Oliver leaves the theatre early, his arms around his mum. Stepping out into the rain, laughing, he raises his hand to call a cab. The play was boring and he can't wait to get home to his dry living room with a cup of tea and his newest book. A car stops in front of him.
When he
grabs the door to the cab, view obscured by the umbrella, he realises another
man is also getting into the taxi. He draws back, wanting to be polite (because
that is the way he is) and the other man draws back, too. They look at each
other through the rain.
The other
man is in his mid twenties, probably a few years younger than Oliver and his
blond curls are plastered across his forehead by the bad weather. Behind
steamed up glasses he notices brown intelligent eyes. They smile at each other
and Oliver notices his big, sensual mouth. A shiver goes through him, together
with a mental image of Leroy on his knees in front of him.
He takes a
step back towards the side walk, willing the image to pass. Having forgotten
about his mother, she brings him back to reality by insisting that they all get
in and share the cab. It turns out they live quite close to each other.
In the cab,
the man introduces himself as Leroy and they start chatting about his job. He is
a photographer and as a publisher Oliver has just started to work with a couple
of people who contribute to a book about cityscapes. Leroy mentions that he
worked in this context at college.
They drop Oliver’s
mum first, who kisses her son on the cheek and disappears into the rain. Now
that it is just the two man in the car, the mood is tense. Leaning over slightly, Oliver realises Leroy’s
mouth is even large than he thought. It curves upwards perfectly and Oliver imagines what it would feel like around his
dick, sucking him. He really wants to push his finger into it and feel Leroy’s
tongue swirl around his digit.
Leroy laughs
nervously and then says ‘Do you want to come up? I could show you my work. I am
still looking for a publisher.’ The sentence has obviously cost him some nerve
and Oliver is surprised by how forward he is, after they were both so polite to
try to decline the cab. He nods. Leroy blushes under his stare. His lips open slightly
and Oliver can’t take his eyes of those perfect lips.
The rest of
the ride goes by in nervous silence. Making the suggestion seems to have cost
all of Leroy’s energy and Oliver seems is unable to think of a sentence which
doesn’t involve ‘lips’ and ‘dock’.
They get to
the apartment. Leroy lives in a small but elegant flat in downtown. Although it’s
not a penthouse, they are high enough to see the evening lights going on behind
windows all over New York. Oliver can’t help it, but moves to the glass,
admiring the view.
Leroy offers
Oliver wine and gets two glasses, putting them on the living room table. Oliver
turns from his place at the window to move to the sofa but Leroy jumps up again
to get the pictures from next door.
Leroy is
clearly nervous (because of showing his pictures or the way that he stares at
him, Oliver is not sure) which only creates a sense of calm in Oliver. If he
needed another sign that Leroy wants him, this is it. Now it would just be about who made the first
move- and when Oliver would finally be able to push his cock into that
beautiful big mouth.
Leroy is
back with a shoebox of college pictures. Sitting down on the sofa, he seems to
be unable to decide whether he wants to be as close or as far as possible, opting
for a safe middle.
The men start
talking about the photographs, which are pretty good in Oliver’s eyes. A lot of
them pay special attention to light and Oliver asks questions about Leroy’s
education and his eye for detail. They get on easily, even laugh when Leroy
recounts a story about falling over a studio light.
Leroy’s
mouth is even more inviting when it is smiling. All Oliver wants to do is reach
out and touch it. Stroke those lips and push, until Leroy opens them to him.
When they
have emptied the bottle, the nervousness is back. Leroy shimmies in his seat
and gets up. Nodding towards the bottle he nervously looks at Oliver. ‘More?’ Rising
with him, Oliver steps close.
‘More of
you, please’. Leroy starts breathing hard and his cheeks colour again. Oliver
puts his right hand on Leroy’s shoulder and draws him close. Their lips touch
softly, then more urgently. The kiss starts to get out of hand when Oliver
draws Leroy even closer and crushes their bodies together.
Leroy’s
mouth feels as heavenly and hot as he imaged it. He presses his tongue into
Leroy as forcefully as possible, almost has to hold on to him so that he doesn’t
fall backwards. He imagines that it’s really
his cock, fucking into him and shifts so that he can rub his erection against
Leroy’s abdomen. They are almost exactly the same height, which Oliver is more
than thankful for right now.
They break
apart, gasping. ‘Fuck, I have wanted to feel that mouth of yours since we got
into the cab’, Oliver chuckles. Leroy is breathing hard. His hair is rumbled
and the admission only makes his cheeks flush even more. He is now a nice shade
of crimson.
‘Bed?’ he
breathes. Oliver shakes his head. ‘Not yet.’ The pressure of his hand on Leroy’s
shoulder intensifies. Leroy looks into his eyes and wordlessly goes on his knees
in front of him. Oliver starts shaking. Fuck, he was actually going to do it. Just
like that. He didn’t even need to say ‘Please’ or ‘Do it, bitch’ (both of which
had been very effective in the past).
Leroy opens
the zip of his trousers with both of his hands, almost as if he needs to hold
on to something. He fumbles around with it and Oliver thinks he might die from
the anticipation. If Leroy’s mouth would feel just as good on his cock as it
had a minute ago around his tongue, it was him who would need to hold on to
something in a minute.
Finally
Leroy draws down his trousers and pants in one go and frees Oliver’s raging
cock. The tip is shiny with precum and Oliver has to stop himself from urging
his hips forward in a sharp motion. Feeling Leroy’s breath in his cock is
fucking intoxicating and just the idea of those flushed lips spreading around
him almost makes him come on the spot.
Looking up
one final time with a light grin on his face before steadying both hands on
Oliver’s hips, Leroy leans forward and takes all of his cock at once, drawing
in until Oliver feels the tip of it brush Leroy’s throat. His head falls back, eyes
closed. ‘Fuck.’ The feeling is even more intense that he had imagined it- hot,
wet and incredible. He groans and grabs Leroy’s head, holding him in place, although
he doesn’t want to.
‘No’ he chokes,
his hips moving without his permission. As much as he wants to stop, his dick
seems to be glued to Leroy’s tongue, encouraging him to go even faster. He forces
himself to open his eyes, to look down on the blond face beneath him. Leroy’s
mouth is glistening obscenely the side of his cock drawing in and out could
just be the lewdest thing that Oliver has ever seen.
He releases
Leroy’s head and touches the edges of his mouth instead. Feeling Leroy’s cheeks
bulge and his own cock slide past the entrance of Leroy’s mouth is almost
unbearable. Oliver starts trembling. He
is going to come like a teenager if he doesn’t get a grip.
Looking up
to see Oliver’s flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, Leroy picks up his rhythm and starts
to draw in his cheeks, greedily sucking in as much of Oliver as he can take. When
Oliver feels the hands on his hips tighten, his head flies back and he can’t
help himself but grab Leroy’s head again.
This time,
there is no way he is going to hold on. Oliver starts groaning as the head of
his cock bumps the back of Leroy’s throat with every thrust. His fingers
tighten in Leroy’s hair and he can feel his come drawing up from his balls. ‘Yes.
Now!’he gasps and shoves into Leroy’s mouth one last time.
The pleasure
is almost blinding, searing up from his cock, to his heart to his balls. He
seems to come forever, thinking about Leroy’s wet mouth all the way through.
Leroy takes
it all, gently holding on to his hips until he is spent. With a leisurely lick,
Leroy gets up and looks at Oliver, smiling. His face still has a faint flush,
but his grin is more relaxed now. ‘You, ok?’
Oliver nods,
stunned by the intensity of his emotions. He still feels shocked, almost
reminded of his first blowjob, all raw emotions and full of pure sex. Noticing
the trousers around his legs, he kicks them off and grabs Leroy’s hand.
Leroy laughs
at him. ‘Look at you, all dazed and confused.’ His smirk is genuine and warm. ‘Bed
now?’ He takes a step away from the sofa and shrugs seemingly nonchalant. ‘My mouth also does some excellent dirty
talking when it doesn’t have a cock stuffed into it.’
Oliver
shudders, feeling his cock rise again at Leroy’s words. He starts grinning. ‘Excellent
prospects.’
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