Summary
I had opened his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt by now, and I was gently fondling him with my hands—the hand of the arm I was embracing him with was stroking a nipple and the other hand was gliding along his belly and down to his cock and balls. He was relaxing a bit and was softly moaning—although I’m not sure he even realized I was already preparing him. Or that he was letting me do it.
“Perhaps if you give voice to it, let the demons out, it would be the start of healing. I am not forcing you, am I?”
“No.”
“And it is giving you pleasure, isn’t it? Pleasure you haven’t had in some time. Pleasure you need.”
He didn’t answer, but I didn’t give him much time or opportunity to do so. I had moved my lips to his again, and he was opening to me, letting me possess him. And then, for the first time reciprocating in the kiss, hungrily sucking on my tongue and groaning. I could feel the melting of the iceberg that had been him in the engorging of his cock in my hand.
“Tell me,” I whispered when I released his lips. I had to know for sure. “Tell me of this sadness and bitterness inside you.”
He lay there for several minutes, not saying anything, but his eyes held mine and his hips were beginning to roll with my slow pumping of his cock with my fist.
I was going to fuck him. I knew that. And now he knew that as well—and he was resolved to it.
“Have you heard of William Jason? Major William Jason?” the young man suddenly asked.