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  Even fumbly kisses with a girl at church camp weren’t as igniting as one touch from this man. David would burn in hell for the images crawling out of the back of his mind. His heart was beating so hard it made him light-headed.

  The man liked him looking.

  So he wasn’t about to scold David for it. But what could a man like this possibly want with him then? A man with all that dark hair on his thick arms, a face as handsome as if it were a gift from the devil himself, and touch that made every hair on David’s body bristle.

  “This… this is a misunderstanding,” David mumbled.

  The man smirked and pulled down the zipper of his jeans, slowly letting go of David’s neck. “Nice to meet you, pretty boy.”

  David’s mind went blank, but his eyes still followed the zipper. How was this happening? Had he fainted and was now in some delirious wet dream? He’d always had an unhealthy interest in older guys. Not that he’d ever acted on it.

  He clenched his hands in his lap, torn between the need to run as far away as possible and leaning in to smell the stranger’s briefs. What if no one ever found out about this? Would it still be a sin? And what was that? The man thought he was pretty?

  The stranger made the decision for David and stepped closer, now standing over the toilet and David’s lap, his crotch just inches from David’s face. “Take off your tie, or you’ll faint.”

  David was on autopilot, only now realizing he could barely breathe. He did a quick glance up, and loosened his tie in relief. The situation was beyond surreal, but when he finally took a deep breath, the man’s intense smell went straight down to his cock. And the worst thing was that now that the zipper was pulled down, he wanted to see what hid inside the pants of a man whose name he didn’t even know. God put temptation right in front of him, and David was too weak to resist. He pulled off the tie, trying to ignore the intense throbbing growing in his jeans.

  The tightening of the skin on his scalp pulled him right back to reality when the stranger grabbed the hair on top of David’s head and yanked him through those torturous inches, until his nose slid through the folds of denim and bumped into the bulge inside the man’s briefs. The zipper was scratching David’s cheeks, but with the explosion of musky, salty aroma filling David’s nostrils, he could only utter an embarrassingly broken moan.

  “Come on, look at me,” said the man in a raspy whisper.

  David dared to glance up into that handsome face. He didn’t usually do this. He was a good boy. No matter how many times his imagination betrayed him when his mind drifted off, he’d never acted on it. He had never touched another man’s body this way, let alone his penis. He had even told Jamie Corrigan what he thought about playing spin the bottle in a group that only had two girls. Yet his hands found their way to the man’s hips, and he took another deep breath of testosterone-scented air.

  The man laughed even as he pushed on David’s head and obscenely ground his hips against his lips and nose. “That’s right. Exactly what you need. Open my belt.”

  David swallowed, dizzy from the arousal overtaking every bone in his body. This wasn’t even a choice anymore. He had to fulfill that request. There was a tremble to his fingers when he unbuckled the man’s belt, pretending his own pants weren’t too tight. The heat of that pulsing, stiff cock pushed against his face again, and he let out a whimper he didn’t even recognize as his own. He wanted this man more than anything in his life, and he’d break all the rules to take what he was willing to give.

  “What’s your name?” asked the stranger, staring at David with those intensely dark eyes. The skin around them was a little darker, as if smudged by eyeliner, but David doubted this man was the type to use makeup, so this had to be his natural coloring.

  “D-david,” he uttered, unable to think about anything else but the bulge in front of him. Sure, he’d seen other guys naked in the shower after PE, but never like this. And they were his age too. None of them had the kind of dark hair under their navel like this man. David had to unbutton his collar because even that was getting too tight.

  “David,” repeated the man as he started slowly pushing his jeans and underwear lower down the angular, model-worthy hips. “That’s a pretty name. Suits you,” he said, but David turned speechless when a half-hard cock bobbed out from underneath cotton right in front of his eyes. The head was big and glistened as it faced him, lodged on top of a veiny shaft, with the man’s balls surrounded by dark pubic hair.

  David’s lips parted, and he wanted to kiss that gorgeous penis all over. He couldn’t explain it. He just did. As if his whole body itched, and the only way to ease the discomfort was to lean in and lick the dark skin in front of him. On the other hand, the situation was surreal, like in a dream he wanted to never wake up from. Butterflies fluttered all over his chest, and he wanted to ask the man what his name was but couldn’t choke it out. He gasped when the cock twitched slightly.

  “Relax,” the man said softly, playing with David’s hair as he beckoned him closer again. “How about I do the work for you?” he asked, and in the most mind-numbing moment of David’s life, the man took hold of his cock and moved the spongy head over David’s lips. The moisture glistening on top of the thick dick was now also on David’s mouth, saltier than he’d have imagined.

  David looked up in awe. “Yes…” There it was. He’d said it. There was no turning back. He was a dirty sinner with no self-control. His breathing was ragged, and he dared touch the tip of the man’s cock with his tongue. It was as if he’d lived his life in black and white, and now everything in this bathroom appeared in Technicolor. Not something he’d experienced when Laura flashed them her breasts at school. He took yet another long sniff of the man’s smell, more arousing than any fantasy David could dream up.

  “Open your mouth, David,” said the stranger, pressing the head of his cock against David’s lips. He sank his fingers into the mane on David’s head and held him in place in a steel-hard yet gentle grip. “Hands on your knees.”

  It wasn’t easy to peel his hands off the man, but David did, and clenched his hands on his knees. His gaze once again licked the beautiful ridge of muscles along the man’s hips, and he opened his mouth wider, vaguely knowing what would happen. His brain and moral fibre said no, but his heart desperately drummed for more.

  He shuddered when the head popped into his mouth and lay on his tongue, heavy and so very smooth. His own cock twitched in his pants, but he didn’t dare disobey and touch himself as the stranger caressed his jaw with warm fingers and told him to suck.

  David closed his lips over the still-growing cock and suckled gently, melting on the inside. If anyone knew he was doing this, he would drop dead out of embarrassment, but as long as this happened in this unreal bathroom that could as well be Narnia, everything would be fine. The cockhead throbbed with heat in his mouth, getting harder by the second. He clenched his sweaty hands tighter and mewled with excitement.

  “More?” asked the man, and his hips slowly moved, dragging the warm dick up and down David’s tongue. Just sensing the movement of skin with his lips was enough to send David into a frenzy of lust.

  He started sucking harder, embarrassed by the sounds he was making yet desperate to please the man. He dug his fingernails into his palms, overwhelmed by the experience.

  He had the cock of a handsome biker in his mouth. Just there, pulsing, veiny and hard, pushing in and out of his lips, each ridge sliding over the sensitive flesh again and again. David’s vision was getting blurry, and his breath wasn’t keeping up with his needs for air.

  “So greedy... as a cocksucker should be,” whispered the man, pushing his cock in a bit deeper, to the arch of David’s tongue. His hands tightened in David’s hair, as if he were afraid David would run. But despite all the shame washing over David, he wouldn’t. Just this once, he wanted to let go and feel the touch of another man. Was that so much to ask for? And he was hardly to blame for succumbing to temptation when the devil put in front of him the most
perfect specimen, with strong, veiny forearms, and glorious muscle visible underneath the T-shirt.

  David moaned and tried to open his mouth even wider, sucking eagerly and looking up to see the man’s face flushed with pleasure. This was all David ever wanted, to please. He always tried to make everyone around him happy, and just this once, couldn’t he get something in return? He swallowed some of the saliva pooling in his mouth, but it still dripped down his chin when the man pulled his cock back out again.

  “How does it feel?” the stranger asked, shuddering slightly as he watched a string of saliva glisten between his cock and David’s mouth. “I bet you already want my balls slapping against your face.”

  “I-I-I… I want to make you happy,” David uttered helplessly, knowing that at the bottom of his words, there was a selfish hunger evident by the throbbing in his pants. And yes, he did want to feel the man’s balls as well. Have them touch his face, have them in his mouth and suck on them.

  The stranger’s eyes became a bit hazy as he moved his hips closer, baiting David with his beautiful cock, so ready for the taking, so hard that David was missing its clean, fleshy taste already. “Then you’ll swallow.”

  David nodded, as if guided by invisible hands, and opened his lips wider. He’d never wanted anything this much. He’d swallow everything this god-like man wanted to give him.

  The stranger pushed into David’s willing mouth, and this time, his cock went much deeper, inevitably triggering David’s gag reflex. The shaft pushed in repeatedly, nudging the back of David’s throat and making his whole body shudder with a mixture of ecstasy and fear.

  “Relax,” whispered the man as he drew back slightly, his thumb gathering a tear that trailed out of David’s eye.

  Only then did David realize he was shivering like a chicken about to be plucked. There was something so visceral about connecting with another person this way. If his parents knew, they would despise him, but having that cock push into his mouth felt so good he couldn’t deny it to himself. Even when the thrusts were fast and made him gag, he still wanted more, wanted to be used by this gorgeous man in whatever way he pleased. He unclenched one of his hands and reached out to the biker’s stomach with his trembling fingers.

  “You want more?” the man asked sharply, staring down at David with a dark flush on his cheeks. His dick kept prodding at the back of David’s throat, and David was frustrated that he couldn’t take it all in, that he couldn’t feel the stranger’s warm scrotum slapping against his chin, wet from David’s spit. “Tell me what you want,” the biker urged him, gently patting David’s cheek.

  What David wanted was to never stop sucking this dick. He groaned when he placed his hand over the man’s T-shirt and felt how hard the muscles were underneath. He was heaving, trying to think and suck at the same time, but all logical thought turned into goo when he looked up into the man’s eyes, two pieces of shining coal that burned through all his defenses.

  All of a sudden, that delicious cock was pulled out of his mouth again, and the man squeezed his hand over David’s jaw, gasping as he leaned down to look into his eyes. “I don’t think you want it enough. You’re being sloppy.”

  “N-no! I want it,” David said breathlessly, and squeezed his fingers on the biker’s T-shirt. This wasn’t some dream, was it? The man couldn’t go away now. Not just yet. David wanted… needed to taste him.

  “Then beg. Say ‘Please, Raja, I want you to fuck my mouth and come down my throat’,” he whispered, and in his deep voice even something so obscene sounded smooth and lovely.

  For a moment, David froze, unable to breathe, unable to think, completely disarmed. He’d been such a good boy up until now. Had he really done a bad job? He finally took a gulp of air and reached out to the man with his other hand.

  Raja. What a beautiful name. It would haunt David’s dreams forever.

  “Please, Raja, I want you to f—” David bit his lips. He couldn’t use words like that. Was that really what he wanted? Was that how Raja would call what they were doing? This torment was beyond bearable.

  Raja hummed with laughter and pushed two fingers into David’s mouth. “Really? You’re sucking my dick, and you’re afraid to say fuck? Say it. Say it right now,” he whispered and gently slapped David’s cheek.

  Even Raja’s fingers tasted delicious. David could come just sucking on them. Truth be told, he could come just thinking about Raja’s cock. “Fuck,” he whispered, sure that the heaven would fall upon him now, but in fact, nothing like that happened. He clenched his other hand on Raja’s T-shirt. “I want you to fuck my mouth. Please.” He’d fallen so low.

  “Good boy. Look at that wet, slutty mouth, my cock will fit right in,” muttered Raja, pulling David’s lips apart with his fingers. “Here it comes,” he uttered, and this time, David could hear strain in his voice.

  The thrusts that followed were fast, violent, made David moan and gag. More tears spilled down his cheeks from the sheer intensity of that hard cock fucking his mouth as if it were meant for this purpose. David clenched his hands on the T-shirt, embarrassed over how much he enjoyed the sheer strength with which Raja held his hair. And he wasn’t slutty. He’d never done anything like this, yet the illicit word still sent a zing of arousal down his body.

  Raja’s hand twisted in his hair, and the thick cock twitched, spilling a jet of heat straight on David’s tongue, only to smear it all around his mouth with yet another thrust. The cum tasted salty, yet also strangely bitter. He’d never dared to try his own sperm, so he wasn’t sure if they were comparable, but despite it not being pleasant in taste, David couldn’t get enough simply because it came from that vision of a man. David lifted Raja’s T-shirt slightly to have a better look at the muscular stomach covered with a tangle of colorful tattoos.

  He was confused when Raja pulled his cock out all too quickly, and one last dribble of sperm spilled over David’s lips and chin.

  Raja held on to David, breathing through his plump lips. “Damn, that’s one eager little bitch. I bet you want to come too,” he said, pulling David up.

  David swallowed, soft-kneed and completely off balance. It was true. He was too eager for this, and his body defied every law made by God. All he could think of now was having this man touch him, Raja’s musky scent, and how the beard would feel against his skin.

  “Yes,” David whispered, and brushed his wet lips with his hand, getting it sticky.

  Raja gave him a sheepish grin, only to spin David around and push him toward the big pristine mirror mounted on one of the walls. It was a shock to see himself so completely out of order, without the tie, with hair in complete disarray, flushed, with reddened lips, and a mixture of spit and cum around his mouth. He was a picture of debauchery, and yet, when Raja pushed against him and smiled at him in the mirror, all David could think of was pleasing that man. It was almost as if it was his hidden nature that only now had been allowed to blossom.

  Raja didn’t waste any time. He unzipped David’s pants, and that was enough pressure to push a moan past David’s lips, even before that impossibly warm hand squeezed around his dick and pumped. Before Raja trailed his tongue up David’s neck and all over his ear. Before the thick beard sent little needles of sensation all over his body.

  “Oh my God,” David uttered, instantly embarrassed by the blasphemy, but those thick fingers, so different than his around his cock, were like heaven, and just a few seconds later, he came with a long moan, thrusting his hips against the hand and pushing his ass against Raja’s exposed cock. His mind became pure white, with room for nothing but his orgasm.

  Raja’s beard was tickling him, and smooth teeth kneaded David’s earlobe as the biker held him through the climax, whispering obscenities that David couldn’t remember. He was possessed, and when Raja’s heat finally drew back, he felt the loss immediately.

  He had to put his hand on the wall for balance and could still remember how the beard felt coarse and soft all at once. David licked his lips, and Raja’s ta
ste was still on them. His body was overwhelmed, and he wanted to both close his eyes to rest, and keep them open to watch Raja. It took a long moment, but looking in the mirror sobered David enough to push his softened cock back into his pants.

  Raja had already buckled up his belt and was now watching David with a sly smile on his lips. There were still creases where David had clung to Raja’s T-shirt, and David couldn’t comprehend everything that had just happened. He was still elated yet so deeply ashamed of the things he’d said. He actually said the F-word out loud. This was bad. All of this was bad. From the evidence of his sperm on the mirror to Raja’s cum on his hand and face.

  But then he noticed the worst of it all. There was cum on his purity ring.

  He was so deeply disturbed that he didn’t notice Raja approaching until the warm hands were back on David’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt, as if to let out all the heat gathered underneath the fabric. And there was a lot of it. If it were winter, there would probably be steam coming off him.

  “I… I mean…” David had no idea what he meant anymore. Everything was upside down and inside out.

  Raja looked up at him briefly and opened a black marker, smirking. “Yeah?” he asked and drew a circle around David’s nipple, creating an oval mark.

  David’s lips parted and he looked down, so completely confused that he needed a new word to describe his state. “I don’t usually… like, I don’t at all…” He glanced back up into the most handsome face he’d ever seen. All that hair on it only added to Raja’s masculinity. Nothing like his ex-school friends, who were only barely beginning to shave.

  Raja finished writing a string of numbers across David’s chest and dropped the marker to the floor, his gaze penetrating deep into David’s mind. “You will if you call me on that number, sweet cheeks,” he whispered and caressed David’s face gently. He was smiling, and while he’d said such horrible things earlier, there was no trace of that kind of aggression in him now.