Page 57 of A Much Younger Man
“I’ve always been a pretty happy guy.” It was nothing but the truth. In the midnight stillness it was impossible not to say the words. “This feels like something else. Something better.”
Something better and breathless and frightening and so wonderful I wanted to run towards whatever it could be full tilt.
He took my hand and placed it on his butt cheek. “Can’t quite put your finger on it, huh?”
“Your turn to get a cloth. They’re in the second drawer on the right side of the sink.”
Reluctantly, he peeled himself away. “Okay, but after, I’m spooning you because you, sir, snore.”
“You do too, you know.”
“But my snores are musical perfection.” He kissed his fingersmuahand left, shaking his head. “Every note is a gem.”
* * *
After we cleaned up,I fell into a dreamless sleep. Maybe I wasproblematically mature, in the sense that I wasn’t really up for all-nighters like I had been when I was Beck’s age. But when he reached for me a third time, I was ready to give him the blowjob of his life.
It crossed my mind—as I sank onto my haunches between his legs and nuzzled into his ball sac—that I didn’t have a clue where he’d been. What he’d done. If he’d been tested. The thought stopped me from losing myself in the act, but it didn’t stop my enjoyment as I licked up his surprisingly long, full cock.
I took him in, giving him my throat again, but I drew off, and sank back down, and breathed in the essence of him. He smelled like the ocean, and man funk, and sweat, and semen. My mind told me I was keeping him, and my body concurred as I rubbed my hands up and down the furry lengths of his thighs.
He dug his hands into my hair, and writhed, and made absurd, helpless noises until his cock thickened against my tongue.
“Gonna.” He covered his eyes with both hands.
I pulled off before he let loose and massaged cum into his stomach with both hands while he went boneless beneath me.
And now it was my turn to clean us up.
It had been a long time since I’d considered getting a box of popup wipes for the bedside. As soon as I thought it, I nixed the idea. I lumbered into the bath with the certainty that preparing for a night like this one was the best way to ensure it never happened again.
Beck was spontaneous and sweet. A great lay. For whatever reason, I was the one he’d chosen that night, and it was so good he’d probably ruined me for life. A quick glance at my reflection in the mirror told meproblematically maturemen shouldn’t look gift horses in the mouth. Even if they’re vets.
At that point, there might have been a tiny, catastrophically ungrateful part of me that hoped I’d be able to sleep for the rest of the night. And there was another, truculent part of me that argued I could sleep when I was dead.
I returned to the bed and cleaned the cum off Beck’s snow-white skin. Except it wasn’t anymore. There was a blush to his whole body, love bites on his neck, and finger shaped bruises shadowing his hips where I’d held him too tightly.
I ran my finger regretfully over one such mark, and he rolled over and smiled at me.
“You freak. I have battle scars.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I should have been more gentle.”
His eyes widened. “I love them. I’m sorry I can’t just walk around naked announcing my good fortune to all and sundry. Behold, I am totally marked because Dr. Lindy finally fucked my ass. Huzzah.”
“Did you eat my ice cream when I wasn’t looking?”
“If you mean am I wired with sugar, no. This is normal for me. I’m a night owl.”
“Awesome.” He wrapped both arms around me. I discovered I didn’t hate it. “You be the one to tell Mrs. King why I can’t do her poodle puppy’s surgery in the morning.”
He squeezed me. “I’ll tell her you drank from the fountain of youth and you’re still recovering.”
“You really are a goddamn brat.” Though even my lips could barely move, it was enough to hide my laughter. Beck tucked his face into my neck, and before long, his chest rose and fell slowly. Evenly.
Beck fell asleep, and I followed him into dreamland gripped by the worry I might follow him anywhere. Everywhere. And that once there, I’d find myself alone and lost. Forever.
It changed nothing. Wherever this took me—us—I wanted to go.
