Stuff (The Bristol Collection) (19 page)

“Never said you were, but there’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced. We all were once upon a time. Even me, believe it or not.”

“How about you wait to give me constructive criticism when I’m doing something wrong, and until then let me find my own way around?”

“You’re asking me to keep my big gob shut? You know you’re asking the impossible. I don’t think any bloke’s been good enough to distract me that much yet.”

So Mas had just thrown down the gauntlet, had he? Perry contemplated the hot-pink, Lycra-covered bulge in front of him. He wanted Mas to be so caught up in ecstasy he couldn’t string two words together. But how would he ever manage to retain the control to make that happen when every lungful of Mas’s scent was rushing straight to his head like champagne?

Bugger the calculations and the expectations. He was just going to go for it and see what happened.

Mas’s trousers came down with a little tug, and the underpants followed suit. Mas’s cock pointed straight out from his body at a ninety-degree angle, like it was begging to be sucked. But first Perry wanted to appreciate the sight before him. He’d always had this idea that the male genitals weren’t nearly as appealing as the female ones, but seeing Mas, he had to reassess his judgement. Mas’s cock was smooth and flushed pink, darker still where the moist head peeked out from his foreskin. And below it hung a smooth and beautifully shaped sac. Again, not huge, but there was something just perfect about the shape and the colour. He could see Mas carved in alabaster, like a priapic Greek statue. Some kind of fertility god.

“You gonna stare all day? Maybe you should get that sketch pad out or something. I’d suggest taking a picture but somehow I’ve got this feeling you don’t even own a camera.”

“I own several, but they’re all ancient.”

“And why doesn’t that surprise me?”

Perry looked up to find Mas smiling down, an affectionate crinkle around his eyes. The expression touched him more than he’d ever imagined. The unlooked-for kindness and understanding. Did Mas actually “get” him? It was tempting to believe he did, even if the idea was crazy.

It wouldn’t do to start thinking that way. Mas had already said he didn’t want to be forced into someone else’s image of him. Perry just had to take him as he was, and that meant concrete experience rather than flights of fancy.

Concrete experience… He ran the tips of his fingers up the sides of Mas’s erection. The skin was so silky! He grasped with one hand, feeling the heft against his palm. With the other, he reached down and cupped Mas’s sac, gently squeezing and rolling to feel the pleasing shift within.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. You can keep doing that all night if you want. No complaints from me.”

But there would be from Perry. He needed more. He moved his hand on Mas’s dick, pulling the foreskin down to reveal the damp, spongy head. He took a deep breath, flooding his lungs with the scent of aroused man.

A noise came out of his throat, something like a groan. He opened his mouth and took a tentative lick.

Bittersalt burst across his tongue. Stronger than he’d expected, but not unpleasant.

“Mmmm, you look great down there. My cock in your mouth.”

It wasn’t actually in his mouth yet, but Perry could take a hint. Especially when it was what he wanted himself, despite the nerves churning his stomach.

This time when he licked, he circled right around the head, then carried on down to the shaft. The flavour was subtly different. More skin, less of that bitter tang. He worked his way back up to the head and this time opened his mouth, taking just the head inside and swirling his tongue around it. Then he sucked at the same time as working his tongue.

Okay, that wasn’t so strange. A bit like sucking on a lollipop, but a Mas-flavoured one.

“Fuck, that’s good. Shit, you’re killing me.” Mas’s thighs trembled under Perry’s hands, and he could feel the muscles bunch, like Mas was holding something back.

Of course. That urge to push inside. Perry knew exactly what that felt like. And although he wasn’t one-hundred percent sure if he was ready to do it, there was really only one way to find out.

He opened his mouth wider, took firm grip of Mas’s buttocks and pulled him inside.

It was good for a moment, being filled like that, right up until he gagged.

Mas pulled out immediately. “Hey, take it easy. Deep-throating takes practice.”

Perry blinked his streaming eyes. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I totally appreciate the thought. I really do. Just, you know, take it a bit at a time. I’m not gonna be awarding you marks out of ten or anything. Concentrate on what feels good for you.”

“I want it to feel good for you too.”

“Oh, sweetie.” Mas cupped Perry’s chin and ran his thumb over his lower lip. The tender gesture filled Perry with an absurd urge to sob. “I’m feeling amazing just being here. Being your first. Doesn’t get much better than that.”

“Even though I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Especially because of that. Come here.”

Mas pulled Perry to his feet. The sense of failure was obliterated, however, by Mas kissing him. A kiss that started out soft and reassuring, but then within moments had turned ravenous. This was better. Perry knew what he was doing again. Confidence surged through him, and he began to wrestle his way out of his clothing, unwilling to relinquish Mas’s lips for a moment.

The kiss turned sloppy, biting. Perry walked Mas backwards towards the bed. They knocked into several of his hanging sculptures, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered when he had Mas in his arms, Mas’s naked skin against his own.

He had to break off for long enough to help Mas out of his boots, and then he was staring down at a naked man on his bed.

He’d often fantasised about being able to bring someone up there. It had always been a Pre-Raphaelite beauty with long red tresses and pale skin. But the contrast with his fantasy didn’t bother him. Mas was pretty enough to have modelled for Burne Jones or Rossetti. He looked like a debauched Victorian youth, sprawled on the bedsheets, a gorgeous flush over his chest as he idly stroked his erection.

Perry wanted to savour the sight even longer, but he also wanted to dive down and feel all that skin against his own. Eventually the latter urge won out, and he sank down onto the bed with a groan on his lips and his body on fire.

Chapter Twenty-One

It should have been familiar. Mas had been here a thousand times before: flat on his back while a new man pressed him down into the mattress. Some of them were kissers, some of them weren’t. Some talked dirty, some disconcertingly silent. Some even came out with weird fetishes Mas would usually play along with so long as they didn’t freak him out. No bondage, but he didn’t mind the odd spanking or wearing stockings.

So yeah, he’d done this enough times to know the drill, but nothing about Perry felt familiar. It wasn’t that there was anything unusual about his technique. He was currently kissing down Mas’s chest, and he had the feeling he was in for another blowjob attempt. Hopefully—for Perry’s sake—a more successful one this time.

No, it wasn’t in what Perry was doing so much as in the way he was doing it. There was passion there. Extreme, wild passion, but Perry kept it under a knife-edge of control. Yet Mas could see it dancing in his eyes, feel it in the way Perry clutched him with barely restrained violence. And yet despite all this, Perry was treating him with consideration and respect, rather than letting rip and taking what he needed.

Mas had never before felt simultaneously desired and cherished to that degree.

He shouldn’t read too much into it, though. This was simply Perry’s good manners showing themselves again. He was being gentlemanly, that was all.

Perry kissed around his bellybutton, making Mas shiver and grab hold of the bedsheets.

It would be easier if he’d just take what he wanted. Used Mas the way other blokes did. This tenderness, this consideration, was too painful. Too much of what Mas craved, but without the love to back it up, it didn’t really mean anything, did it?

Best get things back on track. Back to what he was used to.

“So, you gonna fuck my arse soon, babe? I’ve got a Perry-sized hole needs filling. Or maybe you want to fuck my mouth first. I love a bit of that.” Mas thought he’d done a good job of sounding casual.

“All in good time,” Perry muttered from somewhere around Mas’s navel.

Bugger. Mas stared up at the ceiling, with its twinkling lights and gently twirling fairies. Perry’s breath was hot on his belly. Then down, in the crease where his thigh met his groin. There were kisses. Licks. Needy groans that vibrated through Mas’s body, shaking him to the core. It was just lust, making Perry sound that desperate. No point reading anything else into it.

He thought he was about to get another blowjob and would have welcomed the distraction, but instead Perry ducked lower, and wet heat enveloped Mas’s balls. “Fuck!” His back arched, and he tried not to squirm away. So good, but almost too much sensation. But Perry was obviously keen to explore down there, sucking both Mas’s balls into his mouth while firmly tossing him off. Mas endured the erotic torture, waves of delicious sensation spreading all through his body, until Perry’s finger at his hole jerked him back into awareness. Not just at his hole, but pushing inside and wiggling from side to side in a way that made Mas want to melt. “Bloody hell. I thought you hadn’t done this before!”

That finally made Perry stop and release his nads. “I haven’t.”

“Could have fooled me. Shit. Where’d you learn to do that so well?”

Perry looked puzzled. “I just know what I like. Thought you might enjoy it too.”

“You’ve had girls do that to you? I didn’t think they were usually into that kind of stuff.”

“This one is.” Perry paused, looking kind of shifty. Then he set his jaw and stared defiantly. “She’s a professional. She does whatever I ask her to.”

“Oh.” Mas sank back into the soft, pillowy duvet. That was unexpected. He’d always assumed the kind of men who visited prostitutes were sad, ugly old losers who couldn’t score any other way. It was one of the main things that had put him off becoming an escort.

Perry didn’t fit that image at all. And Perry had clearly learnt some valuable skills. Skills he wasn’t using right now.

Mas looked back to find Perry hovering there, poised like some kind of awkward mannequin. “What’s up?”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. So long as you haven’t caught anything off her.”

“Of course not! I’d have told you if you had anything to worry about.”

“Hey, chill. I’d figured as much. You’re that kind of bloke. So you know, it’s fine, whoever you’ve been with in the past. Why wouldn’t it be?”

Perry’s shoulders sagged. “I don’t know. I just… I thought perhaps it’s all too horribly seedy. But she’s a lovely woman. She has integrity. I wouldn’t have ever gone home with her if I wasn’t sure of that.”

“That kind of thing’s important to you, is it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Fuck knows what you’re doing with me, then. I’m not sure I even know what integrity means. I’ve probably had more men than you’ve had hot dinners. You’re the one who should be worried about catching something off me, with my history.” Perry’s eyes widened, and Mas rushed to reassure him. “It’s okay, though. I get tested regularly and I don’t take any stupid risks. I might be a slapper, but I’m a responsible one. Never had anything nasty, ’cept for that one time I caught pubic lice off some dirty bastard and itched like crazy. Those little buggers are a nightmare. Shaved all my pubes off after that. Seriously not worth it.”

“You’re kind and warm-hearted. And you’re a hard worker. I don’t care about any of the rest of it.”

“I could fall head over heels in love with you if you keep saying shit like that.” Mas kept his voice light, so Perry wouldn’t take him seriously. You could blurt out all kinds of truths if you didn’t sound earnest. “But seriously, all this talking’s a bit of a mood killer. How’s about you put some of those skills to the test and fuck me. You know what you’re doing with anal? I don’t need much prep, but I do like plenty of lube.”

“I know what I’m doing.” Perry’s eyes darkened, and as his lust powered up again, Mas’s blood pounded in answer. He went to roll onto his front, but Perry stopped him. “I want to watch your face.”

“You sure? You could imagine I’m a chick better if I stay on my front. My meat and two veg wobbling around are really going to spoil the illusion.”

“I don’t want to imagine you’re a woman.”

Fuck. Mas would have to work hard to keep all the mushy, love-you stuff out of his expression. But maybe Perry would just mistake it for his usual orgasm face. Mas could only hope. If he squeezed his eyes shut, that might help.

He could hear Perry tear open a condom packet. The cold lube against his hole was a shock, but Mas had to admit, Perry did seem to know what he was doing. A few swipes inside, and a quick tugging from Perry’s thumbs were enough to open him up, and then Mas watched him coat himself liberally.

It was a shame he hadn’t got that fine dick in his mouth yet. Looked like it would stretch his jaw nicely. “You’ve got a great cock, you know that?”

“Thank you.” Perry blushed, which was just too cute.