The hard slaps made the lips of Gage’s anus tighten. It felt good sitting on Cory’s lap and he didn’t want to get up yet. What he really wanted to do was roll over on his back and let Cory climb on top of him. But he thought that might be too obvious, being Cory and Luis never had sex. So Gage reached down with his right hand and grabbed Cory’s thick, solid shaft. “Let’s just stay like this for a few more minutes. I hate to let go right now. You smell good.”

“I need a shower,” Cory said.

Gage inhaled the top of his head. “I think you smell fine.”

Cory ran his right hand up and down Gage’s naked back. “What’s gotten into you today? This is when you always tell me to put my big ugly dick away and get back to work. This isn’t like you.”

It sounded like something his stupid twin brother would say. Luis always had enjoyed teasing men a little too much. Gage often thought Luis enjoyed teasing men more than he did making love to them. But Gage was having a serious problem letting go of the handyman’s cock and he didn’t care about Luis anymore. Cory was obviously attracted to him. The guy was ready to bust a nut any minute. Gage felt the slippery pre-come at the tip of his dick. If there was one thing in the world Gage Weston couldn’t resist, it was a hot guy with hairy legs and loads of pre-come.

Gage climbed off Cory’s lap and went down on his knees. He braced his naked shoulders against Cory’s hairy knees and went down on his dick with one quick swallow. He did this before Cory had a chance to object and talk about Luis’s insane teasing game, or whatever the fuck it was. Gage started sucking Cory so fast and with so much pressure the only thing Cory could do was fall back on the bed and moan out loud.

It didn’t take long. A minute of two after that, Gage felt the head of Cory’s cock swell against his tongue. He increased the pressure with his lips and started moving his head up and down faster, sliding his tongue along the bottom of Cory’s shaft. Cory smelled like a man should smell after he’d been working outside in a barn all morning. The dark hairs between Cory’s legs tickled Gage’s nose. He couldn’t get enough; he hadn’t sucked off a guy who smelled like Cory in years. Cory reminded him of Snake, his first lover back in Tennessee. His pre-come even tasted like Snake’s: slightly salty with a trace of sweetness he couldn’t compare to any one single thing he’d ever had before. There wasn’t really any way to describe the taste. Describing the smell of come was simple: chlorine bleach. But the taste was completely unique.

When Cory finally ejaculated in Gage’s mouth, he let out a deep, low moan. His pelvis made a sudden jerk and his legs stretched out. When Gage gulped and swallowed him, Gage jacked off a load of his own on the pine floorboards at the foot of the bed.

Cory fell backwards again and waited quietly while Gage finished draining what was left. When Gage stopped sucking and lifted his head from between Cory’s legs, Cory gazed down at him and frowned. “We crossed the line this time, Luis. We said we’d never do that. But we just did. Oh my God.”

Gage reached for Cory’s dick to see if there was anything else left to suck. When he saw Cory’s dick was perfectly clean, he put it back into Cory’s pants very gently and pulled up his zipper. Then he stood and said, “Stop worrying, Cory. No one has to know about this but us.” After all, he wasn’t really Luis.

Cory sat up and held his face in his palms. “But what about Jase? He trusts us completely.” He smacked his forehead. “Shit! I should have had more willpower. I feel like shit now.”

Gage felt a pull in his stomach. The poor guy really seemed to be hurting. He wished he could let Cory in on his little secret so he wouldn’t feel so guilty about what they’d just done. Neither one of them was really committed to anyone else. There was nothing to feel guilty about. But Gage knew that would be too dangerous. Cory would want to know what he’d done with Luis and he’d tell Jase everything. Gage would never have a chance to find out what it was like to be Luis.

Gage sat down on Cory’s lap again and put his arms around Cory’s shoulders. Then he kissed his rough cheek and caressed the back of his head the same way he’d always caressed the back of Donny Vitelli’s head when he wanted to calm him down. “Look, stop worrying,” he said. “Seriously. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was my fault, not yours. I’m the one to blame. I promise you I will never lose control like that again.” He crossed his heart and lifted his palm, trying to change the mood and make things lighter.

“But I can’t help feeling guilty,” Cory said. “Jase trusts me.”

“Why? It was my fault. Blame me.” He kept his tone light.

Cory sighed. “I feel guilty because I liked it so much. And because no one has ever done that to me before.”

“Are you trying to tell me your boyfriend never gave you head before?” Gage said. He couldn’t even fathom this. Any young gay man with a boyfriend like Cory who didn’t service him regularly needed a kick in the ass, in Gage’s opinion.

“No,” Gage said. “He gives me head all the time. But he’s never, ah, you know, swallowed and liked it. Actually, no one has ever swallowed like that. You really enjoyed it. My boyfriend tried it a few times and said it wasn’t for him.”

Gage couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are you serious?”

Cory nodded.

“Your boyfriend said he didn’t like sucking you off?”

Cory shrugged. “Not the way you just did. I’ve seen it done in videos and the guys always seem to be having so much fun. I used to ask my boyfriend to do it that way. He did it a few times and then he refused. He said he didn’t like the taste of come.”

Gage had heard this before. He knew for a fact a lot of people, men and women, weren’t fond of the taste of come. But he wasn’t one of them (thankfully). “Well, Cory, not everyone likes come. That’s just a sad fact of life. I’m sorry. Maybe this break you’re taking with your boyfriend is important.”

“You mean because he doesn’t like come?”

Gage turned and smiled. “Absolutely not,” he said. “Don’t be an idiot. I mean because you’re going to have to get used to the fact that your boyfriend doesn’t like the taste of come and learn to respect this. And you’re going to have to love him in spite of this small flaw. And, trust me, this is a very small flaw in the grand scheme of things. Life is not like a porn film, far from it. So please, whatever you do, don’t blame the poor guy and don’t ruin what might be a great lifetime with the right person just for this one little thing. There are far more important things in any relationship than the taste of come. If you really love someone, and I mean really love someone, this is something that shouldn’t matter at all.” Copyright 2016 - 2023