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Happy 2017!
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The following morning
The gentle resonance of Booker’s snoring sounded throughout the bedroom. Tom’s breathing fell into an unconscious rhythm with the soft, nasal rasp, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale of air. Trapped in the REM cycle of sleep, he dreamed of the life he would share with Booker, the life he knew was his destiny. He felt safe knowing the dark-haired officer was by his side, safer than he’d ever felt since becoming an adult, and it wasn’t because Dennis was an outstanding cop. It was the intensity of his lover’s devotion that cocooned him, the love lavished upon him wrapping him in a protective shroud, shielding him from the memories of his assaults. He could not remember ever feeling so loved, so unified. When he was with Booker, his world was complete. There was no denying the volatility of their relationship, but they were a good match, like peanut butter and jelly, oddly complimentary, in spite of their differing textures. He couldn’t explain it, being with Booker just felt right, and he knew he would never have found the courage to take down the Pi Taus without the dark-haired officer by his side.
As the darkness of night retreated beneath the ethereal splendor of dawn’s amber hues, Tom’s eyelids fluttered. Within minutes, the rising sun began to filter through the open window, the warm rays casting dancing sunbeams over the young officer’s upturned face. The harshness of the light immediately disrupted his slumber, and with a disgruntled moan, he threw a protective arm over his eyes. But it was too late, the damage was done, and resigned to his fate, he lowered his arm and opened his eyes.
Stifling a yawn, Tom lay on his back for several minutes while enjoying the peaceful solitude. He refused to destroy the tranquility of the moment by thinking about his recent assault. Instead, he focused on the positive aspects of his life. It had taken two months for him to reach a turning point, two long, agonizing months of indecision and heartache. His fixation on his rape had almost cost him his sanity, and with it, his future. But his mind was clearer now, and he knew he needed to keep moving forward, one wobbly step at a time until he reached his ultimate goal; sending the Pi Taus to prison. Their downfall wouldn’t eradicate the past, his assaults had happened, and nothing could change that fact. But it would give him a level of satisfaction knowing they would face the fear of rape every day of their incarceration, thus affording him some degree of closure to the worst chapter of his life. He doubted he would ever heal completely, the scars ran too deep, but he did believe he had a future, which in itself was a breakthrough of sorts.
With a contented smile, he rolled onto his side. His gaze immediately fell on Booker’s muscular chest, and he stared at the defined ridges, mesmerized by their perfection. Amused by his enthrallment, his grin widened. He had always been a boob man, irrespective of size or shape. In his mind, the ability to nurture through one’s body the life-giving milk an infant needed for survival was the defining aspect of womanhood. It was what made women unique, and he loved them for that. But a lot had changed in the last few months, and he no longer missed the soft, inviting mounds he had once so revered. He now found himself drawn to the chiseled physique of the masculine form, and Booker was a textbook Adonis. With his movie star good looks and powerful build, the dark-haired officer oozed sex appeal. That Tom was now attracted to the flat smoothness of a male chest rather than the supple curves of a woman’s breast affirmed how much he had changed. The realization had him once again questioning his sexuality. Perhaps he wasn’t bisexual after all, but one-hundred percent gay. Or maybe Booker was the only man he was attracted to, and if—God forbid—they broke up, he would go back to being heterosexual. It was a puzzling psychoanalysis of his own mind, but he didn’t let it spoil his inner peace. He had never believed in labels, he was what he was, and all he wanted was to share his life with someone he loved.
Thoughts of spending the rest of his life with the man lying beside him aroused Tom’s inner desires and leaning over, he pressed his mouth against Booker’s lower lip and lovingly sucked the enticing flesh. A rush of air tickled his skin, and suppressing a smile, he murmured a soft directive. “Wakey, wakey, Officer Booker.”
The use of his official title pulled Booker from his restful slumber and opening his eyes, he attempted to focus his bleary gaze on Tom’s smiling face.
“Morning,” Tom greeted softly, his fingers lightly brushing an errant strand of hair from his lover’s face.
A soft pout formed on the dark-haired officer’s lower lip. “I was dreaming about you and you woke me up.”
With a grin, Tom ducked his head and peppered Booker’s broad chest with tender, butterfly kisses.
“Can I make it up to you?” he teased, his lips moving lower with each tender caress.
“Mmm, Tommy kisses,” Booker breathed, his fingers entwining in Tom’s tousled hair. “My favorite kind.”
Growing bolder, Tom continued his journey, his moist lips tracing a seductive path over the rigid contours of Booker’s six-pack abs. The dark-haired officer’s spicy scent infused the air, and he breathed in the intoxicating bouquet, drawing courage from the familiarity of the masculine aroma. He could feel Booker’s erection pressing against him, teasing him, seducing him with the power of its virility. He longed to explore the hardening flesh with his mouth, to taste his lover’s sweet juices as they flowed against his tongue, but his nervousness soon got the better of him. He was a novice when it came to pleasuring men, and he feared making a complete fool of himself if he started something he couldn’t go through with. While he wanted to experience the titillating sensation of Booker’s cock gliding through his lips, he was unsure of his limitations. What if he choked or gagged? Or worse, what if he threw up? The terrifying thoughts soon overpowered his senses, and he paused mid-kiss, his muscles locked with panic, his mind too frozen to proceed. His lips trembled against Booker’s taut flesh and closing his eyes he attempted to dispel the distressing images destroying his confidence. But a little voice inside his head played on his insecurities, persistently telling him he was an idiot to think he could ever pleasure a sexually experienced man like Dennis Booker, and if he tried, he would most certainly disappoint.
“Tommy?” Booker queried in a soft voice. He had hoped his lover would pleasure him with a handjob, but it appeared Tom was having second thoughts.
Unable to ignore the quietly spoken appeal, Tom lifted his head, and opening his eyes, his gaze fixed on Booker’s handsome face. He knew he needed to explain himself and a flash of embarrassment brightened his eyes. “I was thinking… I mean… I wanted to try… but I don’t know if I’ll be able to...”
Overcome with the humility of his ineptitude, Tom’s cheeks glowed pink, and he quickly lowered his gaze. “Shit,” he muttered, his fingers working furiously over his upper lip. “I completely screwed this up.”
Elated and amused in equal measures, Booker found Tom’s nervous bashfulness so adorable, he almost burst out laughing. But he caught himself just in time. His lover was attempting to initiate sex (albeit in an awkward, boyish kind of way), which was a huge step after what had occurred the previous night. He longed to take him in his arms and kiss his perfect bow-shaped lips but watching him squirm was too delightful. The blushing pink hue highlighting Tom’s cheekbones coupled with his shy smile made him weak at the knees, and he could feel his cock lengthening. But the sympathetic ache in his heart soon won over, and with a regretful sigh, he decided to put his lover out of his misery. “Do you want me to suck you, baby? Is that what you want?”
Tom’s blush deepened, and throwing caution to the wind, he gave a coy shake of his head. “That’s not what I meant. I thought… well, I dunno… I thought maybe this time I could… you know… suck you.”
The revelation was not what Booker expected, and his eyes grew wide with surprise. “Tommy, I… are you… oh God… are you sure?”
Although not exactly the response he had hoped for, Tom’s head nodded frantically, and when he found his voice, his words tripped over his lips in their anxiety to be free. “Y-Yes, I mean, I-I want to try, but I m-might not be any good so—”
“Oh, baby,” Booker reassured and reaching out a hand, he tenderly cupped Tom’s face in his palm. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. If you don’t feel ready—”
“But I am,” Tom interjected in a rush of words. “I-I just don’t know if you’re gonna like it.”
Once again, Booker’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? Just looking at you makes me horny. Having your mouth wrapped around my cock is gonna blow my mind.”
A nervous laugh escaped from between Tom’s lips. “That’s kinda what I’m afraid of.”
Sympathy softened Booker’s expression. He remembered too well the first time a man had ejaculated in his mouth. He was sixteen years old and still coming to terms with his sexuality.
When the first spurt of warm, salty fluid had coated his tongue, his gag reflex had kicked in, and he’d instinctively jerked away. But before he could spit it out, the second, third, and fourth eruption had covered his lips in thick, creamy semen. If that wasn’t mortifying enough, the high school jock’s reaction had almost been his undoing. The senior had laughed hysterically before zipping up his pants and walking away, leaving Booker to suffer alone with the indignity of his humiliation. After his horrifying introduction to oral sex, he had abstained until his first serious relationship, and through the gentle coaching of an older, more experienced man, he had come to appreciate the eroticism of the act. He now relished the sensation of warm semen filling his mouth, but he understood the hesitancy in Tom’s willingness to please. For most men, fellatio was an incredibly intimate experience, and he hoped Tom’s first time wouldn’t mirror his own disastrous encounter. He wanted his lover to enjoy the event as much as he knew he would, and therefore, he vowed to take on the role of mentor, just as his lover had done all those years ago.
With his mind made up, he lovingly stroked Tom’s cheek with the pad of his thumb. “The first time’s always the hardest, but if you really want to do this, I promise I’ll warn you before I come, and that’ll give you a chance to pull away. But pull right away ‘cause… well… just trust me, okay?”
It took a moment for the meaning of Booker’s words to sink in, but when the cryptic message became clear, Tom’s eyes grew wide with alarm. “Oh… um… oh God.”
Booker suppressed a disappointed sigh. It was evident by the horrified look on his lover’s face that Tom wasn’t ready to engage in such an intimate sexual act and although somewhat frustrated, he was determined not to make a big deal out of his change of heart. “It’s okay, baby,” he reassured with a smile. “Maybe another time.”
Relief relaxed Tom’s facial muscles, and he returned a half smile. But when he caught sight of the wistful look in Booker’s eyes, he felt like a prick tease. He’d given his lover false hope by implying their relationship was moving toward a more mutually beneficial arrangement, but at the last moment, he’d chickened out, leaving the dark-haired officer wanting. After everything he and Booker had been through, he wanted their lives together to move forward and the only way he could perceive that happening was to prove his love. Deep down, he knew he was ready for the next step, but he’d allowed his anxiety to convince him otherwise. He was man enough to admit he was nervous, but he was tired of living in fear. Despite their propensity for passionate outbursts, he knew in his heart their love was the real deal, and he wanted to express it physically as well as emotionally. Love wasn’t always easy, it required dedication, sacrifice, and above all, commitment. And he was committed, one-hundred percent committed, and the time had come to show Booker his devotion.
When Tom remained silent, Booker pushed all thoughts of sex from his mind and relaxing back against his pillow, he closed his eyes. “Don’t feel bad,” he consoled with a sigh. “We’ve got our whole lives to— Whoa!”
The dark-haired officer sat up with a start, his expression registering surprise. Stunned, he stared open-mouthed at the unexpected vision of Tom lightly mouthing over his boxer-clad erection. “Tommy, you don’t have—”
“Shhh,” Tom murmured against the hardening flesh beneath his lips. “I want to. So lie back and enjoy the ride.”
There was a noticeable quiver in the young officer’s voice, an undeniable trace of anxiety, but Booker ignored it. He wanted it… no, he needed it, and falling back against his pillow, he concentrated on the delightful sensation of Tom’s lips massaging his growing erection. When a warm hand liberated him from the confines of his boxers, he inhaled a sharp hiss through his teeth. Without realizing it, he held his breath, his trembling body waiting in eager anticipation for what he knew would be an explosive moment in time. In his dreams, he had visualized the moment Tom’s lips first made contact with his cock, but the reality was far more erotic than even he had imagined. When moist lips lightly pressed against his cockhead, he thought he would blow his load there and then, and it took all his willpower not to ram his shaft deep inside Tom’s warm, inviting mouth. Another hiss escaped his lips, and tangling his fingers in Tom’s sleep-mussed hair, he gasped his encouragement in a low, husky pant. “That’s it, baby. Kiss it… kiss it again.”
A moment of panic constricted Tom’s chest, the rapid thump, thump, thump, of his heart sounding in his ears, the sonorous beat confusing his senses. It was then the reality of the situation hit him like a fist to the face. Even though he and Booker had fooled around, including him giving his lover a handjob, nothing had prepared him for the moment when his lips touched another man’s cock. Perspiration prickled his skin, the cool morning breeze wafting through the window raising the fine hairs on the back of his neck, and he shivered involuntarily. The reality of the situation hit him hard, but there was no turning back. Their amorous play had progressed too far, the scent of sex now as discernible as the heavy beat of his heart, and he knew he needed to keep going or risk hurting his lover’s feelings.
With his mind made up, he pursed his lips and pressed them against Booker’s smooth, spongy cockhead. A low moan sounded from above, and swallowing down his fear, he swirled his tongue over the tip. A burst of pre-cum bubbled over his taste buds, the mild, saliferous flavor unlike anything he’d experienced before. He grimaced as the unfamiliar taste danced over his tongue, but he soon realized it wasn’t too unpleasant and he found his confidence growing. Maybe giving head wouldn’t be as bad as he first thought.
Emboldened, Tom lightly grasped Booker’s testicles, and with a tentative hand, he gave a gentle tug. He was rewarded with another moan and he smiled against the creamy flesh beneath his lips. It had been a long time since he’d had complete control over another person’s sexual pleasure, and he started to believe he could be the lover Booker deserved. Not that he claimed to have half the skill Booker possessed when it came to effecting an orgasm in a male partner, but in time he would learn.
An affectionate hand stroked over the top of his head. “Are you okay, baby?” a voice whispered from beyond the realm of Tom’s thoughts. “Do you wanna stop?”
The tender concern in his lover’s voice sent a rush of love through Tom’s heavily beating heart. Despite his obvious sexual arousal, Booker had given him an out, and knowing he cared enough to stop their amorous play dramatically increased the affection Tom felt for the dark-haired officer. As if by magic, all his remaining fear and doubt disappeared, and before he could change his mind, he took Booker into his mouth and ran his lips up the length of his shaft.
Caught by surprise, Booker’s hips shot forward, the titillating contact sending a bolt of pleasure through his quivering body. “Ohhh,” he groaned, his fingers working their way through Tom’s luscious hair. “Oh, Tommy.”
Another burst of pre-cum coated Tom’s tongue, but this time he was prepared. He continued his oral exploration of Booker’s thick, rigid shaft; sucking, licking, devouring each pearly droplet leaking from the tip with a renewed vigor. As he began to relax, his cock began to respond to the tactile sensation stimulating his tongue. Reaching down, he ran the tips of his fingers over his swollen shaft, the erotic sensitivity of his touch forcing a loud moan from deep within his throat. The soft vibration pulsated over Booker’s cockhead, sending a full-body tremor down the dark-haired officer’s spine, and his toes curled in response. “Yes,” he moaned, his breath exhaling in short, measured pants. “Like that, baby. Just like that.”
Tom’s moist lips continued to glide over Booker’s shaft, his oral massage bringing Booker closer to orgasm with each erogenous caress. It felt strange knowing he had a man’s cock in his mouth, but it certainly wasn’t the worst experience of his life. However, it also wasn’t the most pleasant, and he began to appreciate why most of his former girlfriends had given less than enthusiastic performances. Booker was the exception, he appeared to relish the act, and that made Tom all the more determined to continue. He loved Dennis, and he at least wanted to try to pleasure him with the same level of passion.
“Baby, I’m close,” Booker warned in a breathless voice, his hands attempting to push Tom away.
The salty flavor coating Tom’s tongue intensified, but he ignored his lover’s warning and remembering Booker’s trademark maneuver, he pressed his lips tightly against the hard shaft filling his mouth and began to hum.
The unexpected vibration pulsating against Booker’s sensitive cockhead had the desired effect. Unable to control his impending orgasm, the dark-haired officer’s hips shot forward, his garbled cry filling the small room. “TommeeenoooahhhjeeesUUUS!”
Warm semen flooded the back of Tom’s throat, and screwing his eyes closed, he struggled not to gag. Embarrassed, he forced himself to swallow, and as the thick, salty fluid slid down his throat, a shiver of revulsion ran down the length of his spine. But as his saliva absorbed the saliferous flavor, there was a strange familiarity he couldn’t explain, a Bookerish familiarity fueling his arousal, and with two quick strokes of his penis, he ejaculated.
When a gentle hand stroked his hair, Tom released Booker’s softening cock from between his lips, and with one final gulp, he swallowed the remaining semen coating his tongue.
One desperately spoken word conveyed the depth of Booker’s concern. “Baby?”
Tom remained silent, his head bowed over Booker’s dwindling erection, his chest heaving with sharp, jagged breaths. With his eyes closed, his mind focused on the post-climactic calm rolling over his sated flesh. The salty tang skipping over his taste buds had diminished, leaving behind a spicy aftertaste and he swallowed deeply, scrutinizing the flavor. The taste of semen wasn’t exactly to his liking, but he figured it was an acquired taste, and he’d get used to it over time. Maybe he’d even learn to appreciate it in the same way Booker did. Either way, he was eager to try again. Practice made perfect, and once he honed his skills, he’d be able to bestow upon his lover the sexual pleasure he so richly deserved.
Eventually, Booker’s soft voice reached his ears. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” the dark-haired officer murmured, his hand gently tugging at the sweaty strands of hair at the nape of Tom’s neck. “I tried to warn you.”
Lifting his head, Tom crawled up the bed and flopping down next to Booker, his lips tilted into a smile. “I heard you.”
An expression of surprise passed over Booker’s face. “Why didn’t you pull away?”
With a sigh, Tom snuggled in close to his lover’s warm body. “I wanted to taste you,” he replied quietly.
“And?”
Not wanting to offend, Tom traced a light finger over Booker’s chest in the hope of distracting him. “I dunno. It was… different.”
Pushing up onto one elbow, Booker stared down at his lover, a deep frown furrowing his brow. “Different as in bad?” he asked in a strained voice.
Tom rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, his post-climactic calm now nothing more than a distant memory. “No, not bad… just different.”
Booker flopped back down on the mattress and mirroring Tom’s position, he exhaled a disappointed sigh. “You hated it.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Tom murmured, and hoping to appease his lover, he wrapped an arm around his waist and pecked his cheek. “It was just… kinda weird. And I know I wasn’t very good, but just so you know, I’m happy to try again.”
Turning his head, Booker stared into Tom’s chocolate brown eyes. “Really?” he asked, unable to disguise the hopeful edge in his voice. Being his first time, he knew the young officer had struggled, but he didn’t want him to abandon the idea altogether. Variety was the spice of life, and oral sex was an integral part of any relationship. Therefore, he hoped one day, Tom would learn to enjoy it just as much as he did.
“Really,” Tom smiled, and snuggling into the crook of Booker’s neck, he closed his eyes.
Pleased, Booker kissed Tom’s sweet, bowed lips before whispering a loving message in his ear. “And just for the record, it wasn’t bad, it was fucking fantastic.”
A contented grin graced Tom’s lips. He’d survived his first blowjob without making a fool of himself, thereby adding a new dimension to their relationship, and he couldn’t be happier.
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