Page 12 of Room for Elijah

Elijah glanced at the man’s fly. He could tell how big Dermott’s dick must be simply by that obscured view. And if it was that size while resting, how much more impressive would it be fully aroused? The mere thought of it made him clench his hole, even though the idea of a man breaching it always scared him. Dermott’s reaction to his being in drag confused him, as well. He ran his palms down the side of his dress before asking the question that had nagged at him from the first day. “But I look like a woman. Why do you find that attractive? Are you bisexual?” He wanted to take the question back immediately. None of my business!

If Dermott was offended, however, he didn’t show it. Instead, he chuckled. “I’m not, as it happens, but who can’t appreciate the beauty of a woman?” He stepped closer and reached out to comb the ends of Elijah’s wig through his fingers. “And I know what lies beneath this lovely package, and those are the bits I want to uncover, explore and enjoy.”

Now it didn’t matter how tightly bound he was by his clothing, Elijah had trouble catching his breath. He stood staring at Dermott, processing the man’s words, trying to decide if they were an invitation or only politeness. He dug his fingertips into his black spider web tights, trying not to tear holes, yet needing to do something to keep himself in check.

“That wasn’t meant to alarm you,” Dermott said in a low, soothing voice.

Elijah shook his head, sending his bangs swishing across his forehead. “It didn’t. I’m not. I… Everything is so new,” he finished, lamely to his own ears.

“Of course, it is.” Dermott skimmed his fingers up Elijah’s throat to cup his cheek. The touch made him shiver. “There’s no timetable for any of this, Elijah—nor is there a finish line for you to cross. We’ll take each moment as it comes, and know that you are in control. How does that sound?”

Elijah nodded and mouthed, “Okay.”

“And to that end, may I kiss you? I’ve been dying to do so since the first time I laid eyes on you.” Elijah could only nod again. “Wonderful.” Dermott treated him to a smile before leaning in and pressing his lips against Elijah’s.

The kiss was soft, at first, merely the press of the man’s mouth against his. Elijah stood there passively, experiencing the sensation. Then he realized that Dermott was looking for a sign to do more. So screwing up his courage, Elijah dared to open his mouth and flick the man’s lips with his tongue before pulling it back again. Dermott hummed in approval before reciprocating. His tongue was bigger and more assertive. When it pressed against the lightly parted seam of Elijah’s lips, he opened for it. As invasions went, it was slow and gentle…until it wasn’t. He soon found himself wrapped in Dermott’s arms, the man’s tongue claiming every inch of Elijah’s mouth.

He moaned, and Dermott responded in kind, his bass voice reverberating down Elijah’s throat. The man deepened the kiss even more by clasping the back of Elijah’s head with one hand, while cupping his ass with the other. Elijah ended up plastered against Dermott’s body and clinging to his rock-hard biceps. He no longer had to worry about balancing on his heels because Dermott had lifted him off the floor. A hardness pressed into him, testament that Dermott had recovered from Rienk’s blow job and was ready for more. That realization sent a sudden jolt of fear through him. He couldn’t help pressing for release.

Dermott let him go in an instant, slowly lowering him back onto his feet and holding on enough to make sure he was steady. Yet even when he’d let go, he didn’t move back by more than a foot. “Are you all right?” The man was breathing hard, and his pupils were blown.

Elijah struggled to catch his own breath and figured he must look equally aroused because, tucked or not, he was. He wanted to tear away the constraints Nico had put in place and free his cock. But then what? He wasn’t ready to go further than he already had. Part of him worried that if he voiced his reluctance, it would end his first and best chance to become more to Dermott than merely his employee and house guest. But he remembered the man’s words and glanced around at Rienk and Nico, where he saw encouragement and support. He decided to take Dermott at face value and be honest about how he was feeling.

He swallowed hard and stood straight as much as he dared while tottering in his shoes. “I’m fine. Really. That was amazing, but I’ve reached my limit for today.”

“I gave him his first blow job in the dressing room,” Nico offered, making Elijah wince.

Dermott raised his eyebrows. “Oh?” He focused on Elijah. “I won’t ask if you consented because I know Nico too well to think otherwise. How do you feel about it? I mean,” he added with a rueful expression, “I’m sure you found it pleasurable physically, but how are you emotionally?”

Elijah didn’t answer right away because he wanted to be sure to give an honest one both to the others and himself. “It was fantastic—all this is. And I want more.”

Chapter Seven

“See these vertical ridges beneath his cockhead? They’re very a sensitive bundle of nerves. A little licking can really goose his pleasure.” So saying, Rienk laved that spot on Nico’s dick with his tongue. His reward and proof of his advice were the breathy moans he got in return.

It was kind of funny when Elijah thought about it. The three of them were on the couch while Rienk gave his blow job tutorial, using Nico as his prop. After the intense day off for them, wherein he’d received his first BJ and kiss, they’d given him his space. They had regrouped in the apartment after the club had closed to move onto a new stage in his experience. It had been his idea, and as scary as taking each new step was, the others had come up with a plan that had the boys teaching him and answering his questions. They had gauged, rightly, that Dermott’s presence would be too intense for Elijah. Being with boys roughly his own age made the whole situation feel more like something friends would do. And he did see Rienk and Nico as being simply that, albeit ones he was attracted to. The stakes with Dermott were higher, though. With each passing day, Elijah wanted the man more and more. When he finally gave himself to him, he wanted to be confident—hence, the lessons.

Elijah was lying propped against the pillow he slept on every night, naked like Rienk and Nico and with his hard dick in his hand. Unlike other nights, he wasn’t covering up what he was doing with a comforter. He’d decided that his actions would be fully on display. If he ever hoped to join in sex with these three men, he had to get used to being out in the open instead of hidden away. He’d been self-conscious for the first few minutes, but the way the others acted as if it were no big deal had helped ease that—as had his engrossment with what was happening at the other end of the couch. Nico was draped against the back while Rienk kneeled between his splayed legs. Elijah paid close attention to everything that Rienk said and did, storing the knowledge away as if he were back in school. He experimented with the same spot on his own cock and immediately appreciated the effect. He couldn’t hold the groan back.

Rienk grinned. “See what I mean? Now, you want to keep a firm grip on the base of the shaft to choke the orgasm. Sometimes causing a quick climax is hot. Other times, it’s wicked fun to keep your partner on edge. When you sense that he’s ready to come, clench him harder to stop it. It prolongs the whole thing and makes it extra powerful when you finally do let him climax.” He returned his attention to Nico’s dick, sucking it into his mouth. The way he worked it with his throat was visible. Nico’s panting increased, and he clawed at the sofa. Then he pounded it with clenched fists, grunting in obvious frustration. The mere sight of it increased Elijah’s arousal. Who knew watching others being cock-blocked could be so hot?

Rienk pulled his mouth off Nico’s dick with an audible pop and looked at Elijah. “See what I mean? Even though Nico is pitching a little hissy fit about being edged, he’s getting extra enjoyment out of it, too. Does that make sense?” When Elijah nodded, the boy continued. “Now, I’m sure you’re aware of the prostate and how much fun that little piece of anatomy can be. I could insert my finger into his hole and stimulate it that way—and believe me, I will shortly—but if butt play isn’t something you or your partner are particularly into, you can do this instead.”

Rienk lifted Nico’s balls with the side of his finger and pressed against the spot right behind them. At the same time, he rubbed the pad of the thumb on the other hand along that spot beneath the cockhead. “It’s not as direct, yet still gets the job done.”

Nico pounded his fists again. “Fuck, Rienk!”

“Huh-uh,” the other boy chided. “We agreed that I would be the teacher and you the model.” He winked at Elijah. “Nico is a sprinter, always trying to get over the line as quickly as possible. I like to make it last.”

Nico barked out a laugh. “That’s not what you say when Dermott is fucking you.”

Rienk flicked his finger against Nico’s dickhead, making the guy utter a strange sound that was part whimper and part moan. “Smartass. A little bite of pain can enhance the pleasure, too. It’s counter-intuitive, I know. Now, to continue…” Rienk wet the forefinger of the hand that had pressed up against Nico’s balls. Then he swirled it around the boy’s hole before pushing it in all the way past the second knuckle.

Nico cried out and arched his back. Rienk had already swallowed the guy’s cock and his head bobbed in rhythm with the finger that fucked Nico’s hole. Transfixed, Elijah jerked his own dick and cupped his balls, pressing against that spot as Rienk had demonstrated. He came in a sudden, blinding explosion that had him caving in on himself, his forehead nearly hitting the sofa cushion. Nico’s screams echoed around him at the same time, and the mere thought that they came together was a huge rush. His cock pulsed repeatedly until nothing more erupted out. Elijah was left panting.

“Such a lovely sight.”

Elijah wasn’t startled at the sound of the voice behind him. He was already used to Dermott turning up at unexpected moments. Leaning back again and tilting his head, he saw the man leaning against the doorjamb. How long has he been there? As usual, he’d retreated to his office to finish up for the day. If he’d made any noise coming into the apartment, Elijah had been too engrossed in the lesson and his own jerk-off session to have noticed. He wasn’t sure if the others had, but when he looked at them, they were grinning at their ‘Daddy’, clearly not bothered by his presence. Elijah wasn’t either, except his hand and belly were coated in cum. He reached for the tissues Rienk had placed on the coffee table.

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