Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
With just a few words, he calmed every fear I had, and made me even more sure of this. Troy would never judge me or hold anything against me. He loved me, and he wanted me, but he wouldn’t push me.
We were quiet as we walked up the stairs to my place. My full scholarship included a studio apartment just outside of campus. I was grateful that I didn’t have to share a dorm with other men. A quiet space was important for my studies and my psyche.
I unlocked my front door and led Troy inside. He’d visited a few times before, and remarked how nice the place was. It wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t much to it; it reminded me of a hotel room with a small kitchenette. But it was comfortable and had everything I needed.
I closed the door behind us and got a sudden surge of bravery. I told myself the best way to move forward was to jump in with gusto, and not give myself time to worry.
So, I reached up, gripped the back of his head with both hands, and pulled him down to me. I pressed our lips together, kissing him deeply and wasting no time in sinking my tongue between his teeth.
I licked against him, and the flavor of his peppermint gum painted my taste buds. Our tongues curled and slid together, exploring the depths of each other’s mouth. My blood warmed and raced south, thickening my cock beneath my briefs.
I felt Troy’s answering firmness against my hip. It didn’t startle me; it excited me. It reminded me that I affected him this way, making him feel good. And I reminded myself that I was taking the lead. I was in control of this experience.
I broke our kiss to take Troy’s hand and lead him over to my bed. But before either of us touched it, I began slowly removing his clothes. I peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his hairy, muscled chest. Every time I saw it, it became more beautiful to me; perhaps because I loved the sweet heart it contained.
Troy slipped off his shoes before I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed the denim off his hips. The thin cotton of his boxers were tented away from his body by the long, thick bulge they were trying to contain. I took a deep breath and curled my fingers into his waistband. I slowly peeled away and dropped the fabric as my jaw dropped too.
It wouldn’t matter how many times I saw his manhood. If I were lucky enough to be with him the rest of my life, then for all my days I would be in awe of the eight thick, veiny inches that pulsed before me. My mouth watered, craving a taste. I craved all of him; his body, his soul, his forever.
But as much as I wanted to drop to my knees and devour him, I wanted more from this moment. I needed to stay grounded and present to give my all to him.
“Lie on the bed,” I requested, patting the mattress. He did as I asked, and looked up at me with such love and reverence, it warmed me to my core.
I toed out of my shoes and stripped away my clothing. I wanted Troy to undress me, but doing it myself reminded me that I was leading the moment. Nothing would happen that I didn’t want. With Troy as my partner, I trusted that without a doubt, but it was an important reminder for my headspace.
Once I was bare to him, Troy gave a quiet moan as his eyes roved my body. All my life, I’d found fault in myself; I was too small, too thin, too weak. The ridicule of others strengthened my doubts. But Troy’s quiet adoration washed them all away. He looked at me like I was something special, and I believed it.
I climbed onto the bed, resting on my knees between Troy’s legs. His hands twitched as if they wanted to reach for me, but he remained still. He was handing full control to me, and I wanted to show him exactly how much it meant.
I leaned close and pressed my lips to his throat. I kissed a wet line across his Adam’s apple and onto his collar bone. His skin was soft and smelled of his woodsy cologne.
My kisses trailed down his chest and stomach, stopping to give attention to both nipples and every ridge and valley of muscle. I wanted to bathe him in the tenderness I had never felt. Loving his body was healing mine.
I moaned when I came face to face with his magnificent cock. Clear liquid dripped from his cut tip, sliding down his shaft. I leaned close and captured the drop on my tongue, humming at its salty flavor.