10. Chapter - Saturdays morning run
I woke up at 6. My inner clock worked again, even if I felt a bit tired. I looked at Nate, still asleep in the same position he was the night before. I loved what I saw. His face was so calm and peaceful while sleeping. I didn't want to miss a second of this weekend. Who knows how much will change Monday. If anything, I decided I would enjoy it as much as possible.
I raised the blanket a little and saw his cock swelling. I went down to it and licked its full length before engulfing it with my mouth and feeling it grow. I heard a moan above, and Nate turned to lie on his back. I continued satisfyingly licking his shaft, which had instantly started filling to a full mast. I kissed his balls, taking them in my mouth and licking each. He put his hand on my hair, brushing them back.
"Good morning Richard." He smiled lazily.
I looked at him and started sucking him. His abs moved and twitched as he moaned. I sucked and licked his cock, gripping him at the base, and started jerking it at a fast pace. He growled and grabbed my hair, thrusting his cock in me. I felt his body jerk and balls tighten under his shaft when I pushed his cock into my throat. He screamed and cried out. He was cumming. His body shook under me as a couple of volleys of his cum filled my stomach.
I came up to him and kissed his lips.
"Good morning Nathaniel." I smiled, and he hugged and rolled with me so that he came on top.
"My turn now."
"Be my guest, boy." With a wicked grin, he went down and took me to the base in about five trusts. Fucking hell, is this man for real? I sat up in shock. Is he secretly practicing somewhere, or is he just this damn talented?
He gagged but was able to compose himself and started long-dicking his fucking throat! Who the absolute fuck is this man?! I didn't last more than a few minutes and was blasting into his mouth with a loud cry.
"You gotta be kidding me, man! Where the fuck you learned that?"
"Trade secret." He winked at me.
For real?! I remember the first time he sucked me. I believed he never did it, there were occasional teeth and gagging, and even the way he was holding it was odd in some way, but this fucking head was like a professional porn actor aspires to learn to do it. How the hell did he do that?
"No, seriously, man." I lay out of breath, my dick still twitching. "I'm starting to think you lied to me about never having a dick."
He laughed and left for the bathroom. He closed the door and, after a couple of minutes, came back.
"I wasn't joking."
"I really haven't ever been with a man Richard." He said plainly.
"Bullshit," I said in a mocking tone. Nate looked at me, confused. Finally, he saw that I meant it.
"Look, I was insecure about sex my whole life. Most of my girlfriends thought I had ED. So, I learned as much as possible about sex. I practiced licking pussy as one practiced musical instruments, regularly and methodically." He grinned
"In the end, it's just skill. Once you master the basics, everything similar becomes easier. You just tweak it some way." He shrugged his shoulders as if he had just told me how to learn a new language. Damn!
"That's why you were so good at eating my ass?"
He chuckled at the compliment. He looked proud of himself.
"Well, to be honest, I specifically learned that because of one ex, she thought I would like it. And me being me, I took it very seriously to learn as much as I could. The gay sources were already more out, and thanks to the internet, I found out most on gay websites. But, if I have to say, back then, I thought of it mostly as practicing and performing. I was glad when they liked what I did, and if I made them come, I felt good. But it never excited me the way sucking your cock does for me. I feel like a whole different person when I am between your legs or having that thing inside me." He looked at my cock with nearly an appreciation. I must have smiled at that.
"Do you think she thought you may be gay?"
"If she did, she never mentioned it."
"Tell me her name and address. I feel like sending her some nice flowers," I said with a genuine smile. He laughed at that.
"Did you also research how to give a blowjob?"
"Yeah." He said it like it's the most natural thing one does.
"And you have practiced methodically?" I leaned in, ready to swallow him whole.
"Yes." He said slowly, looking into my eyes with those wicked green ones.
I would have dived on him hard if I hadn't blown just a few minutes ago. I felt excited, but my dick was a bit sensitive now after the treatment I just had and after shooting four times yesterday. It was fucking hot imagining him with that dildo of his, deep in his throat, practicing, thinking about pleasing me.
"You are fucking driven, boy."
"I tend to take my assignments seriously."
"My little achiever." I kissed him.
The morning was good. We made it out to run, eventually, even a bit later. We found a path with no people around, so we took our masks down. Enjoying the fresh chilly air. We weren't really looking where we were going and ended up in a spot with a view of the district below. We stopped, and I pointed to him a few places I could see from above here that I remembered growing up. We talked there for maybe half an hour about our childhood and fun memories from our teenage years. He was fun, and I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard. How could I think of him as a cold, strict man? I couldn't even remember now.
We just walked from then on, talking. From what I learned, we had very different experiences growing up. I was a quiet kid who grew up all proper, with the best grades and no fun, and then making up for all the experiences I missed after I moved out of there. And damn, was I compensating a lot.
On the other hand, Nate was one of those cool kids and quite wild, based on his stories.
I found out that Nate is from a nearby city, and both of his parents are still living there, they don't talk much, but he visits a couple of times every year, they probably had some issues, but I am guessing that mainly from the tone he had when he mentioned them briefly.
Nate mostly talked about his teenage times and early college years, he has had four best friends since childhood, and they haven't hung out much in the last couple of years, but they contact each other frequently. Only two are married like he is, and one is recently divorced. As far as he knows, they are straight.
"So, you've never experimented with them or jerked off together?"
He smiled at me. "I heard it's a wet dream of many gay guys imagining a couple of straight best friends jerking off together or experimenting in some way. But, no, we never even mentioned the idea. We goofed around, wrestled, and made sick jokes, but they were like brothers to me. I would run into a burning building for any of them. I never considered them in any sexual way. Even when we talked about porn, it was mainly informative than anything else."
"Shame. It would be hot to imagine you all jerking together."
