Page 4 of Collisions and Decisions

How is this even possible?

I’ve seen plenty of porn, thank you very much. I know what deepthroating is. I just never thought people out in the real world were capable of doing it.

Let alone with my kind of length.

But Xander . . .

Then his face is above mine, and he’s smiling brilliantly. There’s joy, amusement, and pride in his gaze, with his bouncy brown curls flopping in front of his forehead. He looks so damn beautiful. I cup his cheek and bring him down for a kiss. I try to convey everything I’m feeling with that kiss, though I doubt it’s working.

Then I feel his erection against my lower belly, and I mentally curse myself. I practically passed out and I’m leaving him hanging. I don’t want to stop kissing himever.

That’s an insane thought and I better stop that.

It’s better if I focus on making him feel good, no matter how reluctant I am to separate his mouth from mine. I find the strength from somewhere deep inside me to flip us over so I’m once more lying on top of him, and slowly move down his body. I leave wet kisses on my way and take hold of his cock before my mouth is even close.

I’ve never even held another man’s dick, but I’ve thought about it plenty, so I go with my instinct and start pumping him slowly.

I relax, knowing I’m not totally fucking this up when I feel him twitch and get harder. Then he moans, low and long, and just once.

But it’s all the encouragement I need to finally get my mouth on him. I keep stroking him as I leave the same wet kisses down his erection, sucking softly on each one.

“Wyatt,” he whispers, and I look up to see he’s looking straight down at me. And just like I was, he’s bunching up the sheets in his hands.

Good, it’s good he’s feeling the same way I am.

Now, I want to make him scream my name, not whisper it. So I get to work.

I’ve received enough blowjobs to know what I like—what Xander did, yeah, but there’s lots of other things.

Like sucking the tip hard while my hand still strokes his base. Like playing with his balls and pressing a finger just behind them. I wish I could finger Xander, but I’ve never done that, so I’ll probably need instructions and I don’t want him to have to do that tonight.

I take another inch into my mouth and it’s not bad at all, so I go for another, and another, until my nose is almost pressing against his trimmed pubes. I swallow, just to see how that would feel, and when it’s okay, I suck hard.

“Fuck, Wyatt, please.”

I let his cock slip out of my mouth to ask, “What do you need, Xander? What do you want?”

“I-I-I—” He shakes his head and breathes hard.

“Tell me,” I beg.

He swallows hard. “Can I... shit, can I fuck your face?”

I smile triumphantly. “Of course you can, baby.” I suck him back into my mouth the next second until the tip once more bumps against the back of my throat. Then I relax my jaw as best as I can, and let my neck hang a little.

Xander combs his finger through my hair slowly, way too tentatively, and once he has a good grip on my head, he starts to move his hips.

Again, tentatively, and slowly. I suck hard, trying to make it clear he can go faster, harder. That I’m fine. I’m a big boy, and if I have an objection to anything happening, I can spring back at any moment.

I guess he gets the message, because he thrusts deeper and harder. He’s frowning slightly down at me, but then his expression smooths into a wicked smile. I guess he realized I can take it.

So he repeats his movements, over and over. Faster and faster, until I grab his ass and help him out. Then I focus on sucking when he’s barely inside me. I squeeze him hard againstme, and the next second I get my first ever spurt of come. On my tongue.

It’s not too bad.

But what I’m really focusing on, after I make sure I can breathe, is Xander’s expression of wonder. His whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat and the overhead lights of the room don’t do him justice.

I want to kiss my way back up. I want to ask him why he looks so surprised. But before I can do any of that, he springs up and away.

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