“Jesus Christ.” Jaime practically lifted off the bed to follow Tyler’s departing tongue.
Jaime’s reaction only served to encourage Tyler to take another taste. This time, Tyler’s tongue danced around the tip of Jaime’s dick, luxuriating in every ridge. Jaime’s hot flesh wept from the attention. When Tyler gripped the shaft and stroked upward, Jaime shuddered. He might be able to hold off coming but he knew there would be no way of holding off his body’s reaction completely. Tyler stared at the glistening drop of precome he’d milked from Jaime’s length. “Sorry, you’ve really got me excited.” Jaime unlatched his hands from behind his head. Before he could wipe the drop away, Tyler captured it with his tongue and descended upon Jaime’s cock until its entire length was caged by his mouth. “Shit.”
Jaime’s hands clutched the bedcovers. His panting breath filled the room.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t believe how pleased Tyler seemed to be with himself. A grin reached across his face. Jaime felt Tyler’s hard cock digging into his thigh and longed to stroke it. That was when his thoughts were coherent enough to string together. Mostly his body was too busy processing the pleasure Tyler was giving him. Tyler sucked the length of Jaime with increasing urgency, one hand wrapped tight around his base and the other cupping his tight balls.
“Take your pants off.” Jaime’s words were choppy and taut as they were forced out between gasps. “Turn around.”
Tyler’s pants and underwear were kicked off in rushed seconds. He positioned himself so Jaime could reach his dick, never letting Jaime’s leave his hungry mouth.
Cock to mouth, Jaime and Tyler sucked each other until Jaime could no longer tell where his pleasure began and Tyler’s ended. Jaime matched Tyler stroke for stroke and lick for lick. Several times he thought Tyler might come, but Jaime always pulled back just enough to draw out his excitement. He wanted to make this last as long as he could.
It became a game to see who could make the other come first. In a match like this, there was no loser, but Jaime intended on winning. As he sucked Tyler, he felt Tyler slip a finger along the underside of his balls and edged toward his ass. Jaime’s thighs convulsed from the strain of self-control, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back any longer. Within seconds, Jaime was moaning into Tyler’s member as his orgasm struck him with the force of a Mack truck.
The spasm started at the point where Tyler’s finger pressed into Jaime’s perineum. It raced through his balls and out the length of his dick.
“Oh, fuck.” Jaime’s voice was muffled by the mouthful he couldn’t release.
Jaime’s last coherent thought was that he shouldn’t come in Tyler’s mouth. He tried to pull out before he came, but Tyler wouldn’t let him. Tyler’s fingers gripped Jaime’s hips and steadied him as Jaime thrust into Tyler’s mouth. The rush of hot fluid against the back of Tyler’s mouth set him off, and Tyler’s release was only seconds behind Jaime’s.
Like a kitten cleaning a bowl of milk, Tyler didn’t abandon Jaime’s cock until he was emptied of every last drop.
Jaime flopped onto the bed beside Tyler as soon as Tyler released him.
“Okay, you are really good at that,” Jaime sighed. Strands of hair clung to his sweat dampened face.
“I’m a quick learner.”
A tremble of excitement passed through Jaime’s body as he closed his eyes. “I’ve still got a few tricks I could teach you.”
“I may hold you to that.”
Jaime’s cheeks burned with the rush of blood at the thought of teaching Tyler everything he knew about pleasing a man over and over again.
It felt like a dream lying next to Tyler, just staring at the ceiling. Jaime didn’t feel compelled to say anything. Just like in the car, he felt in the moment and completely relaxed. As they lay on the bed, Jaime began to wonder what came next. Usually once the act was over, Jaime was getting dressed and heading out the door. He never stayed for so much as a shower, let alone a kiss good-bye. Then again, Tyler had invited Jaime to his apartment. Maybe he should hang around. To be polite.
Jaime was caught in the middle of his indecision when he felt the bed shift. Tyler stood up and started retrieving his clothes. That was his cue. Jaime followed suit.
“Do you want a beer or something?” Tyler’s offer was as uncomfortable as Jaime’s response.
“Ah, no. thanks. I should get going.” Jaime pulled on his pants. “My groceries are in the car.”
It was a good excuse because it was true. Jaime didn’t want Tyler to feel like he had to kick Jaime out without actually having to kick him out. He didn’t want to make things odd, but that seemed inevitable.
“Right, I guess I should get mine, too.”
Once they were dressed, they headed out to the parking lot. Jaime paused before walking to his car.
“I had fun,” Jaime said with a smile.
“Me, too.”
Awkwardness had already started edging in around them.
“See you in class?” Jaime asked with his eyes averted.
“Definitely,” Tyler said. He actually sounded relieved to change the subject.
Jaime bit his lip and nodded. He prayed their indiscretion wasn’t going to change anything in the dojo.
“Let me see your eyes so that I know we’re cool.” Tyler’s words caught Jaime by surprise. No one was ever worried about how Jaime felt after an encounter.
With a faint blush on his cheeks, Jaime looked into Tyler’s eyes. It never ceased to amaze him how compassionate Tyler could be.
“Maybe we can spar,” Jaime said.
“I’d like that.”
Jaime smiled. He almost felt guilty for making such
