Page 43 of Caged
"The arousal. It's like I'm so close to something, then it just holds there."
Marshall smiled. "I know what you're feeling. You're almost there."
"I can't do it anymore. It won't work."
Marshall kissed him softly. "It's okay. You're not letting yourself relax. You're probably overstimulated by all the new feelings." He brushed a stray strand of hair back from Danny's face. "Can I help you?"
Danny's eyes widened. "How?"
"Sometimes having someone else touch us helps make it easier, better." He watched Danny's face closely for signs of fear. He shouldn't be offering what he was, but he couldn't leave him to go take another cold shower. He wanted Danny to understand that sex was pleasurable and not something to be scared of. "Can I touch you?"
Danny stiffened in his arms.
"Just the way you were touching yourself. Nothing more than that. I just want you to feel the pleasure I felt. I want you to enjoy this, not be upset by it."
"We can try." Danny released his cock.
Marshall kissed him again before pulling back. "I'll be gentle. Are you healed? Does anywhere on it hurt?"
Danny shook his head. "All healed."
"Good." Marshall kissed him again as he slid his hand lower, finding Danny's cock with ease. He wrapped his hand around it, amazed at the thickness, hungry for it. He gently started to stroke him, teasing the head to draw out more precum to coat his palm. He never stopped kissing Danny, hoping to overpower him with stimulation to keep him from thinking too much about everything that was happening. He worked his fist in a steady rhythm, while teasing his lips with his own, sometimes whispering to him, telling him how sexy and beautiful he was. How good he felt in his hand. His own cock hardened again, but he ignored it. This was all about Danny. He liked feeling Danny's body move with him, the occasional thrust of hips, the way his stomach muscles seemed to tighten at times. He swore he was close, but just when Marshall thought Danny was there, the desire seemed to fade again.
What was he thinking? What was keeping him from allowing himself to go over the edge? Was it Larry or something Larry had done? He prayed it was that and not something he was doing wrong. After nearly ten minutes of stroking him, Marshall pulled back a bit, his fist still tightly wrapped around Danny. "Can I try something else?
"What?"
"Will you let me taste you?"
Danny pulled back a bit. "You don't want to—"
"Oh, yes I do. Very much so. I have from the moment I saw you hard in bed the other night. It's one of my favorite things to do, and I'd be honored to do it with you."
"But it's not enjoyable for you."
"It is. Remember, what you have done in the past wasn't how things should be. Let me show you the right way."
Danny stared at him, looking confused and a little scared. "He used to use that for punishment."
"Let me show you how to use it for pleasure, okay? We can stop at any time if you don't like it."
Danny nodded. "What do I do?"
"You just relax. You don't move. Let me do all the work. I want you to lay back, watch me please you, and when it's time, I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste you."
Danny closed his eyes.
"Do you not want this?"
"I just don't see how you'll enjoy it."
"Let me show you." Marshall got on his knees on the floor and positioned himself so he was between Danny's legs. He reached up, fisting the base of his cock, then watching Danny's face closely, he lowered his mouth to him, sliding his cock between his lips as he teased his tongue around the head.
"Oh, God." Danny groaned.
Marshall smiled around him, but then focused and got to work doing what he knew he did well. He used every trick he'd ever learned, did everything he enjoyed when it was done to him, and the whole time, he watched to make sure Danny was only experiencing pleasure. At the first sign of fear, he'd stop everything.
His mouth stretched around the thickness, and as hard as it was to take him deep, he managed to do better than he thought he would. Danny's cock was perfection. Everything about it was just what Marshall craved. If he could fall in love with a cock, it would be this one. The thickness, the length, the taste of it, everything was just right. He fought not to close his eyes and savor the experience but forced himself to never take his gaze off Danny.
