Page 25 of Pippin & Nacho

“Is that a bad or good sound?” I asked, unsure, since this was all so new to me.

“Good… so good, Nate. Fuck, I had no idea I’d be so sensitive.”

I continued to swirl my tongue over his nipple and moved on to the next as my free hand cupped his thick dick. I could tell just by touch he was larger than me. One day I would wrap my lips around it, but not tonight. Tonight was all about acceptance and tentative exploration.

My hand shook a little as I touched his body, inching my way down toward the end goal. Sam gasped as I eased into his underwear and held his length, pulling it out from his briefs. Fuck, he had such smooth and hot skin. He whimpered, mumbling something before I pulled my hand out, spit on it, and held him again, slowly stroking. The head was beaded with pre-cum, which I also used as lube, and as soon as my thumb brushed against his tip, Sam cried out and thrust into my hand.

“Oh, fuck, Nate… I need more. Please.”

“Am I doing it right?”

“Hell, yeah.”

I had an idea since I rub one out all the time, but I didn’t know if each of us was different or liked different things. All I could do was pay attention to Sam’s reactions and map out what I liked.

He produced enough pre-cum now that my hand glided across his taut and hot flesh. His cock grew heavier in my hand, and his fingers dug deeper into my back before Sam came, shooting his load all over my hand and on his abs. His eyes were slammed shut tight while his body froze with his mouth open. I continued to milk him until he had nothing left to give, and his body relaxed.

Holy shit. I did that to him. Yeah, he did it to me, too, but to watch Sam come undone because I gave him pleasure got me nearly hard again.

I dipped my finger into the splashes of cum on his skin and swiped up a bit. I looked at it before I ran my tongue over the tip of my finger, tasting his earthy and bitter flavor. It didn’t taste dissimilar to mine, and I’d tasted mine before out of curiosity.

Yeah, I wanted to swallow him down next time if he would let me, but I wanted to do it right. I guess I could ask Stix since he was in a relationship with Stone. He could help me do it right and make it good for Sam.

“Can I taste?”

“Fuck… Hell, yeah.”

I swiped up some more of his cum and dragged it across his lower lip, where he licked it off. “I’ve never tasted myself before.”

“What do you think?”

His smile was tired and crooked. “I’d rather taste you.”

“Next time.”

I grabbed my shirt off the floor and wiped us off again. Then I snuggled next to Sam, whose fingers landed back in my hair, twirling it as his breathing calmed down.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“More than okay.”

“Still afraid?”

“Fuck yeah, but I… don’t want to be.”

“Me neither. But I love that we can do this together, teaching each other. I especially love that no man has ever touched you but me until now.”

Sam stiffened and clung tighter to me, burying his face in my throat. “That’s not quite accurate.”

I also stiffened. “Wh-what do you mean?” I racked my brain, trying to recall if Sam had ever been with anyone or had an interest in anyone. My thoughts drifted to him taking his break at work, smoking in the alley, and having some asshole stroke him off. The jealousy that coursed through me unhindered and made my stomach burn. I had no right to be, but it was there, nonetheless. Sam hadn’t once mentioned being with anyone else.

“When I was… a kid. You know the gist of what happened to me during my time in conversion therapy, but… I was touched… down there... a lot. Sometimes the nurses would try to get me hard when porn wasn’t working. Other times, it was the male orderlies who tried to repulse me from a man touching me. I’m sorry I never told you, it’s just… it was humiliating.”

“What?” Oh god, Sam. It was so much worse than I’d imagined. No doubt other things had been done to him he still hadn’t spoken about. “Fuck… God, if I had been able to, I’d kill them all. They didn’t try to convert you to be straight, not that it works. They fucking groomed you in the name of conversion. They’re fucking liars and perverts. I’m so sorry, Sam. They didn’t do… other things to you?”

“No.”

“Thank fuck, not that what they did to you is any less horrible. Jesus.”

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