At Long Last

just did what he liked when his own cock was sucked. Scotty was a guy, so it had to feel pretty much the same to him. He worked up and down the shaft for a while before temporarily pulling it out so he could tug Scott's balls into his mouth.
    "Oh, my God," Scott moaned, bucking against him.
    Preston returned to Scott's cock, running his tongue along the slit and around the tip, before swallowing it farther down. He re-inserted two fingers in Scott's ass. His own cock was painfully hard and pushed against the bed.
    "Pres, I'm going to come." Scott tensed and groaned, warm cum hitting the back of Preston's throat. He started to gag, and he quickly released Scott's cock.
    Scott grabbed the pillow and buried his face in it, his body shaking. Preston stared at the beauty of his orgasm, watching the other man's skin flush. He couldn't stay still long though; his cock twitched, reminding him he needed release himself.
    He lifted Scotty's legs and slowly pushed in to his entrance. It wasn't going to take long. He'd almost come just from the other man's orgasm. He pulled the pillow out of Scott's hands so he could look at him while he fucked him.
    The plain truth was sex with Scott was the best he'd ever had. The idea he might prefer men just a little had begun to form in the back of his mind. He wouldn't let it fully out. He couldn't wrap his mind around it just yet. But he knew he very much liked being with this man here.
    He slammed into Scotty, pounding him, going as deep as possible. The way his ass muscles squeezed Preston's cock was mind-blowing. He wished he could thrust into him all night, experiencing the thrill of their being joined like this, but his cock would not be denied. The orgasm couldn't be held back no matter how much he might like to make it last longer.
    "Yes," he ground out, his balls tightening and his cock twitching as he came, his fingers digging perhaps just a bit too hard in Scott's flesh.
    When at last the waves of excruciating pleasure had subsided, Preston withdrew and discarded the condom. He pulled Scott close to him, pushing the man's head down on his chest.
    "Sorry," Scott murmured.
    "For what?"
    "Coming in your mouth. Should have warned you sooner."
    Preston shook his head. "I wanted you to. I'm just not used to it. Just need to practice."
    "Not now. I'm too--"
    "Tired. Yes, I know. Go to sleep."

    * * * *
    Sunday morning came far too soon for Scotty. Saturday spent with Preston had been an amazing day. One of the best he'd ever had.
    By silent mutual agreement they didn't discuss what happened Friday afternoon. Saturday they went sailing, went to see Hearst Castle, and fed wildlife. Just spent the day having fun and relaxing.
    Preston still refused to show any affection in public, but Scotty was okay with that. He didn't expect to kiss publicly or anything himself, so if Preston didn't want to hold hands, he could accept it. He'd had too good a time to make a big deal out of it.
    They finished paying their breakfast bill at a local restaurant and went to walk outside.
    "Hey, I'm going to make a quick bathroom stop," Preston said.
    "Okay, I'll wait outside." Scotty walked out and pulled out his cell phone. The morning was cool and overcast with traces of misty fog still hanging around parts of the city. He'd had his cell off most of the weekend, but decided to check his messages. He'd just about finished the last one when his cell rang. He glanced at the number and sighed.
    "Good morning, Jack."
    "Where the hell have you been?" his brother's voice barked. "I've been calling all weekend. And don't tell me you're at Mom and Dad's because I know you've been gone the whole time."
    "I told Mom I would be."
    "Well, you didn't tell her where you were going. Where are you?"
    Scotty glanced back at the restaurant. "I'm around."
    "Why don't we meet for lunch then?"
    "Uh, can't. I'm out of the area."
    There was a long pause. "Oh. Do we have a new boyfriend?"
    Scotty gritted his teeth. "No."
    Jack chuckled. "Yeah, you do. Who is he? When do we get to meet him?"
    "Never. There's no one to meet. I don't have a new boyfriend."
    "So you're just fucking?"
    Scotty rolled his eyes. "Just drop it."
    "I'm glad you're okay. I was getting worried. You could have just told me you wanted to spend some quality time with a new man."
    "Jack."
    "Anyway, Friday was quiet. Preston called in sick. He must really be sick, too, because he hasn't been answering his phone or anything."
    The restaurant door behind him opened