spit dripping off my chin, preparing for a finger. I was surprised how easily the digit entered. I'm not a giant, but I have big-ish hands, and Paul just took it with a little grunt at the second knuckle, and a gasp as I pressed in. As I fingered his ass, I leaned down and tongued his ear, and nipped at his neck. My arm reached around his chest to hold him tight against me.
Paul groaned, and his hole contracted around my finger. I steadily put pressure in there, and within minutes, I could tell he was shooting into the sheets below him. I pulled back and watched Paul's face contract with each spurt, more beautiful than ever. As his climax ended, I pulled my finger out, and pushed him over, pinning his arms above his head. I stared deeply into his eyes, and he met my gaze. Once he caught his breath, I simply kissed him, that kiss communicating all I wanted to say.
I lay myself down, feeling the warm sticky wetness of his cum as his still-hard cock pressed against mine, and breathed in his heavenly smell as I buried my face in his hair. I rolled us, so Paul lay on me, and I caressed his hair and we rubbed noses as his lids became heavy and we drifted off to sleep.