Chapter 4

Doug

My heart started pounding as I looked down at Ste. He remained on his knees in front of me, staring at the bulge in the crotch of my trousers. He looked up at me quickly, as if searching for permission to continue. All I could do was stare back down at him, wide eyed. I couldn't speak. In fact, apart from leaning back against the wall behind me for some desperately needed support, I think I froze. Ste didn't freeze though. I watched as he expertly undid the button and zipper of my trousers and pulled them down. He barely paused to look at my now erect dick before leaning in and taking my balls into his mouth. I gasped as he gently sucked on them.

"Oh god… Ste!" Apparently, I found my voice again, because words and sounds started escaping from behind my lips without any forethought or control on my part. "…that feels so good… damn…"

Ste shifted his attention from my balls to my dick. He grasped it and licked from base to tip… then sucked its entire throbbing hardness into his warm wet mouth.

"Oh fuck! Ste!"

With a hand on each of my hips, he began moving his mouth up and down my dick. I looked at those full lips of his that just moments before were kissing my own and now were wrapped around my cock – they were swollen, red, and wet and sending tingles from my cock through the rest of my body… I found myself thrusting my hips just a bit so my dick would go deeper, if that was even possible – it felt pretty damn deep already… Ste didn't gag, never even flinched… And me, I was about to burst…

"Ste, I … I think I'm gonna… gonna cum…" The words came out in a breathless but urgent whisper. I felt a bit freaked out, I won't lie. Here I was with my dick buried balls deep in a guy's mouth… not just any guy – sweet, gorgeous, funny Ste Hay… and I felt like I was going to explode. Ste didn't take his mouth off my dick though. I wasn't sure if he'd heard me. "I … gonna… cu… cum…" His mouth remained firmly in place. I felt a finger press at the skin just behind my balls… amazing sensation! I felt his tongue against the underside of my dick… felt the tip of my dick hit the back of his throat… I let out a load and sustained gasp… and exploded… right inside his eager mouth… And Ste, he… swallowed... When he finally released my cock, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand while gazing up at me.

All I'd done was stand there, Ste did all the work. And yet, I felt spent. I let out a grunt, like some Neanderthal or something, as I was incapable of anything even remotely more eloquent. My legs felt like jello so, after pulling my pants up, I shuffled a step sideways to a low stepstool nearby and collapsed onto it to catch my breath. Ste, still on his knees, shuffled so that he was in front of me, sitting back on his heels. After a couple of moments during which the only sound was our breathing, it occurred to me that maybe I ought to… reciprocate…

"Do you want me to… uh…" I didn't know how to finish the sentence. What was I supposed to do now? I'd never been with a guy before. Was I supposed to reciprocate with a blow job right then and there? The mere thought made me blush and mentally wither – first, because I'd never sucked a dick before and second, because Ste had just given me the most mind blowing blow job ever and there was no way I could even come close to skills like he obviously possessed. Did Ste want to do something else next to get off? That prospect didn't reassure me because I wondered what that something else might be.

It felt like an eternity before Ste said something, even though it was probably just a few seconds. He was flushed. He squeezed my thighs and then took his hands off of me slowly. "No, Doug… just… just watch…" He spoke so quietly I barely heard him.

And then, much to my surprise, he lied down on the floor directly in front of me, at my feet. It was pretty obvious pretty quick that he was, at that moment, a man on a mission. He rubbed and squeezed the bulge between his legs, clearly visible through his jeans. After a needy groan, he hastily undid his jeans and pushed them and his trousers down to his knees. That's when I saw Ste's cock for the first time. For such a slight guy, he had quite a substantial package on him and at that moment it was stood at attention. Ste wasted no time, grabbing hold of his erect dick with one hand and his balls with the other.

From where I was perched on the stool, I had a perfect, close, head to toe view of Ste and I took full advantage of that, letting my eyes wander across his beautiful body. Beads of sweet had appeared on his forehead and neck. He sat up just enough to pull his T-shirt off and then returned to lying on his back. With his torso now exposed, I was able to admire the flexing of the muscles in his arms and chest as his hands worked his dick and balls. The hand that had been caressing his balls traveled up to his firm and slender waist. He squeezed his side and let out a series of grunts. Then the hand continued its journey upward to his smooth chest, where it rubbed from one side to the other, pausing on each nipple to massage lightly. He slipped two fingers into his mouth to wet them, then brought them to one nipple, squeezing and tugging it between them and leaving it hard - I realized at that moment that I had slipped my own hand up under my shirt and was mirroring Ste's actions on my own chest and nipples. After doing the same with the other nipple, his hand then ran over his forehead and through his hair as his brow furrowed, as if in deep concentration. Licking his lips, he returned his hand down to his crotch where it joined the other hand wrapped around his dick. The moans and groans escaping his mouth were hot and heavy as he continued to work his hands up and down his dick. His entire body was clearly aroused. At points, his back arched off the floor and he threw his head back. At other points, his back seemed to push back down into the floor with force, while his head lolled from one side to the other. He was really goin' to town on his dick! And me, well, I couldn't take my eyes off this amazing sight. I never knew I was so hungry to see this… but obviously I was – my eyes actually stung a bit because I wasn't blinking nearly as often as I should have been!

With the series of earnest and uninhibited sounds Ste was making, I had thought at various points that he was about to cum… but then he would just keep right on working his dick. I was perched on the edge of my little stepstool seat, in danger of toppling right off of it and landing atop Ste. I wanted to be more than a mere spectator to this orgasmic moment, but something held me back – maybe the fact that Ste was doing a damn great job of pleasuring himself and I didn't want to do anything to mess that up… maybe because being with a guy, like this, was totally new for me and I felt decidedly unsure, inexperienced… What I finally did manage to do was lean down a bit and place one of my hands on one of Ste's ankles. Maybe that doesn't seem like much, but to me it felt like a lot. With that contact I could add to the sights, sounds, and smells of the moment the rhythms – I could feel, through Ste's ankle, the vibrations of his entire body as he neared climax. His hand picked up pace on his dick. His breathing quickened and I could see his chest rising and falling. His moans grew loader. He was practically writhing under his own touch. He looked my way, but I could tell he couldn't keep his eyes focused and he was struggling to even keep them open at that point. He licked his lips, bit his lower lip… and with brow furrowed and eyes squeezed shut, he let out the most deliciously erotic cry I'd ever heard and, as his entire body shuddered, simultaneously cam all over his hands, stomach, and chest.

Ste remained there, as he was, for a magical moment in which time seemed to stand still. It seemed almost as if he had been transported to some other world, like he was no longer a mere flesh and bones human being lying on the floor of a little deli kitchen. Post orgasm, he positively glowed and the air around him seemed to shimmer.

Eventually, that moment ended. I felt Ste return to earth, return to the here and now, as he broke the silence in the room and spoke.

"Oi, give us a hand then." He glanced languidly over at some napkins on the countertop then back down at the copious cloudy cum covering his torso.

"Right!" I jumped up, grabbed the napkins, then knelt beside Ste and wiped him off. Before I'd gotten everything, he dipped one of his fingers into his own spunk, inserted the finger in his mouth, and sucked it clean.

"Doug!" Ste let out a laugh, "Your eyes look 'bought ready to pop outta your head! It's not bad at all, ya know. Try." With that, Ste dipped his finger into what remained of the cum on his waist and then brought the finger to my mouth, trailing it gently across my bottom lip. "Go on, taste."

Who knew it was possible for a tongue, of all things, to be nervous, but mine was! Nevertheless, I licked my bottom lip… and tasted Ste. Turns out, Ste's cum was as wonderful as everything else about him.

Once Ste was cleaned up, I sat back down on the stool and watched as he zipped himself up, pulled his shirt back on, and carefully disposed of all the used napkins. He then turned his attention back to me, kneeling in front of me as I sat so that he could look directly into my eyes.

"You okay, Doug?"

"Great, actually."

"It's just, you did say this mornin' that we should take things slow… and, um… maybe we shouldn't 'ave… er, maybe I shouln't 'ave…" Ste's eyes were no longer looking at my face. He seemed to be staring into my chest. Was he avoiding eye contact, getting shy, after all that?

"Ste?"

He looked up at me from below those lashes of his and I detected a flash of worry cross his face before he ducked his chin down, focusing again on my chest.

"Ste…" I gently lifted his chin up so we could look at each other. I was feeling plenty bashful myself at that moment, but something needed to be said – to be precise, the phrase that had been running through my head for most of the evening needed to be spoken. "You are absolutely amazing, Ste, in every way." Not eloquent, but honest. He grinned a bit and pulled himself up just enough to give me a peck on the lips.

It was at that point that my mobile rang. I ignored it, of course, choosing instead to pull Ste into a deeper kiss and then an embrace.

"You do realize that you just cleared away any lingering doubt I might have had about whether or not I'm gay?"

"Is that right?"

Ste grinned and I was reminded that for weeks now I had been having this internal dialogue with myself in which I would say that anyone, male or female, gay or straight, would be drawn and attracted to Ste Hay, that he had a smile that could light up an entire room, a beauty about him that everyone could appreciate, and an energy that must surely make anyone feel a surge of excitement and desire in his presence.

All that might be true, but after tonight, I knew that no woman could ever make me feel the way Ste just had. I still found it difficult to imagine being attracted to other men besides Ste, but what I felt for Ste confirmed that I was, without a doubt, a gay man.

My mobile sounded again.

"You gonna answer that?"

I groaned and gave Ste a cheeky grin. "There are so many other things I would rather do right now than answer this phone."

Ste laughed and sat back onto the blankets on the floor. "No, no. If somebody's tryin' to reach you at this late hour, it might be important."

With a sigh, I pulled out my mobile… Brendan. Talk about bad – and creepy – timing. Not only had I just ignored two calls from him, but I noticed that he'd sent a few text messages earlier in the evening. Another one came in at that very moment.

Doug. Get your ass over to my office NOW. Don't make me HUNT YOU DOWN.

"Everything alright?" Ste asked from where he sat looking at me.

"Yeah… but, uh, I should probably go deal with this… I hate to leave now, ya know… Don't be mad…" I hoped he wouldn't ask what "this" was. Fortunately, he didn't.

"Course not. You go on. I'll just tidy up this place a bit… and maybe tidy meself up a bit as well… before I head back to the flat." He laughed softly as he ran a hand through his tousled hair and looked down at his rumbled shirt. "I'm knackered anyway, me. Could sleep all day…"

I leaned down and kissed him. "Sure you're good to get home on your own?"

"I'll be fine, Doug. You go on."

With that, I headed out of the deli. Once on the street, I was quickly overcome with feelings of anxiety and dread. What did Brendan Brady want now?