Page 41 of Mornings By the Linden Tree
His eyes grew heavy-lidded as he dropped to his knees, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. I had suspected he might be into a strong top just by the vibes he projected during our previous frottage sessions, but this was far and away the most erotic display I had ever seen. I’d never truly let myself play in this sandbox before, even though I’d had a few fantasies about dictating what would happen and when during sex. Perhaps I had never felt comfortable enough with another man to drop the curtains that shielded who I was in an intimate situation.
“Would you like to suck my cock?” I asked, and he smiled so sinfully, my balls drew up. “Then come over and do so.”
I beckoned, and he responded beautifully, with exuberance. He scurried closer on his knees, then pushed his face into my hard-on. A low groan escaped me as he rubbed against myerection like a she-cat in heat. I stood there, heart pounding, as he freed my cock with sure movements that told me he had done this many times before, which was fine. I’d had a few callers myself over the years. Kind men, for the most part, distant like me, but willing to take and receive.
His lips spread over the fat head of my cock. “What a beautiful sight you are,” I purred as he suckled my cockhead loudly. Saliva coated his chin as I began to gently pump. His eyes closed, he hummed around my shaft, egging me to go deeper and faster. Soon my cock was sliding in and out of his mouth like a piston. I cradled his head, my fingers in his soft gold hair, and shuddered each time my cock slipped into his throat. Oh yes, this man knew how to give head. I pulled free right as the tingle in my balls began.
“Did you like that?” He dipped his pointed tongue in the slit as he cupped my balls.
“I liked it far too much.” I gave his face a caress that made his eyes roll back into his head. “Get on the bed, Lennon. I want to see you spread out on my coverlet.”
“Man, you are so in command of everything. I think it’s hot as hell. I wish I had that kind of control,” he confessed before giving my dick a squeeze and then climbing onto the bed eagerly. I watched him lounge like a big cat, his sleek body undulating as he positioned himself in a pose that had my dick leaking. Laid out on his back, his legs open, his cock already half hard, his eyes molten. “I’m on PrEP.”
“And I have always been meticulous about the few men I have slept with and am tested religiously every six months. My last results were all clear.” I stepped out of my trousers, folded them in half, and placed them on the padded chaise by the dresser. Then I did the same with my briefs, my socks, and my shirt. Lennon watched, stroking himself back into rigidity.
“I kind of assumed no man had ever blown a nut in or on you,” Lennon said as I pulled a tube of lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer.
“That would be correct. I might be willing to reconsider that stance though with the right man,” I stated while flicking open the lube. Lennon sighed as if he had witnessed a miracle.
“Would I be the right man to coat your chin with my cum?” he breathlessly asked, his hand moving faster on his prick as he spoke. I handed him the lube and rolled on the condom.
“Perhaps. You are more special to me than any other man I’ve spent time with,” I admitted as I placed one knee and then the other on the bed. The firm mattress sank just an inch. Lennon squirted some slick into his palm, took his cock in hand, and then tossed his right ankle onto my shoulder.
“Sweet talker,” he teased with a light of mischief in his bright blue eyes. That light flickered out, the imp gone, when I pushed my cock into him. Just the head at first. He arched up like a cat, wet his lips, and then clenched, pulling more of me into his heat. I flicked my hips, gave him another few inches, and watched as his body grew flush from his chest to his brow. The glow of sex enveloped him. I rocked deeper. He called my name. I nearly came right then, but I bit the inside of my cheek to quell the orgasm. “More. Give me all of that big fat cock.”
“Such a mouth for a child performer,” I teased as I sank fully into him.
“Your mouth was on my asshole ten minutes ago, counselor,” he replied on a gasp as I began moving. “Guess we’re both potty mouths.”
I laughed out loud. Lennon reached up for me, grabbing at my shoulders until I was close enough that he could lap into my mouth. We kissed for ages, it seemed, his tongue skimming over and around mine. The smaller man on the bottom fully in command of everything now, it seemed. He let go, wiggledabout, and shoved at me. I sat back, pressed his thighs to his chest, and began thrusting.
“Yes, yes, that is…fuck me, yes!” he shouted out as he clawed at the covers. Such a robust bottom. It was a good thing Valeria wasn’t home. If we did do this in the future, which I hoped we would, Lennon would need a ball gag. Not a wholly bad idea that…
He worked his cock fervently as I pounded him into the mattress. His second orgasm was longer and just as beautiful, perhaps even more so as I could see his face. Ropes of pearly cum dotted his belly, resting in the fine gold hairs that led from navel to crotch. The tingle at the base of my spine was a warning that my release was on the way. I pushed deeper, wringing out a moan from the man under me that pushed me over the edge. I growled his name as I flooded the condom. His channel milked my cock. My muscles turned into jelly. I fell forward over him, my sweaty brow resting on his shoulder as the tremors slowed.
“My God,” I croaked as his fingers danced over my biceps. “That was…I’ve never felt so complete. I think…I loved it.”
“IknowI loved it,” he whispered and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I found his mouth, unable to respond with anything sensible at the moment. How wonderful that he hadn’t stiffened when I had stumbled over that profession about our sex. “Damn, you are a bossy top. I love that.”
“Mm.” I sighed into his throat, easing out only when I had to. “Rest,” I whispered as I rolled to the side and off the bed. “I have to tend to the condom.”
“Go for it. I’m going to admire your ass.” He moved tenderly to his side, his hair ratted, his cheeks rosy, and his chest still pink from exertion.
“It’s rather scrawny,” I told him as I made my way to the bath.
“Who told you that? You’re a runner. It’s lean and high. Gorgeous. Can I eat it sometime?”
Could he…what kind of silly question was that?! I stuck my head out the door. He was still on his side, one leg over the other, his head on a fat pillow. His eyes met mine.
“You may eat my ass whenever the mood strikes.”
His smile was sleepy but wicked. Within the span of a breath, he drifted off to sleep. Chuckling, I took a fast shower, dressed in clean clothes, and then roused my lover to go do the same. After stealing a kiss, he shuffled into the main bath, humming something that sounded like the frog in the hat song as I stripped the bedding. After shoving the sheets into the hamper, I found clean ones in the linen closet, all perfectly pressed and smelling of a summer rain. I remade the bed, went to the window, and opened it slightly so the smell of sex would be drawn out. On the sill sat a small decanter of fresh flowers. Summer blooms Mrs. Polkowski had bought at the market. She liked to place them about the house just for color. I’d not paid them much notice before, but now I found them compelling. Did I dare?
Before I could talk myself out of being emotional, I plucked a lone flower from the bunch, a bright pink cosmos much like my adopted mother used to grow, and I carried it into the bath. The air was thick with steam. Lennon was toweling off, his wet feet on the mat, his hair a tangle. He was a glorious sight nude, with moist skin, flamingo pink from the hot shower.
His eyes rounded when I presented him with the lone bloom. “Valeria tells me that toucans are known to jaguars, they’re fond of flowers, and that gesture means they are in a committed relationship. That they’re boyfriends. I realize we’re not toucans nor jaguars, but if you would be willing to say you were my chosen boyfriend, then I would be most—”
“Wesley?”
