Sandalwood Ch. 4

This needs a heavy dose of editing before it goes anywhere, but I did at least finish that one other story I mentioned working on before the new year. Use the tags to find previous chapters (from over a decade ago. Shut up about it.) There will be one more chapter before it's totally finished.

Skin between my teeth, under my tongue, and guttural urgent unhs in my ears; Gary and I tussled and tugged until he rid me of my jeans. He bit my lip, my neck, and slid down to lick leisurely at my nipples, stroking my dick with a slow but firm touch. I tried to sit up and return the favor, but Gary shoved me onto my back with a naughty grin. Settling catlike between my thighs, his dark brown eyes penetrated the air between us, holding me still while his tongue snaked out to run the length of my shaft.

“Oh, god,” I exhaled. Gary chuckled and moved his left hand to grasp the base while the right rolled my balls between his fingers. His hot, wet mouth engulfed the cockhead and Gary bobbed up and down leisurely. I sat up a little, just enough so that I could stroke around his ears. "Holy shit that's good."

Gary pulled off for a moment but kept his hand in motion. "Remember telling me that you heard faggots suck better cock?"

"No. Was I joking?"

"No." His expression was sly, as though leading me to a conclusion that he came to a long time ago.

"Seriously, Gary, why do you like me? I am a complete dick to you."

I only got a half smile in response, which would have been completely unsatisfying if Gary hadn't followed it by going back to licking up and down my shaft. Stop looking a gift horse in the mouth, commanded the part of my brain that operated on sex. It was never easier to obey than when Gary started humming around my cock.

"Oh, fuck yes."

With a laugh Gary bobbed up and down. Strong fingers slid up and down the base in time. Gary sucked as though he was trying to drain me from the head down, and I was ready to let him. Grabbing the sheets helped keep me from pulling Gary's hair out, but I couldn't keep still; Gary wrapped his free hand around my hips to prevent me from shoving myself all the way down his throat. Not that he would have choked—he kept doing exactly that, but at his own pace. Licking at the tip, Gary would slowly, slowly, seal his lips around the head and slide down to the bottom.

"Holy shit."

Gary grinned. "Do you like that?"

"You know I do," I breathed. Gary crawled up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue.

We broke apart for a moment, grinning like kids.

"Well, mini-me likes you," I said.

Gary rolled his eyes, but smiled. "I suppose that's a relief."

"It's my turn," he told me, "but I want to hold you down and fuck your mouth, just like you'll be fucking my ass."

I nodded consent. Nut up, Nicholas. I’d done this before. Had I been surprised at the dichotomy of Work Gary and the aggressive More Than A Fuckbuddy Gary behind closed doors? Now, even though I wasn't entirely sure that I wanted his dick all up in my face, Gary's forceful sexpot behavior was turning me on enough to follow through what I had started.

He straddled my chest. "Take my belt off." I did. "Now undo my pants. Pull them down just enough to take my dick out." Without any ceremony Gary grabbed my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth.

No panic, no fear of choking, no gagging; I knew to breathe out of my nose and trust Gary to avoid smashing it. How the fuck am I doing this? I wondered. Had I known how to do this innately, or had Gary taught me? The holy-shit-aren't-I-straight part of my brain balked for a millisecond at the approach of a reddish patch of pubic hair, silenced with brutal effectiveness by the yay-dick-in-my-mouth part. There was no taste, it was just skin, just flesh, sliding over my tongue and bumping against the roof of my mouth. Then again, if I followed his cock with my tongue on its way out, there was the bitter hint of something. 

Gary grabbed my hair. "That's it," he growled. "Get that pre."

"Mmf." It was all the sound I could manage, but I did as I was told. That drunk consciousness, my id perhaps, told me that I wanted to see Gary lose control now, to go buck wild while his cock was still in my mouth. I used my hands to spread his ass cheeks and felt for the puckered entrance. 

Gary's balls slapped my chin obscenely as he used my fingers to fuck himself, barely allowing me to breathe. I could take it; Gary had taught me how at some point. Cock was such a weirdly familiar taste and texture. The thin hot skin smoothed over shaft and veins was almost comforting, and the curly hair at the base tickled my lips. Working my lips and tongue as best I could, I let Gary thrust towards my throat. Another memory surfaced, this one of me watching him deepthroat me and asking drunkenly, "How do you do that?" Gary, a little drunk himself, had asked, "You want to learn?"

I breathed deep and opened my throat.

"Holy shit, Nick," Gary groaned. In this position he couldn't get all the way in, but the feeling of his glans kissing the back of my throat was wild. Sexy. A little like breath play, but with a cock instead of a collar. Gary's hole was soft and tight around my fingers, probably still a little loose from last night. I wish I could remember last night, at least.

He let me breathe soon after, clambering off me to find lube. "Stay there," Gary ordered.

I obeyed. He shed only his pants and underwear, and before I could sit up properly Gary was on top of me again, slicking us both up with copious lube with one hand in a kind of desperate rush that excited me.

"And you didn't want to let me inside," I teased him.

He acknowledged that comment only with a smirk. "Hold your dick for me," he said.