Page 32 of Learning to Trust

“That’s something I should investigate for my place, it gets fucking cold during the winter months. I have every other luxury, and mostly useless, gizmo and gadget, but they obviously didn’t think of something beneficial like heating. Although there is ducted reverse cycle air conditioning, it’s not the same.”

“After we shower and eat, I’ll take you downstairs and show you something else that might surprise you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I nodded and indicated a recessed area with a glass door in the wall where I kept a bottle of lube and several condom packets.

David removed the lube, squirted some into his hands, and sat the bottle on the seat nearby.

“Sir?”

“Yes, David.”

“Have you ever been rimmed or fingered?”

Ice-cold blood ran through my veins, and I stiffened as memories of the first and only time I'd bottomed filled my head as if it had only been yesterday. And—they were far from good memories.

“Sir?” David ran his lubed hands up and down my thighs, confusion warred with concern on his face. “What happened?”

Sighing, I set my hands over David’s to still the movement.

“Tell me, please, Sir.”

"I was nineteen and had come out about six months earlier. Believe it or not, I was popular in college, the football jock and not everyone took the news well. I had Kyle watching my back; he'd come out about a year before me, and we were big men even back then so not many assholes were willing to confront us directly. We still heard the barbs and jabs behind our backs, but we ignored them. One guy—Maxim, took a liking to me, and even though he was still in the closet, I was as attracted to him as he seemed to be to me and when he suggested we hook up, I agreed. We skipped our last lesson and Maxim drove us to a beat-up hotel off the interstate. Even though I wasn't a virgin, I was nervous and wasn't prepared for how he changed once inside the room. During the few days I'd known him, Maxim was funny, kind, and considerate. The man in the motel room was rough and cruel. He threw me on the bed and fucked me raw then, while I lay on the bed in pain and bleeding, he pulled his pants on and moved to the door. His parting words were, "I always wanted to know what it was like to have a jock's ass. I wasn't missing anything. Maxim left me to find my own way back to the dorm."

“Oh, Andrew.”

"I managed to hitch a ride back and my pants were wet with blood by the time I got to my dorm, but I was too weak to get medical help. I flopped down on the bed and when I woke up it was in the hospital after surgery. Kyle had dropped by to see how my 'date' had gone, couldn't rouse me, and noticed my pants were soaked in blood. He called an ambulance, and I was rushed to hospital and into surgery. Apparently, there was major rectal and anal tearing, and several blood vessels were ruptured. The next week was spent in the hospital while Kyle fended off the rumors at school. The packing in my ass had to be changed twice a day and it wasn't pleasant. I vowed no one would ever come near my ass again. Shortly after I returned to college, Leon sought us out and told us about a gay support group on campus. We joined and that's where we also met Simon and Cody. We've been good friends ever since."

“I want to kill the bastard for how he treated you.”

“Irony?”

David lifted an eyebrow.

"Maxim was murdered two days. I suspect maybe a relation of another man he'd treated roughly took exception to the injuries he'd caused. He was found near a dumpster in back of a well-known brothel in the city. The police asked me some questions, but I was never a suspect. I was still recovering in the hospital at the time so had an iron-clad alibi."

“Did they find the killer?”

"Not that I'm aware of, but I have to admit, I haven't followed the case and it was two decades ago."

“I won’t touch you, Sir.”

“Thank you.”

David squirted more lube into his hands, kissed me passionately, and gathered my cock into his hands. It didn't stay soft for long. His tugs and caresses, the twisting and pulling of his hands had me growing harder. David's feather-soft touch on my sensitive skin had every nerve-ending tingling and I was literally curling my toes.

When David gathered me in one hand, lowered his head, and swallowed me to the back of his throat, I shouted loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. He was unable to take all of me so what wasn't enveloped by his mouth was gripped in his hold. His mouth sucked, tongue swirled, and when he swallowed and the head of my dick was momentarily constricted, I leaked like a sieve.

I began wondering if anyone had ever died from being overstimulated by a blow job. Maybe I'd be the first? The man was bringing me undone. My body trembled, and goosebumps broke out all over my skin from my toes to the tips of my ears. I laid my head back against the tiles, spread my legs wider, and closed both eyes. Fuck I felt good.

David cupped both balls in his free hand, rolling them between his fingers. Threading my fingers deep into his curls, I pulled hard enough to cause a bite of pain. A hard swallow, deep growl, and I detonated like Vesuvius.

My hips gyrated on the seat as spurt after spurt of creamy liquid washed down David’s throat.

“Fuck, you have the mouth of a fucking god.”

Spent, I relaxed on the seat with my back against the tiles. David released his hold on my cock and stretched up to capture my lips. I tasted myself on his tongue as we thrust and parried in a sensuous kiss.