Tilting his head back, he gasped and skimmed his hand along my chest and then teased my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt.
Hell, he wasn’t straight. No straight guy would play with my nipples. As I sucked his earlobe into my mouth, I slid my hand down his taut abs and cupped his balls. His hard cock stood tall inside his shorts, and it pulsed against my hand. I moaned against his cheek, seeking his mouth again.
Rocking his hips, he rubbed his dick on my palm and then halted, pushing my hand away. “Stop, Tex, Travis, uh, stop.”
I straightened and set my hand on my thigh, my gazecreeping to his. My balls ached something fierce. He turned me on like no one else. “What’s wrong?” He’d started this.
“We can’t…I can’t do this.” He buttoned his polo shirt and shifted away from me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Hanging his head, he threaded his fingers through his bangs and pulled on them. “This is unprofessional. I’m your tutor.”
“You don’t have to be my tutor after today. Let’s knock out a few tasks and then I’ll fire you, so we’re free to do whatever we want.” It seemed like a perfect solution to me. Lifting the corner of my mouth, I adjusted my still hard cock and slid close to him again, setting my arm along the back of the couch.
His gaze found mine, dark with need. “I still can’t.” His gaze fell to my lips, my chest, and then focused on my cock, outlined in my athletic shorts. His breath hitched, and he looked away. “I can’t.”
What the hell? Obviously, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “Why? Because of Sara? You aren’t exclusive with her, right? You only went on one date.” I crept closer to him, and our bare knees touched.
“No, not because of Sara. Because…because of me.” He hopped off the couch and paced across his room. “I don’t hook up with guys anymore. I stopped all that.” After marching into his kitchen, he planted his hands on the island counter and hung his head.
I rose and ambled toward him. I wasn’t the first guy he’d been with. Had he only hooked up with guys? As I stepped up behind him, I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Talk to me, Colton.”
He jumped and twisted around, his ass hitting the counter’s edge. “Listen, I like you, I really do, but I can’t be with a guy. My dad…he wouldn’t be okay with it.” As his gaze fell to my mouth, his throat dipped.
“You’re not out to your dad.” I shrugged. There had to be more to this story. “Your dad is in New York State, right?” I wasn’t asking him to come out to his father. Hell, this thingbetween us might not get past Christmas for all I knew. “You don’t have to tell him.”
He scratched his forehead and nodded slowly. “I’m bisexual. I know that. When I…after my mom passed, I started fooling around with guys. It helped take the pain away. But it was one of the behaviors, the unhealthy behaviors, I acted on. I was out of control, and I can’t let it happen again. I can’t.” As his gaze met mine, his eyes glistened, and he sniffled.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him to my chest. “So, it doesn’t really concern your dad at all. Being with a guy is something you associate with losing control.” He had constructed a careful persona to keep himself from spiraling.
He trembled as he melted against me and hooked his arms around my waist. With his voice cracking, he said, “Yeah, guess so.”
I kissed the top of his hair and brushed my hand down his back. “You know, we have an LGBTQ help center here. My friend Eli used to work on it. You could talk to someone there.” This had not gone the way I’d imagined.
“Fuck…” With a ragged sigh, he lifted his head and, standing on his tiptoes, said, “Kiss me again, Tex. Please. I need it.” His darkened gaze searched my face, his lips red and swollen.
“Are you sure?” I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his mouth, and he yielded to me, slipping his tongue against my own.
With a whimper, he lowered his hands to my ass and tugged our dicks together. As he rocked his hips, he rutted against me.
Yeah, he was sure. I gasped and claimed him in searing kisses. Sensation shivered up my spine, and my cock ached. I’d let him lead the way, but holy fuck, I needed to get off.
Slipping his hands between us, he lowered the band of my shorts and underwear and then gave my cock a few long, slow pulls.
“Oh, fuck.” I panted against his cheek, rocking into his palmas pleasure burst inside me. I wanted to get him off too. “Can I…can I touch you?”
“Please do.” He shuddered against me and stroked harder, faster.
After unfastening his shorts, I freed his thick cock and tugged it. His precum slicked my palm, and I rubbed my thumb across the crown.
“Oh, my God.” His knees buckled and his mouth dropped open.
I pulled him up, pressing his ass against the counter. “Do you want to lie down somewhere?” I didn’t want him to fall. Capturing his mouth in a heated kiss, I groaned.
With a quick shake of his head, he said, “N-no. I’m close.” He spat in his hand, moved mine away and then wrapped both our cocks in his, thrusting against me. “Are you close, Tex?”
As sensation rocketed to the edge, I said, “Yes, this is doing it for me. Hell, you do it for me.” I pressed a solid kiss on his mouth as he gasped. I’d kiss him through his orgasm.
His body trembled as he pumped our dicks and rutted, the heat of his cock spiraling pleasure through me, curling my toes. As his body shuddered, he pulled from my lips and gasped, and then hot cum spurted between us, coating his hand and my dick. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” His face tensed and his eyes fluttered shut.
I watched him squirm with release as my climax hit with a vengeance, shooting sparks through my body. “Coming, Colton. Keep going. Faster.” Panting, I leaned over, my stomach tensing with each spasm, and pressed my cheek against his, my fingers digging into his hips. As it slowed, I fought to catch my breath. What happened? Was I dreaming? If I were, I didn’t want to wake up.