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“Are you absolutely sure about this? I mean, I want you, but we could hurt each other. I have so much going on in my life that I can’t tackle relationships. If you are having any misgivings, now’s the time to stop.” Tyler pulled Chip in for a kiss. Their tongues moved seamlessly together as they explored theirp mouths.
Any inhibitions Chip had left flew away as the man’s taste overwhelmed his senses. All he could think about was Tyler, the firm muscles and dark hair, and the rapidly beating heart under the palm of his hand.
He pulled back, looked him directly in the eye, and spoke, “I want you, and I’m not changing my mind. How we never met before now is a mystery, but I want to make up for lost time. Now, lean back and let me learn you.” Chip bent over and took Tyler’s cock in his mouth. The man arched his hips up and groaned, then placed his hands back in Tyler’s hair, weaving his fingers through the thick waves.
“Chip, I’m getting really close. I’m sorry I’m so quick, it’s just been so long since I’ve…”
Chip tasted the saltiness of his pre-come, and felt his girth expanding. He lifted his mouth off Tyler’s cock and glanced up. His eyes were closed, and Tyler was biting his lower lip to keep from crying out. Chip felt the man’s cock kick in his hand. Warmth spread over his fist, then shot up to his face and neck. He gazed on Tyler’s face, fascinated by the man’s reaction. He’d never brought a man to orgasm before, thought he’d be bad at it due to his inexperience. He reached down and unzipped his jeans and pulled his own cock out. Using Tyler’s come as lube, he slicked his cock up. He stood over him and nudged the man with his knee.
“You don’t want to miss this, fella.”
Tyler grinned up at him, then Chip worked his throbbing cock with his hand, rapidly building up pace as he felt pressure building below his balls. He hadn’t jerked off in days, and knew this was going to be huge.
Tyler leaned in and whispered, “On my face, I want to feel you shoot on my face.”
He felt that familiar sensation building up at the base of his dick, except this time it felt stronger, more pervasive. His knees shook, and he knew he had only seconds left. With his left hand he grabbed Tyler’s shoulder, so he wouldn’t fall over. Unabashed lust was etched across Tyler’s face. With a loud moan Chip erupted, shooting his come across Tyler’s cheeks, chest, and hair.
“Oh my god, this is...” His knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. Every ounce of energy left him as he panted in exhaustion, his legs tangled in his jeans. He lay there for a few seconds catching his breath, then heard the sound of laughter coming from above. He gripped the sofa with one hand and lifted himself up. Tyler was grinning from ear to ear, laughing with abandon. The sight set him off, and soon they were both in hysterics.
“Ow, damn it, you did this to me!” Tyler laughed, pointing at the splatters of jizz covering him. Chip gingerly got up, which was hard to do since his jeans were around his knees. He was halfway to his feet when his hand slipped, and he fell back to the floor.
“Oh my god! You’re killing me!” Tyler couldn’t stop laughing, which only egged Chip on. He kicked his jeans off and got to his knees, gripping the edge of the leather sofa. When he saw Tyler’s face contorted with laughter and pain, he instantly felt sorry for him. Tyler's cheeks were slick with tears, and his arms were crossed tight over his heaving chest. Chip got up and ran to the kitchen. He opened random drawers until he found dish towels, then ran one under warm water.
When he returned, Tyler was leaning back, with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. Chip sat next to him and placed his hand on the other man's shoulder, letting him know he was there. He gently wiped the mess from his face while Tyler did his best not to giggle. Once his face was clean, Chip kissed him, a brief, firm kiss. Tyler opened his eyes, wrapped his arms gingerly around Chip’s shoulders and pushed him back.
“This was unbelievable, and I don’t even care that every time I take a breath my chest hurts. It was worth it just for the laughter. You sir, are amazing.” Tyler’s dark eyes were bright, his head tilted to the side. Chip was mesmerized, completely taken by surprise that someone thought he was capable of such fun. He’d remembered what fun was like when he was a kid, but the last few years had been all work, or spent mourning his lost family.
“In my head I always thought a first time with someone would be flowers and candy, you know, typical romantic stuff. This was much better, and…” Chip’s voice trailed off and he turned his head, embarrassed.
“What is it? You can tell me.” Tyler took Chip’s chin in his fingers and turned his attention back toward him.
“Don’t laugh, I mean, actually, if you want to laugh, go for it. But, this was way more romantic than a bunch of flowers.” He laid his head against Tyler’s chest and sighed. He felt fingers in his hair, and loved the way it felt. Nobody had ever touched him like this before, and it made him feel special, wanted.
“So this was your first time with a guy?” Tyler asked.
“Yeah. I fooled around with a couple of girls in high school, but it never went anywhere. Actually, if you want to be technical, this is like my first time doing this much with anybody. I always thought there was something wrong with me. I didn’t want to date, didn’t feel attracted to anyone. After my parents were, well, you know about them, I just didn’t feel anything. Couldn’t, to be honest. Then, I met you, and something clicked.” He was glad his face was pressed against Tyler’s chest, so he couldn’t see him blushing.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, trust me. It all looks perfect from my vantage point.” Tyler reassured him, then pressed his head closer to his chest.
Chip glanced up, then asked the question preying on his mind the most.
“With all those athletes you work with, do you fool around with them a lot? Like, are there a lot of gay players?”
Tyler chuckled, then grimaced and held his ribs.
“No, Chip, it’s very lonely. If there are other gay tennis players, I don’t know them. We stay hidden, afraid of losing out on sponsorships and endorsements. I make the most money from advertisers, not winnings. You don’t want to give your opponents anything to antagonize you with, plus the locker room is an awkward place. It would be strange if they took things the wrong way, you know what I mean?”
Chip nodded his head, and Tyler continued, “It used to piss me off, because on the women’s side they don’t have as many problems with lesbians. There are plenty of out of the closet women, but the men’s tour is a different story.” He took a deep breath, and continued, “I love the game, and I’m grateful for everything it’s given me, but I only have a couple of seasons left. I can keep quiet until then.”
Chip frowned, then thought better about speaking. He knew nothing about the sport, but he’d definitely be there for him.
If he wanted him to be, that is.
“You want to help an injured old man to bed?” Tyler asked, holding out his hand.
“I don’t see any old men.”
Chapter Seven
