Curtis groaned his approval, and the shiver went all the way up Nate’s cock, making his balls tighten from the excitement. Nate had to take a deep breath not to come on the spot, but when Curtis leaned forward and allowed Nate’s cock to go deeper into his throat, no amount of slow inhales would have helped.
Nate came so hard he saw white under his eyelids, gripping Curtis’s hair and moaning helplessly. He wasn’t sliding down the wall, just because Curtis held him by the ass.
Nate took a couple of deep breaths before he could speak, and he leaned forward, both exhausted and turned on even more than he had been before. He had tunnel vision now, and in need of tasting his cum on Curtis’s lips, he bent forward, to kiss the smiling mouth. “You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met,” he said between kisses, licking along his partner’s tongue until he could taste his own flavor on him.
It was happening. He was having sex. All that he’d fantasized about was becoming reality.
“In love already?” Curtis teased, tilting back to the floor and pulling Nate with him. “At this rate, you’re gonna pop the question after I drill my cock into your tight little ass.”
Nate knew it was only teasing, but if the rush of emotion and need he experienced was what love felt like, then he wanted to feel it all the time, every day, forever. He gave a frantic nod, straddling Curtis’s firm body and continuing with his hungry kiss. Shivers danced all over his skin, and each time this adult hot man responded to him by arching and stirring, it was like wedding bells ringing in Nate’s head.
A cock in his ass.
A cock in his ass. How could something so illicit and nasty sound so exciting? He was a bad, rotten boy, but he wasn’t about to stop nature from taking its course. “Can I see it first?”
Curtis grinned and gave Nate’s ass a surprising slap. “Hell yes you can.” He sat up and pulled off his T-shirt, revealing all the inked flesh Nate wanted to kiss, touch and learn by heart. He gave Nate another kiss before they rose.
Nate had seen attractive men. None as hot as Curtis, but this wasn’t just about watching. He was allowed to touch the strong back and admire all the muscle with his hands. He never wanted to leave this room.
He wasn’t short, but Curtis was still taller, and pushing under his muscular arm gave Nate a tingle of satisfaction. “What do you want to do to me?” he whispered, sliding his arms around the sturdy chest, so close to Curtis he could smell the fresh cologne he wore, as well as the undercurrent of his natural musk and leather.
Curtis leaned down and lapped at Nate’s lips. “You’ll suck my cock. You’ll be gagging on it when I fuck your mouth. It’ll be hot and stiff when I pop your cherry.”
Nate’s balls, which had just been emptied, tingled, making him stumble and hang more of his weight on Curtis. Gagging on a cock. Could he do that? Would he like it or hate it? There was only one way to find out.
He swallowed hard and put his hand on Curtis’s crotch, longing to get his first feel of the stiff length. It didn’t disappoint.
Curtis licked along Nate’s ear. “Go on,” he whispered. “Touch it. It’s rock hard for you.”
Nate grinned, encouraged by Curtis’s openness. He’d expected the man to be more forceful about his own needs, but Nate already felt so much more at ease. “I bet you say that to all the guys,” he said, squeezing Curtis’s crotch before touching the buckle again. He was somewhat clumsy about it, but in the end, the belt opened, and Nate went on to unzipping the jeans, his head pulsing with arousal.
Curtis grabbed Nate’s fingers and guided his hand into his pants with a groan of satisfaction. “Only the really pretty ones.” He winked, the most handsome rogue, with the wide smile and hair scattered everywhere.
Nate’s mind sparkled. Curtis thought he was good-looking!
Perhaps it didn’t matter so much, since they would only get this one time together before parting ways, but knowing the attraction was mutual still filled Nate with joy. He shivered at the burning heat inside Curtis’s pants, but he was no longer hesitant and dove straight into the underwear. The damp tip of the cockhead kissed the middle of his palm, and Nate squeezed it in appreciation while offering Curtis a wide grin. His own cock was stirring back to life already, and the simple hotel room had turned into a place of great significance, full of wonders and secrets for him to uncover.
Only now did he notice that Curtis did have a guitar. Its case lay right there next to a backpack. Was it possible that their connection would be more than physical attraction? Did Curtis really think his voice and skill at playing were good?