Jimmy looked down at Tobin, sprawled on his king-size bed, and growled in desire. The boy had become a man, but was still in many ways a boy—slim, pale, more or less hairless, lacking the heft and scars of age. But he was also a man: he had muscular shoulders and thighs, to say nothing of his cock, which was still hard and lolled against Tobin’s belly, leaking milky liquid that Jimmy wanted to lap up. He was still halfway delirious, and lay on Jimmy’s bed as if it was a faerie bower: with eyes that said they did not know if this was reality or fantasy, he looked at Jimmy’s cock and asked, “Can I suck it again?”

Jimmy ran a slow hand up and down his still-hard cock, pausing to give it a squeeze. Tobin whimpered, his eyes glued to the shaft.

“Come and get it,” Jimmy whispered.

Tobin scrambled onto his hands and knees, crawling across the duvet until his face was level with Jimmy’s cock, his lips parted, his chest heaving. He looked up imploringly, as if asking permission.

“Suck me,” Jimmy growled.

Tobin practically lunged, swallowing as much of his cock as he could manage. Jimmy twined his hands into his tousled blond hair, throwing his head back in ecstasy at the delicious sensation of Tobin’s hot, eager mouth sliding down over his shaft, tongue squirming eagerly. Jimmy crooned as he guided him, slowing the kid’s instinct to suck him fast, letting him taste and feel his cock properly. Tobin responded, moaning around his fat mouthful, sometimes closing his eyes, sometimes looking up and meeting Jimmy’s.

***

It was even better the second time. His first taste of Jimmy’s cock had been delirious, ecstatic, his incredulity all but eclipsing the pleasure of the moment. Now he felt Jimmy’s strong hands in his hair, guiding him but not forcing him, slowing him down so that he was aware of every sensation. The silky duvet under his hands and knees, the firm mattress beneath that; the cool air on his skin; he felt his own nakedness like electricity, every nerve on his bare skin alive to his desire; his cock, hard and still slick and wet from when Jimmy had sucked it mere moments before, leaking precum, aching for a second release already. More than anything he wanted to stroke it, but he had the presence of mind to resist—he was so charged in this moment that he’d cum again quickly, and he wanted Jimmy to do that for him.

In the meantime, he concentrated on the sensations in his mouth. His entire world had come down to Jimmy’s cock. It was salty and hot, skin velvety over steely hardness. Wanting a better vantage, he shifted off his knees so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. No longer needing to support himself on his hands, he brought one up to grasp Jimmy’s ass, and the other to hold his cock while he sucked. Pausing, he squeezed the shaft while he leaned back slightly to stare at it, then let his tongue run down the underside. He cupped Jimmy’s heavy balls, marveling at their size and heft. When Jimmy moaned as he fondled them, he leaned down and started tonguing his scrotum while he stroked his cock.

“Jesus fuck, Tobin,” Jimmy moaned. “You’re a fucking natural.”

A thrill ran through him at the words, and he slid his mouth over Jimmy’s cock again, delighting in the moans and gasps he elicited. Jimmy started to rock his hips gently, and Tobin picked up the rhythm, pressing his tongue against the underside as he sucked. He heard Jimmy’s breath catch, and then grow more and more ragged. He sucked faster, twisting his head slightly on the upstroke and swirling his tongue around the head like he’d seen someone do in a porn vid. The effect was electric—he glanced up to see Jimmy looking down at him through slitted eyes; Tobin smiled around his cock and tried to communicate all his want and desire, all his love of this cock into his eyes.

It worked. Jimmy growled, and pulled him off. He cupped Tobin’s chin.

“I’m getting close. I don’t know what you want to do—I’m clean, I’ve been tested recently, so you don’t have to worry about my cum. But whether you want it in your mouth or—”

Tobin didn’t let him finish, but dove back down on his cock. He sucked him once, twice, three times, then broke contact and, looking up at Jimmy, said “I have jerked off so many times to the thought of you cumming in my mouth.”

Jimmy growled again. “Then keep going, and you’ll get your wish in a moment.”

Tobin needed no encouragement. He slid his mouth back over the shaft, sucking him fast and hard. He war rewarded with the sensation of Jimmy’s ass clenching under his hand, and the sound of the big man giving out a series of cries that mounted in urgency until his entire body stiffed. His hands twined in Tobin’s hair, he crooned one final moan as his cock swelled and spasmed. Tobin felt his cum explode on his tongue, hot and salty and bitter. He swallowed eagerly as a second and then a third jet filled his mouth. He swallowed again, but felt some of it escape and trickle out the side of his mouth.

For a long moment, Jimmy held his face on his cock as he exhaled an endless sigh. Then he reached down and, picking him up under the armpits, threw him gently backward on the bed. The man’s strength dizzied Tobin, thrilled him, especially when he pinned his arms over his head and leaned down to slowly and deliberately lap up the drips of his own cum off Tobin’s chin. He then kissed him deeply and rolled off him, pulled him into his arms.

They lay in silence for what seemed a blissful eternity until Jimmy murmured, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d done that before.”

Tobin felt himself flush with pleasure. “Thanks,” he managed.

They lay in silence for a few more minutes, and then Tobin felt Jimmy’s big hand circle his cock.

“This beautiful thing looks like it could use some attention,” he whispered in Tobin’s ear. “Anything in particular you want me to do?”

“Oh, god,” Tobin gasped. “Anything you want.”

“Huh. Anything?” Tobin sensed rather than saw his grin. “Well then… how about this?”

Taking his hand away, Jimmy rolled over and opened up the drawer of his night table. The bulk of his shoulders hid whatever it was he was doing from Tobin. When he rolled back, he placed his hand around Tobin’s cock again, now slick and slippery with lube.”

“I think,” he whispered in Tobin’s ear, “you need a proper handjob.”

The feel of Jimmy’s huge, work-calloused hand sliding over his cock was almost too much. After just a few strokes, he could feel himself getting close. But Jimmy sensed it, and paused. He stroked him slowly, twisting his palm around his cock head, running his fingertip in feathery circles around his glans, then squeezing him again with deliberate strokes until again Tobin felt his orgasm mount. And again Jimmy paused until it subsided.

Tobin had no idea Jimmy tortured him like that, bringing him to the brink and bringing him back, until finally he whispered in his ear, “I want you to cum now, baby.”

As if on command, his cock swelled and jetted cum in a high arc that landed on his chest. “Good boy,” Jimmy crooned, while his hand continued to gently stroke his still-hard cock. He kissed him on the cheek and leaned down to lap up the cum that had puddled in his sternum. “Mmmmm,” he murmured. “God, you taste so fucking good.” He kissed him deeply. Tobin, still slightly delirious with pleasure, kissed him back, grasping the back of his bald head and clinging to him as if trying to drink straight from his mouth. He tasted his own cum on Jimmy’s lips, as well as the pleasantly fishy aftertaste of Jimmy’s on his tongue.

“You taste good too,” he gasped. “All I want to do is suck you and swallow your cum.”

Jimmy chortled. “There will be plenty of time for that,” he said.

“There will?” Tobin hadn’t thought much beyond this moment—his brain could barely form coherent thought—but mind surfaced above his ecstatic state and started to tread water. “You mean now… or—”

“Now and later,” Jimmy said, and abruptly rose from the bed. He walked out into his living room and Tobin heard him rummaging about in a drawer. He returned with something in his hand, but all Tobin could do was stare in awe at the sight of the man naked. How many times had he imagined this? How many times had he jerked off simply to the thought of what Jimmy would look like naked? His cock, still hard, throbbed at the sight. Jimmy, as if aware of his scrutiny, paused for a moment at the foot of the bed and smiled, allowing Tobin’s eyes to drink him in. There aren’t that many people who look better naked than clothed, Tobin thought, and Jimmy was one of them: tall, broad across the shoulders and through the chest, massively muscled, with a flat belly and narrow waist. His chest was furry without being hairy; his jawline sharp and defined. His tattoos all looked like tribal patterns or Celtic knots, running up both arms and over the upper slope of his pecs. His cock was half-hard, and still had a wet sheen from Tobin’s slavish attentions.

“Holy shit, you are beautiful,” Tobin practically moaned, and the big man grinned.

“Back at you, baby,” he said, and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand lightly over Tobin’s chest and belly.

“Sit up a moment,” Jimmy said, and when Tobin obeyed, he handed him a set of keys and a post-it note. Looking at the note, Tobin saw it had an address and apartment number written in small, precise script.

“What’s this?”

“This is a condo I bought and refurbished,” Jimmy said. “I was going to rent it out, but I think I’ll leave it empty for a while.” In response to Tobin’s questioning look, he continued, “I just said we’ll be doing this again. And again and again. And sooner or later you’re going to come out to your parents and your friends. On your own schedule—you have to do it on your time. But when you do, I don’t want your parents and neighbours suddenly twigging to the fact that you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with that Jimmy Ruiz character.”

“But everyone in this neighbourhood loves you,” Tobin protested. “My parents love you.”

Jimmy shook his head. “They love me now. They like having a gay man who looks like a thug but is really a sweetheart living close to them—they love the seeming contradiction, and they can pat themselves on the back for being so tolerant and accepting. But if they start to suspect that I’m fucking their golden boy, I go very quickly from being that nice man Jimmy Ruiz to being that predatory thug Jimmy Ruiz.”

“You’re not a predator!” Tobin protested, stung at Jimmy’s characterization of his parents and their friends. “I was prepared to chain myself to you if you wouldn’t have sex with me! They can’t say that you—”

With an amused look, Jimmy raised his hand, and Tobin fell into irked silence. Jimmy shook his head. “Tobin, you need to trust me on this. They will say such things, and it would make your whole coming-out a worrisome thing rather than the celebration it should be. Believe me … I’ve been living this life much longer than you.”

He stood and paced beside the bed. “Look, if I had thought you might get over this attraction and move on to someone more age-appropriate, I wouldn’t have done this. I’d have jerked off a few times thinking about your sweet ass, and that would have been that. But it was pretty obvious you weren’t going to let this go. And desperation like that … well, it can lead to some poor choices. And poor choices in this life can be very dangerous, especially for a beautiful young man like you. There are lots of unscrupulous men out there who would not put your interests first.”

“Is that what you’re doing here?” Tobin asked, feeling sullen for reasons he could not quite discern.

“I’m looking out for both of us,” Jimmy said simply. “It’s easier for you than it was for me, but like I said, bad choices can be disastrous. You have a lot to learn, as I did when I was your age. I was fortunate, however—I met someone who took me under his wing.”

Tobin listened as Jimmy told him about Freddie—how Freddie had recognized Jimmy’s sexuality and his attraction to him, and how he had made sure his first real sexual experiences were safe and pleasurable. As Jimmy described the progression of their meetings, Tobin oscillated between a vague jealousy and being turned on at the thought of a young Jimmy taking his first sexual steps. His cock, which had softened, grew hard again.

Jimmy noticed, and grinned. “Oh, to be eighteen again,” he said, and reached down to stroke his shaft.

Tobin gasped. “So… so what you’re saying is… you’ll be… my mentor?” Jimmy’s hand on his cock made it hard to get the words out.

Jimmy nodded. “If you want me. Just understand a few things: first, this is the last time we do this here. From now on, we’ll meet up at the condo. Second, we’re not together. For one thing, I don’t do boyfriends. When you’re out, you’ll start meeting more appropriate partners. Also—and don’t take this the wrong way—you’re not my type.”

Tobin flushed, but was not upset. It was a bit of relief to hear Jimmy say so, so he nodded in agreement.

Jimmy smiled. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He kissed him.

Tobin kissed him back, loving the sensation of Jimmy’s whiskers on his cheek.

“So…” he asked tentatively when Jimmy broke the kiss. “You said something about doing more today?”

In answer, Jimmy leaned over and swallowed his cock whole, letting his nose rest for a moment in his pubes while Tobin gasped in pleasure. He pulled back to the head and swallowed him again, getting Tobin’s already hard cock swollen and taut.

Sitting up, he asked, “What would you like to do?”

“Can you… can you fuck me?” Tobin asked, and in simply saying the words he felt as though he might cum spontaneously.

“Not today,” said Jimmy with a grin. “Don’t worry, we’ll get there. Today, I want you to fuck me.”

***

Jimmy enjoyed the look of surprise that spread across Tobin’s face at his words. He enjoyed even more the fact that his cock visibly throbbed when he said them.

“You want me to…” Tobin trailed off.

“Fuck me, yes.”

“But I thought… I mean, I sort of assumed—”

“That a guy who looks like me is always a top?” Jimmy grinned.

“Uh… yeah, I guess.”

“I get that a lot. Which is a shame, because I do so love getting fucked. But most guys who gravitate to me want to bottom.”

“I can see why,” said Tobin fervently, reaching out to stroke Jimmy’s half-hard cock.

“Of course, if that’s not something you’re interested—”

“No. No. I’ll fuck you,” he said, sitting up and grinning. “I just hope that I’m … that I can, you know …”

“Don’t worry,” Jimmy leaned down to whisper in his ear, making him shiver. He reached down and squeezed Tobin’s cock. “This is a pretty impressive piece of meat. I’ve been dreaming about having it in my ass for some time now.”

Tobin whimpered, and his cock twitched in Jimmy’s hand.

Retrieving the lube from the night-table, he reapplied it, slowly and lovingly stroking Tobin’s straining cock while he moaned in ecstasy. “Scootch over,” Jimmy told him, and lay down on the bed. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he lubed up his asshole and said, “OK. I’m all yours.”

For a moment it looked like the software in Tobin’s brain had frozen, glitching on an impossible equation. Your cock + my ass, Jimmy thought, amused. It’s pretty simple. After a second, however, the paralysis broke, and Tobin scrambled around so that he sat on his knees between Jimmy’s legs. He pressed his hips forward and his slick cock slipped up over Jimmy’s balls. With a low chortle, Jimmy reached down and guided him to his hole.

“Slowly at first,” he murmured, as he felt Tobin’s cock head press against him. “Just take it gentle.”

Chastised, Tobin eased his cock forward, and Jimmy moaned as he felt the engorged head pop through his sphincter. “Keep going,” he gasped. Tobin pressed in, a shudder running through his body as he felt Jimmy grip his cock with his nether muscles. Jimmy moaned, then gave a small cry as Tobin slid his cock home. It had been too long since he’d been properly fucked, and Tobin’s hardness was sublime. “Fuck me,” he said between clenched teeth, and cried out again as he obliged, starting to pump his hips—slowly and deliciously at first, but then with growing confidence and speed.

“Holy shit,” Tobin said, his voice strangled. “Holy shit. Unh. This feels so fucking amazing.”

“Fuck me,” Jimmy said, spreading his legs farther. “Fuck me hard. Give me that beautiful fucking cock.”

“Holy shit. Yes.”

“You like that ass? It feel good? Tight around your cock?”

Tobin did not answer—Jimmy could tell he couldn’t. He grunted and moaned as he fucked him, and even though he’d already cum twice, Jimmy could feel the orgasm building in his lover’s body.

“Slow down,” he murmured. Tobin obliged, and the urgency receded. He fucked him slowly, almost languorously, he eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.

Yes—the kid was a natural, Jimmy reflected, feeling his own cock return to hardness as he moaned and gasped beneath Tobin. Tobin noticed—he reached down and started to stroke him as he fucked. Slick with sweat and cum, it needed no lube, and soon Jimmy started to feel the double ecstasy of a hard cock in his ass and a firm hand on his cock.

“Fuck me, baby,” Jimmy said again. Tobin speeded up his rhythm, and stroked him more urgently.

“Holy shit,” Tobin gasped. “I’m getting close.”

“Me too,” Jimmy growled.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

Tobin suddenly stiffened, his whole body trembling, and Jimmy felt the cock inside him swell and explode. The sensation put him over the edge and he came in Tobin’s hand, the cum hot and slick on his already shiny cock. Tobin’s whole body spasmed once more, and he collapsed, panting, on top of Jimmy.

They lay like that for a long few moments, both of them breathing hard.

“OK, I’m no expert,” Tobin said finally, catching his breath. “But I think that was pretty good.”

“That was fucking amazing,” Jimmy confirmed with a chuckle, kissing him gently. “What do you want to do next?”