Page 21 of Love in Mission City
We hadn’t progressed past kissing, but that night, as I led him up to my room, I said a silent thanks I’d run out to get supplies.
I kept lube handy—a guy had needs—but I hadn’t used a condom in almost fifteen years.
Henry had given Zeus a bone and an admonishment tostay in the kitchen.
Yeah. Right. I smiled as I closed my door. Hopefully the pup would get the message.
To my surprise, Henry grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me in for one of those deep, intoxicating kisses that we’d shared often over the past two weeks.
I’d been taking things at his pace, so we hadn’t even done any heavy petting. Apparently things would be different tonight.
As he fitted his body to mine, he eased his erection against me.
I gasped into his mouth.
He nipped my lower lip. He was getting better at this kissing thing. Then, he pulled back. “I want to be with you, Johnson, but…”
Logistics. From the little he’d shared, he’d grown up in a sexually repressed household. Sex had never been discussed. Certainly sexual health had never been addressed.
I gazed into his eyes. “What do you think you’d like?”
He swallowed. “I think…you in me. Is that okay?”
After pressing a kiss to his cheek, I whispered, “More than okay,” into his ear. I pulled back. “And, later, if you want, we can try it the other way. No pressure, okay? We have all the time in the world. If you change your mind—”
“I won’t—”
“Ifyou change your mind, you just tell me. Everything is consensual. If I hurt you—”
“You won’t—”
“I don’t plan to…but sex isn’t always perfect. Our bodies might not react the way we want.”
He bit his lower lip. “I’m going to explode if we don’t do…something…”
Despite my misgivings, I smiled. “Okay.” I’d thought about starting with blow jobs, but Henry seemed to be more interested in anal. Ah well, I’d teach him the pleasure of oral another time…
We undressed slowly, each watching the other closely.
Part of me wanted to rip clothes off—his then mine—but this was likely the first time he’d ever been naked with a male except in gym class, and that would’ve been thirty years ago.
So we’d go slowly.
At his pace.
Which was nearly glacial.
My cock hardened as he removed his underwear to reveal a substantial uncut cock nestled in red curls. I advanced toward him slowly, again telegraphing my intentions.
He fell into my arms.
We dropped onto the bed.
From there we were all hands and exploring and eliciting little sighs of delight. Moans of pleasure.
When I couldn’t get any harder, I slowly grabbed the bottle of lube.
Henry lay on his back.
