What his intentions were when he asked me to teach him how to play guitar? I’m not quite sure I know, or that I’ll ever know, and after that day I’m not sure it mattered. Whether he was straight or not, whether he wanted to or not, whether he himself cared or not.
I had liked Eli for about a year after I first saw him in my engineering class, sitting and just in a daze, lost but sure he was where he needed to be. A whole year of silence from him; the guy with the thick brown hair, light hazel eyes, light skin, half built arms and the delicate yet strong, soft hands that I now watched move across the fretboard of my guitar. That same guy sat in my apartment with me; the best piece of decoration in the room.
“No, listen to the song. You gotta slow down a bit or your timing will go all retarded.” I told him, helplessly smiling.
“Yeah I’m sorry, I’m just a bit of a slow learner.” He replied with a semi-chuckle.
“No it’s no problem, I have lots of patience” another helpless smile escaped me, and I turned my head away to avoid making it too obvious that I was more than glad to sit right there, in front of him and just watch him be himself.
He noticed it, or maybe he didn’t all I knew is that he looked at me shortly before turning his concentration back on the music and flashed me that smile that I always wanted to be the author of.
“Here you play something, I’m going to take a break.” He said playfully and handed the guitar over to me. He sat up from the chair next the stereo and threw himself on the carpeted floor, holding his head up with his arms, his chest facing the ceiling.
“Well what are you waiting for? Play something.” He said looking at me.
“Ha! I play whenever I want, but sure if you insist.” I said –and this I admit- with a teasing tone. I started improvising and just playing the first thing that came to mind. The room was silent, except for the sound of the strings, and Eli’s breathing.
The energy simmered down, and the burning desire that I had to kiss him just grew more intense, transcending arbitrarily into the notes my fingers played. The tension boiled, I had to stop.
“Eli?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“What’s that?” he cocked his head my way and left his mouth half opened; half smiling.
Like word vomit:
“Can you not lie like that, because it’s making me really want to kiss you and I’d rather not do that.”
All there was now was dead silence, and that half smile turning taunting. I could have sworn he whispered the next words right in front of me.
“I think I’d rather have you say the truth.”  That was it.
I put the guitar aside careless as to where it landed, and crawled on the carpet all the way till I met his lips. My heart was pumping boiling blood that would steam up had my skin not been impeding it and on my way up through his body up to his lips my hands found their way to his cock. Still through his pants I could feel the bulge pulsating beneath.
Our tongues and lips in perfect unison, and while he may have not mastered rhythm on the guitar, he sure as hell had a way with it in kissing. I stopped it reluctantly, wishing our lips could remain locked and have everything else take care of itself, but I was going to show him what he had asked of me, my honesty.
“You’re right, that was a lie, I not only want to kiss you, I want to have you fucking me till there is not a single drop in you.” The word vomit continued, but it was going oh so well.
I lifted his shirt up to his nipples, kissing them while my hands worked around his abdomen, caressing the area around his pelvic bone. My lips disconnecting and reconnecting the bursts of energy kissing his body gave off.
His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling at an incredible rate, his heart giving sweet bass drum sounds through his skeleton. His shirt was fully off now and only two layers of clothing kept me from where we both wanted me to go.
I however was going to take my time; like I said, I have patience.
I started to kiss lower, tracing the beginning of his jeans with the air of my exhalations. The air returning back from the narrow crevice between his skin and the ring of the jeans smelled just like the rest of his body did, some diluted cross of soap and sweat. The smell of him alone sent a surge of shivers up my spine and I exhaled weakly.
I grabbed his jeans by the pockets and pulled them down lower to the point where they sealed perfectly around his thin and now visible waist. His member trapped more tightly beneath. He was going crazy and loving every damn minute of it (I mean its not like he couldn’t use his own hands).
Before considering the button that seemed to want to burst out of place, I unzipped his pants with my teeth. To him it was a countdown not based on time, but on how generous I would be with his need to explode.
I moved up to his lips and just kept my head right in front of his, he looked at me intently, asking me through his breathing to let him cum already. I teased yet again:
“If you insist.”
My excitement grew, and my hand glided right over his electrifying skin and reached down inside his pants, the button, tight and fidgeting. I felt his penis in my hand, his soft hairs surrounding it, his loaded testicles waiting and wanting release.
My hand escaped and like a flicker the button was undone and I was sliding down the rim of the pants. His boxers hung loosely and those soon were removed from the way leaving in sight Eli’s crotch. There it was like an arrow pointing directly to Eli’s gaping mouth. His balls hung on the side of the [possible] uncut 9 incher twitching between his legs.
I bit my lip, and moved on; I grabbed it first with my hand, the shaft humid with sweat and savored. Now I was just torturing myself, for no other thought occupied my mind but the idea of fitting his bulge inside my mouth. I settled for his balls while I stroked him and I felt them slowly with my tongue, rolling them inside my mouth. Imagining the amounts of cum flowing within, I could just taste it.
“Holy shit what are you doing to me?” Eli asked, the words muttered almost and all he could do was breathe and focus. On what he didn’t know exactly but his nerves switched between three different but equal drives; good, great and amazing.
I licked his cock from the bottom to the top, his mushroom head enameled in pre-cum. I licked it and the sweet taste of it flowed from place to place within my tongue. I only wanted more, and a gasp from Eli told me likewise. I continued to work on him, putting him deep in my throat but not for once forgetting to taste him or feel with every nerve possible the sensation his cock left in its wake.
I felt my own hole softening and opening up periodically waiting for some reward from putting up with all of this. My patience however still persisted, and so did the playfulness. Eli’s however no longer did. He sat up and grabbed me by the hair, nearing his mouth to my ear and said:“My turn bitch.”
He pushed me on my back, the swift shift made me dizzy and I was high for a fraction of a second, which gave him a chance to take off my pants without me even noticing. My shirt slid out effortlessly and my breathing was complimenting his; both perfectly synchronized. My back arched at another surge of pleasure and I gave out a fractured moan.
My declaration delighted him:“I’m all yours” my smile was completely new. Never had I grinned so and somehow he was able to appreciate that.
One of his arms slid behind my back and lifted my torso. I could feel the blood in his arms pulsating back and forth. Our bodies fast paced, but not hurried. He kissed my chest and slid his hands on me. I felt cold goose bumps in contrast with the intense rush of blood.
His voice resonated in my ear. His forcefulness and yet his sensual touch were filling me with ecstasy. His touch followed up to my mouth, I licked and sucked his fingers while he continued kissing my stomach. His hand then disappeared and was nowhere to be felt, and it wasn’t until I no longer felt the strain of my briefs around my waist that I knew where he was headed. My hole was already wet, but his fingers didn’t move in so easily even after I had helped by sucking them. It was all because of the strain of the wanting to be fucked. So I relaxed and his fingers slid in effortlessly. Eli was curling his fingers and making circles while sucking me off.
I was writhing in joy unknown to me from any other guy I’d ever been with.
And just when I was being lifted high Eli slid his fingers out and his cock in. All in one stunning quick motion. The change was so abrupt I sighed and grabbed my hair and held scratched Eli’s back, looking for something to hold on to. He was in me, that magical piece of flesh that I could still taste was inside of me motionless, making me beg for the last push. I pulled him up to kiss him and with the only words I could say and think of I whispered to him
“FUCK ME”
Without missing a beat Eli’s dick started pumping me and every thrust was an incessant hybrid feeling of pain and pleasure which all became an essence of our kiss.
Suddenly the pleasure, that tingly sensation, the emptiness in my stomach was all that was to be felt. No hints of pain.
Eli was jacking me off.
I felt a breath of air around my balls but it was purely delusional, even the fact that I couldn’t tell whether it was cold or hot. But it was certainly not staying the pleasure in my ass and the pleasure in my crotch mixed and Eli’s eyes started to close and squint. His breathing was speeding up and he and I were turning red.
And there it was, that feeling as if the very nerves of my being connected with his into one flow of insane fucking pleasure. His mushroom top was growing and letting out his cum and he pumped hard but writhing sideways, shaking with bliss. I lay there gasping for air, for his cock, for a kiss. I lay there breathless, painless, careless and in the biggest joy anybody had ever given to me. Our breathings relaxed, and he lay beside me still kissing me softly.