Page 68 of Studious
But I don’t just mean his dick. Thismanis mine—or I want him to be. I want to be the one to take care of him. I want to help him come out of his shell, and I want to support him when he does. I want to see him shine. I want to let him be himself, because from all I’ve seen so far, I think he may be the most genuine, cute soul I’ve ever met.
I haven’t had feelings like this since high school.
Somehow, with Alden, I feel safe. Because everything is out in the open between us, I’m not under pressure to be something I’m not or live up to some rep I’ve developed. I can focus on him.
And I really like focusing on him.
I pop off long enough to whisper, “It’s okay to come. You don’t have anything to prove.” Then I take him deep again, this time making sure I don’t lose eye contact.
With a glorious, delicious moan-groan, he pulses in my mouth, and I greedily swallow the warm, salty release. Then I suck him gently, feeling the twitches and aftershocks of his O.
I grin up at him.
He slumps against the nearest wall. “Sothat’swhat I’ve been missing out on all this time.”
I stand up and kiss him deeply, ignoring my own hard cock. At the same time, I help him pull his pants up, not wanting him to feel embarrassed.
When we break for breath, he shakes his head. “I don’t have words.”
I hug him. “That’s okay. You don’t need to say anything.” I realize he’s trembling, and I kiss the top of his head. “Hey, baby. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to cry, but that was earth-shattering,” he mutters into my chest.
“If you need to cry, it’s okay.” He’s still shaking, so I hold him tighter.
“I feel like I’ve crossed some boundary. Some watershed that was holding me back from being an adult.”
I don’t reply or urge him on. I just keep him safe in my arms. He sniffles, and I snuggle him closer, my biceps locking him in place.
“Thank you,” he finally whispers.
I let him go enough to tilt up his chin with my finger and kiss him softly. “It was my pleasure.”
Then he blinks again. “What about you?”
“I’m fine,” I say.
“No, really. Can I at least explore you? I’ve never touched another guy’s dick before.”
“Sure,” I say. “What do you want to do? My body is yours for the taking.”
“Can I just touch you?” he asks.
“Of course. Want to go to my bedroom?”
He nods.
We walk down the hall holding hands, and I’m nervous. I’ve never felt nervous before sex. At least not for a very long time.
But this is Alden, and he’s starting to mean a lot to me. If he doesn’t feel the same as I do, that would suck. I need to click back into my usual MO—that this is only sex.
That thought makes my stomach hurt. No, I can’t do that. I like being close to Alden and want to make him feel good.
When we get to my room, I gesture at the bed. “How do you want me?”
He hesitates only a second before saying, “I want to explore your body. Can you, um, take your clothes off?”
Said in his casual but careful way, it makes my dick throb. “Sure,” I reply, leaning over to kiss him.
