Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : D. J. Manly
Word Count :19574
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : #
Heat Level :
- Product Code: 978-1-55487-894-9
True Love can sometimes hide in a place you'd never think to look
When Oliver’s mother marries a man from Montreal, Oliver leaves Toronto in order to be there for his mother. He is surprised and just a little concerned when his lover tells him he is making the right decision in moving away. When he meets Andre, the prodigal son of the man his mother marries, Oliver is preoccupied by the fact that his lover hasn’t contacted him since he left. As the two young men stay under the same roof while their parents are on an extended honeymoon, Oliver and Andre become fast friends. When Oliver confesses to Andre that he thinks his lover has deserted him, Andre offers to give him some lessons in the bedroom designed to lure Oliver’s lover back to his side. Will these carnal lessons lead to Oliver’s reconciliation with his Toronto lover, or take him somewhere else completely?
He was still looking down at me as I finished undoing his shirt. I tried to stop myself from trembling. I pushed his shirt aside and off his shoulders. It fell on the floor. “I’ve been longing to touch you like this, you’re so beautiful,” I told him as I ran my fingers over his shoulders, his chest, and his nipples. “All I need is some technique, right?”
Andre took a breath. “Yes,” he murmured, “all you need is technique, Oliver.” He lowered his head and I stroked his hair a little, hesitant to kiss him for some reason. This is my first time cheating on Randy. If I don’t kiss him…I mean…kissing is so intimate.
Andre narrowed his eyes.
I was a little startled when he grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to him.
“Listen, Oliver, if you want me to instruct you, then you can’t hold back. Kiss me. Kiss me as if your life depended on it, as if you might die if you didn’t.”
“As if you were Ran—”
He cut me off, cementing his mouth onto mine. I moved into his arms and opened my mouth. His thumb moved to my jaw and he tipped my head back a little, coaxing me to open my mouth even wider. His tongue curled slowly around mine and caressed it as his lips played against mine, moving and capturing, his teeth nibbling occasionally at my bottom lip. It was sexy and suggestive as was his thumb massaging the corner of my mouth. No one had ever kissed me like that before.
I clutched his waist and he took my hand and moved it down to his buttocks. “Touch me,” he urged, “really touch me as if you can’t get enough.”
I swallowed hard as his gaze met mine. I squeezed one hard, round globe and felt his erection press against my thigh.
One hand clutched my hair and pulled my head back. A shiver went down my spine when he said softly, “My tongue is just foreplay for my cock.” His hand moved down my flank and to the bulge in my jeans. He pressed his knuckles over the material that was stretched taut there, his hand still clutching my hair.
I moaned softly and he took his hand away.
“You want my cock, don’t you, Oliver?”
“I want your cock,” I hissed.
“Now show me,” he urged.
I gasped as he pressed me to my knees, my eyes now parallel with his groin.
He stroked my hair roughly as I unzipped his jeans with trembling fingers. His gaze burned into mine. My throat was dry. I pulled down his jeans. His cock already glistened with pre-cum and had escaped the opening in his black briefs. He was hard and thick, and absolutely beautiful.
He kicked his jeans away and again grabbed my hair. “Suck it,” he told me, licking his lips.
I reached forward and grasped his two hard globes, then licked the head of his cock slowly.
His fingers tightened in my hair. He pushed his briefs down and kicked them away, too. “Come on, baby. Show me what you got, Oliver.”
I looked up to see a smile on his lips. I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of him as I could while massaging his perfect balls.
After a few seconds, he pulled away, placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me farther back. “With your throat,” he told me.
“I…I can’t do that. I gag and…”
“Yes, you can. I’ll show you. First, relax.” Andre stroked my cheek gently a few moments. “Now, get some saliva in your mouth. You need lubrication.”
I sucked the head of his cock for a moment. He grinned at me. “Got it,” I told him.
“Now extend the tip of your tongue past your bottom lip. Flatten it as if a doctor was inserting a tongue depressor and do the same motion you’d do when you yawn.”
I looked at him. “Did you take lessons or something?”
He laughed. “Trust me.”
He moved closer. “Take a deep breath and let my cock slide along your tongue…if you feel the need to gag, then pause, I’ll pull out and then we’ll try it again.”