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Greg discovered that the problem with meeting someone who changes everything you thought you knew about yourself, was that they also try to open you up to things you have never previously considered. Greg felt that at forty-six, he was too old to be attempting to be adventurous in the bedroom, especially considering he felt he was already being adventurous enough by attempting a relationship with a man, let alone a man nearly ten years his junior.
Greg generally considered himself someone who wasn’t usually in the dark about most things, and he certainly wasn’t some shy retiring virgin in the bedroom, however with Alex he felt like he was. Considering he knew his way around a woman very successfully, and he was very familiar with the workings of pleasuring a cock, especially as he’d been playing with his own since he was old enough to realise it felt good, Greg had somehow morphed into a blushing stuttering virgin as soon as Alex mentioned or did anything that Greg wasn’t familiar with in the bedroom.
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Greg was sprawled naked on his back across Alex’s bed, the younger man also naked and currently laid between Greg’s legs, the long fingers of his right hand were slowly teasing Greg’s purpling erection as he kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled on Greg’s balls.
“Jesus Christ that feels amazing.” Greg gasped, a heavy hand landing on Alex’s head, thick fingers running through the short hair. He found himself lost in the feeling of Alex’s beard against his sensitive flesh, the feel of his hand working his cock and the wet warmth of his lips and tongue. “What the… get off me!” Alex found his head rather forcefully pushed away by the hand that was carding through his hair and he watched as Greg shuffled his body up the bed, curling his long limbs into a ball to protect himself whilst staring wide-eyed in horror at Alex.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Alex was really confused as to why Greg was looking at him like that. “Greg? Want to fill me in? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
“You… you put your… on my…. No. It’s wrong.” Alex sat himself up and ran a hand across his beard, cleaning his face of saliva whilst he tried to decipher what had freaked Greg out. And then he realised.
“I licked your arsehole.” He wasn’t sure if he was phrasing that as a question or a statement but regardless of that, he realised that Greg was almost purple in the face, eyes still wide and mouth slack in shock or horror or revulsion, Alex couldn’t get a handle on which.
“You need to wash your face and scrub your tongue, like right now.” Alex raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend before frowning, the mood in the bedroom vanishing almost instantly now that Greg was looking at him like that. “Please.” Alex nodded and left the bed, heading for the bathroom and doing as Greg asked, returning a few minutes later having washed his face and beard as well as brushed his teeth. He retrieved his boxers from the floor and slid them on before picking up Greg’s briefs and handing them to him. He watched Greg shuffle into his pants before retaking his position at the top of the bed, leaving Alex to settle at the end.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No. I don’t know why you did what you did but I don’t want you to do it again.” Alex nodded and held up his hands as a sign of surrender.
“Okay. I’m sorry I freaked you out with it, that wasn’t my intention. I thought you would enjoy it, it usually feels really good.” Alex explained but Greg only sighed and ran a hand across his face, thick fingers scratching at the day old stubble on his chin.
“If you knew what came out of there everyday you wouldn’t be so keen to put your face anywhere near it.” Greg scoffed and this time Alex could help but chuckle.
“I know how arseholes work Greg, I’ve had one all of my life. I’ve also spent a fair bit of time in and around other peoples, including yours.”
“Don’t be a prick. I don’t want your tongue or mouth on my arsehole, it’s not something I’ve ever had done and not something I can even fathom anyone enjoying.” Alex nodded in understanding, not wanting to push his boyfriend with something he clearly wasn’t comfortable with.
“Okay I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Are you staying tonight or have I ruined the mood entirely?” Greg looked across the bed at Alex sitting at the end looking very much like a kicked puppy and couldn’t help but feel bad about halting their rather pleasurable evening.
“I’d like to stay if that’s okay with you?” Alex nodded and climbed up the bed, settling himself under the duvet, holding it open so Greg could do the same and waited until the older man was comfortably ensconced before he turned to him.
“I’m sorry I ruined tonight, I feel bad that you were really into it and you didn’t get to cum. Can I make it up to you?” Greg frowned for the briefest of moments but then shook his head, thick fingers capturing Alex’s longer thinner ones as he did so.
“Not tonight love. Can we just cuddle?” Alex nodded and shuffled down into the bed, thoroughly enjoying the way Greg wrapped him in his arms as he pillowed his head on Greg’s shoulder, but he couldn’t help the feeling that he’d damaged their sexual relationship somehow.
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Two days passed without seeing each other as they were both busy with other commitments, but that evening was all Greg could think about and he needed to get another perspective. Before he could talk himself out of it he clicked on Roisin’s name and listened as the familiar FaceTime ringtone could be heard.
“Hello you…. Oh. Oh no. What’s happened? Have you ruined it already? Oh Greg!” Greg frowned at her greeting, eyebrows lowered as he watched her shake her head on the iPad screen.
“I haven’t ruined anything yet, thank you very much. And hello to you too by the way. I need to talk to you, about Alex. About bedroom stuff.” Greg ran a large hand over his face and sighed, scratching at the stubble and considering if he should grow a beard and then wondering if he would get stuck to Alex’s bushy beard like Velcro.
“You’re a bit old for the birds and the bees aren’t you? And anyway, I thought you’d already had sex with him? Like multiple times? Yeah you have, I remember, we went for breakfast and you couldn’t sit down properly. He had you walking funnier than you already do. So what is it?” Greg was starting to think that asking Roisin’s advice about anything was a mistake, let alone something as delicate as what he wanted to ask. And he didn’t dare google anything for fear of what he would find on the subject.
“This was a mistake. Look it doesn’t matter. Sorry to have…”
“Gregory Daniel Davies don’t you dare call for my help and then dismiss me.” She looked outraged but within seconds her face had softened and her tone matched it. She ran a hand through her hair, ruffling her curls before resting her chin on her hand and staring into the screen, and subsequently Greg’s soul. “What’s going on Greg? What’s happened?” Greg took a breath and reached for his now cold coffee, wishing it was something far stronger.
“We were in bed the other night and it was all great and then he did something that freaked me out and I think I… well I know over-reacted but he looked so sorry and I haven’t… I haven’t see him since waking up the next morning and I’m starting to spiral because I think I might have ruined it and I think I love him.” Greg closed his eyes and let his head fall against the back of the sofa, blowing out a breath and then taking a moment to realise what he had admitted. He looked back at the screen and bit his lip when he realised that Roisin was taking this very seriously. “I love him Roshe, and that terrifies me.”
“Oh you poor bastard.” Greg huffed a laugh at her expression. “I’ve seen you together and you work, like it looks right. And he looks at you like you hung the moon, even though it’s only been a few months.”
“But I’ve known him over a year. We’ve filmed two series of Taskmaster together.”
“But you’ve only been seeing each other for a few months; sleeping together even less I’m guessing.” Greg nodded and so Roisin took a healthy glug of her wine and then refocused back onto one of her best friends. “Okay so the crux of the matter. What did he do in bed that freaked you out?”
“He erm… well he was… sucking my….erm well my…”
“Cock?”
“Balls.” Greg inhaled deeply, tugging at the neck of his t-shirt to allow a bit of air to his rapidly heating body. “And then he licked my erm…my arsehole. And I freaked out. Like really freaked out, made him wash his face and scrub his tongue and he apologised so many times and now I don’t know what to do.” Of all the reactions he expected Roisin to greet him with, sympathy wasn’t even in the top ten.
“Oh sweetheart. Did you speak about it after? Tell him how you were feeling?” Greg shook his head. “Did you at least tell him it wasn’t his fault you panicked?” Again Greg shook his head. “So what happened after?”
“I told him I didn’t want his mouth or tongue there ever and he apologised again then we went to sleep. He wasn’t there when I woke up, left me a note to say he had to be in an early meeting and then we’ve only text a handful of times since that morning. Have I fucked it? By being a scared fucking virgin?” Greg hid his face behind his large hands and groaned, not wanting to think about not being with Alex, after struggling with realising he wanted the younger man as more than a friend, and recognising his bisexuality as more than just a passing phase.
“I don’t think you’ve fucked it. Alex doesn’t seem like the type of man to end things because of one issue. But you do need to talk to him, and be honest about how your feeling. Is it something you’re wholly against as a sex act? Or just nervous because it’s not something you’ve ever done?” Greg thought about the question, and about the act itself, like he had been for the last two days since it had happened and was slowly coming to realise that he was nervous because it was totally new territory. No one had ever done that to him before, and he’d never done it to anyone else, male or female; he didn’t understand how it would feel or taste or smell and all he could think about was how potentially dirty it would be.
“Have you had it done to you?” Greg was curious, he wanted honest first person accounts, not ridiculous fake porn videos. “Have you let a guy lick you there?”
“I mean yeah, a couple of times. Sometimes it was intentional, sometimes accidental if there’d been a lot of drink involved and it was dark. But it’s nice, feels good. Feels great if the person really knows what they’re doing.” Greg was starting to wonder if he’d made a mistake with being harsh with Alex and shutting him down so quickly.
“What about like… you know… the smell and the taste?” Roisin began to laugh and that made Greg’s cheeks flame even as he frowned at her. “Alright! Laughing isn’t helpful. It’s a genuine question.” Roisin wiped her eyes and took another mouthful of wine whilst she calmed down, the look on Greg’s face only making her laugh harder and longer.
“Babes I’m sorry but I think you need to speak to Alex. He obviously wants to do this to you, and I think if you’re honest with him about your worries and your questions then he can help put your mind at ease. And I know you’re gonna ring me back next week and tell me that your man has rocked your world and you didn’t realise you were that into rimming.” Greg raised an eyebrow as Roisin began to cackle at her own words and Greg could only sigh and watch, leaving her laughter as a soundtrack whilst he picked up his phone and sent a text to his boyfriend.
To: Alex
Message: Hello love. Sorry I’ve been a bit distant the last couple of days, had some stuff I needed to work out. Are you free to come over? Or I could come to you? I’d like to talk about things, mainly my over-reaction on Tuesday night. X
He set his phone down on the sofa beside him and turned his attention back to Roisin, who was filling up her wine glass.
“I’ve text him. How long do I leave it before I send another one? What if he doesn’t reply? What if he realises that I’m not worth the hassle and he wants someone more confident in the bedroom?”
“Are you serious? He’s mad about you. Anyone with eyes can see that. You just need to start being a bit more honest about your feelings and experiences and I think you’ll be fine. Now do you need me for anything else? If not, can I go and have a bath with my wine?” Greg smiled at Roisin and nodded.
“Thanks Roshe, I knew I could count of you. Go enjoy your bath.” Roisin grinned and giggled before saying her goodbyes and ending the call, leaving Greg sitting on his sofa, desperately trying not to stare at his phone. He tried to remember if Alex had mentioned that he had anything on tonight but suddenly his mind was blank about every piece of information that wasn’t related to the events of Tuesday night.
Deciding he was only getting on his own nerves trying not to stare at his phone, he stood up and headed to the kitchen, figuring he could make himself a cup of tea and the process would calm him down. What didn’t calm him down was the ping of his message alert tone which sent him running through the flat to reach his phone, landing on the sofa in an ungainly heap and clutching at his left toes after they made shocking contact with the wooden leg of his coffee table.
“Fuck! Ah! Shit fuck bastard! Stupid fucking….oh.” Greg paused his tirade against the wooden table in favour of opening the text message from Alex, the words doing nothing to ease the feelings in his chest and stomach.
From: Alex
Message: Hello. I can be there in ten. Was going to message you as I have some of your things here, was going to return them. X
“Oh shit.” His stomach dropped and his heart began to thud in his chest at Alex’s mention of returning his things. Surely that meant everything was over? If he was bringing his things back, things he is assuming he has left around Alex’s house; panic seizes his chest and for a moment he is frozen in place, unable to move but with his brain whirring a mile a minute and his heart thudding hard against his ribs. Another ping. Another moment of heightened panic.
From: Alex
Message: Have you eaten? I could pick up Chinese from that place on the way to yours X
Greg’s mouth was dry, his brow lowered in confusion. Why would he be offering to bring food if he was going to end the relationship? Greg knew he wouldn’t be able to eat anything for the concrete block that had settled in the pit of his stomach.
To: Alex
Message: Can we talk and then see how the night goes? X
Greg doesn’t receive a reply even though he can see that Alex has read the message and the feeling of ever increasing panic settles into his bones. He closes his iPad on the coffee table, pockets his phone and heads to the hallway, beginning to anxiously pace whilst he awaits the arrival of his boyfriend, thumb between his teeth as he gnaws away at the nail in lieu of lighting up a cigarette, even though he never smoked in his flat, only outside.
The knock on the front door startled Greg from his anxious chewing and he swore lightly as he bit his thumb. He tugged the door open harder than he intended and it went flying into the wall, both men flinching at the sound, Alex wide-eyed with surprise and Greg wide-eyed in terror as he stared at Alex standing in his doorway looking ever so casual in baggy jeans and an untucked multicoloured check shirt, a small plastic bag in his hands. They stared at each other for a moment too long and it was only when Alex frowned in confusion did Greg realise he hadn’t invited him in.
“Sorry… uh… come in.” Alex nodded once and stepped into the flat, reaching up to press a soft but fleeting kiss to Greg’s lips in greeting, leaving Greg more confused than anything else.
“You okay? You look… well you don’t look okay let’s put it that way.” Alex stated, placing the small plastic bag in his hand onto the sideboard and was just in the process of kicking off his trainers when suddenly Greg rushed at him, pushing him against the small line of coats hanging on the hallway wall and pressing their lips together. Large hands cupped Alex’s bearded cheeks and he gasped at the feel of Greg’s solid body pressing him into the wall, and Greg took advantage of his gasp to slide his tongue into his mouth and Alex felt his knees weaken at the raw need he could feel pouring from Greg.
Alex threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss, angling his head to make the most of the contact and venturing out his tongue to slide along Greg’s, enjoying the throaty moan that accompanied his actions. He wasn’t sure what the reason for the impromptu snogging session was but he certainly wasn’t complaining, in fact he could certainly get on board with being greeted like this by his boyfriend.
“Bedroom?” It was Alex’s gasped suggestion that seemed to lift Greg from his passion fog and he took a half step back to allow Alex a little bit of space, noting how red his lips looked and how much the blue of his eyes had darkened. The pair of them were breathing heavily, both clearly desperate for the other but it was the look on Greg’s face which made Alex pause, long fingers smoothing up Greg’s cotton covered chest to settle on his pec. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I love you and I’m sorry about the other night. I panicked because you make me nervous sometimes in bed and I’m worried I’m not experienced enough for you and I really don’t want you to give me my things back because I don’t want to break up. I’m in love with you.” Greg closed his mouth and watched Alex’s face, noting the spots of colour on the apples of his cheeks and the dark colour his ears were slowly turning. His eyes were wide as he stared at Greg and his mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out before he frowned.
“Break up? Are we breaking up? Is that why you asked me over? Is that what you wanted to talk about?”
“What? No! You’re breaking up with me.”
“Am I? Since when?” Alex scrubbed a hand over his face and tried to work through the confusion, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. “Right okay let’s pause and regroup because I haven’t got a clue what’s actually going on. Can we sit?” Greg nodded and led Alex over to the sofa, settling into his usual corner seat and watching Alex closely as the younger man took a seat.
“Alex I…”
“Hold on. Please. Right, okay, so, you love me?” Greg nodded, large hands sitting knotted in his lap as he tried to look Alex in the eye without dipping his head and averting his gaze; he wanted to show he was serious. “But you think I’m here to break up with you?” Again Greg nodded and Alex couldn’t help but chuckle which made Greg frown, brows lowered until they almost obscured his eyes. “Oh you silly silly man. Why would I break up with you? I love you, I want a future with you.” Greg was now more confused.
“What? You… you love me?” Alex took Greg’s lightly trembling hands into his own and brought them to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the knuckles in an effort to soothe his anxiety. “You brought my stuff back.”
“It’s your blue shirt, the one you love. I know you’ve got an interview tomorrow morning and I figured you would want to wear it - it’s clean, I washed it. It just needs an iron.” Greg paused for a moment trying to allow his brain to catch up.
“So you’re not breaking up with me? You’re not bringing all of my stuff back from your house? And you love me?” It was Alex’s turn to nod, the grin on his face highlighting the wonky teeth and the chubby cheeks and the bushy beard and Greg loved him more for every one of them. “Can I kiss you “
“I’ll be upset if you don’t.” Alex chuckled and then found himself hauled against Greg, large hands cupping his head whilst his mouth willingly opened under the passionate onslaught from his boyfriend.
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After much more kissing, some over the clothes groping and many whispered confessions of love, Alex and Greg figured they needed to eat before anything went any further.
“Fancy that Chinese now? I’m starving.” Alex asked, adjusting himself in his jeans before straightening his shirt and moving to sit on the next sofa cushion rather than across Greg’s chest. “Was also wondering if I could stay over? I’ve missed you the last couple of days.”
“Of course you can. I’ve missed you too, I’ve just been so up in my own head, which is what I was wanting to talk to you about if that’s alright? And yeah, Chinese sounds amazing right now, I don’t think I’ve eaten anything today. I’ve been too caught up in my stupid brain.” Greg let out a deep sigh and scratched at the stubble on his chin before working his hand under the back of Alex’s shirt to rest on the soft skin above the waistband of his jeans, thick fingers stroking softly whilst Alex phoned for dinner to be delivered.
“Okay so that’s dinner ordered, want to talk about what’s been on your mind? Probably better now so you’ll actually eat when the food comes huh?” Greg nodded and ran a hand over his face, removing his hand from under Alex’s shirt only to have the younger man hold his hand steady. “You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to, it feels nice.” Greg smiled and leant forward, pressing a soft kiss to Alex’s lips before his fingers once more resumed stroking random patterns into the soft skin under his fingertips.
“Tuesday night, in bed. I overreacted and I’m sorry.” Alex watched with a thoughtful expression, figuring before Greg had even started speaking that they would more than likely be discussing what happened on Tuesday night. He was about to open his mouth but thought better of it and just let Greg organise his thoughts and continue. “I get nervous sometimes… when we’re in bed together. Because I’m not…. I’m not as experienced as you so when you do new stuff… that I’m not used to… I erm….i panic and that’s what… erm that’s what Tuesday was about.” Greg’s cheeks were flushing hard and Alex couldn’t stop the small smile that settled on his lips as he watched his boyfriend squirm at trying to explain his feelings.
“Understandable.” Alex started, settling his hand on Greg’s knee and giving it a squeeze. “I know a lot of this is new to you but if you’re open and honest about stuff then we can navigate as we go. Yeah I’ve got experience but a lot of this we’re learning together because it’s things we’ve never done together. Wanna talk me through what you didn’t like? How it made you feel? Or just what you’re feeling about what we do in bed together?”
“You… erm… you licked my bum hole.” Greg whispered and in any other situation Alex would have giggled like a child at the use of the words bum hole, but noting the uncertainly in Greg’s eyes and the redness of his face and neck Alex kept an adult head.
“Yes I did. But I’ve already promised you that I won’t do that again. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like in bed I just want to make you feel good.” Greg’s brows furrowed for a brief second and he ran a hand across his face and then let out a slow breath, like he was psyching himself up for something.
“Is it…. Is that what you want in bed? Do you like doing that?” Alex was a little puzzled by the question and took a moment to actually think about the answer, wanting to give Greg a proper answer.
“I enjoy rimming, both giving and receiving, but it’s not a dealbreaker Greg. If you don’t enjoy it then I… then it’s something we won’t do and…”
“Is it dirty? Does it taste and smell… well…bad?” Greg couldn’t quite believe that he was questioning this, he blamed Roisin for telling him that it was good, because now he was curious about the act.
“No love, most of the time it just tastes like skin. And it doesn’t smell bad, it can smell a little musky but it’s no different to the scent anywhere else on your body. Most of the time it is only performed when someone is clean, I mean there are people who prefer it a bit dirtier or sweatier but usually post shower or bath is probably the norm.” Alex watched his boyfriend and he seemed to be thinking hard about what they were talking about and was clearly planning his next questions carefully. “Why all the questions?”
“I was talking to Roisin about… well about what you did and how I reacted and she said that I need to be honest with you about what I’m thinking and feeling. If this err… if rimming is something you enjoy then maybe we could… maybe try again?” Alex’s eyes widened when he realised what Greg was trying to ask for and he honestly didn’t know how he felt about it- he was hoping that Greg didn’t feel pressured into trying it.
“If that’s what you want then yeah we can try again, you just let me know when you want to try.”
“Now?” It came out more of a demand than a question and Alex couldn’t hide the surprise and apparently neither could Greg, who clearly hadn’t intended to ask that forcefully or that loudly considering Alex was setting beside him. “Sorry, I mean…. Could it be now? Is that how….”
“Are you in any way aroused right now?” Greg shakes his head, his grey eyes shifting from Alex’s to settle on the rug by his feet. “Then no it won’t be now. However it can be later if it’s something you want to try? We could have dinner, spend some time together and then maybe share a shower and see where the night leads us?” Greg nodded and then clumsily leant in for a kiss, wanting to reassure himself that he still had Alex and that his nervousness hadn’t spoiled things between them.
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“Do you want to share a shower before we head to bed?” Greg lifted his head from where it was laid on Alex’s chest and met his boyfriend’s eyes, questions very clearly written there. “The shower doesn’t have to mean anything baby, we can just shower and then cuddle up and sleep.”
“What if I want it to?” Greg’s voice is small and soft and unsure once more and Alex is surprised again because he isn’t used to hearing this tone from Greg, this uncertainty that’s been radiating from him for longer than he genuinely wanted to admit.
“It can mean whatever you want it to mean Greg. I know you like it when I take the lead on these things but tonight is going to have to be led by you, I don’t want to do anything that is going to freak you out. Come on then, I’ve missed your ridiculously pale body and I would like to reacquaint myself with it.” Greg smiled and heaved himself up from Alex’s chest and then the sofa, hands lifted skyward as he stretched out the kinks in his back. The move made Greg’s t-shirt ride up, exposing the lower portion of his stomach and hips but before he could tug it back down Alex had settled long fingers on his hips and pressed his face into the soft pale skin bracketed between denim and cotton. The trail of sparse hair that led from his belly button to the waist band of his jeans tickled Alex’s lips and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing the area softly, Greg’s large hand settling on the back of his head whilst he inhaled deeply at the sensations.
“I want… I want you to… I want to try rimming. If you still want to?”
“Fuck yes!” Alex breathed, staring up at Greg from his position still sitting on the sofa, a lazy grin settling on his face as his fingers tightened on the older man’s hips. “Go shower, I’ll join you in a moment.” Alex stood, ensuring he pressed himself the full length of Greg as he did so, pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Greg headed off to the bedroom, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts for a moment, wanting to ensure he went into this with a plan, a plan that would ensure Greg enjoyed his first experience, and didn’t react like he did on Tuesday.
Alex gave Greg enough time to get himself undressed and into the shower, wandering through the flat and ensuring the door was locked and everything that should be switched off was actually off before he headed through to the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he did. By the time he pushed the bathroom door open, Alex was stood in just his boxers and made the most of the sight of Greg stood under the hot spray, steam curling through the room. He dropped his boxers and stepped into the shower, sliding a hand softly across Greg’s waist as he pressed his lips to his shoulder, smiling against the wet skin when he startled at the touch.
“Just me baby. You look so good naked and wet.” Greg felt Alex press against his back, felt his thickening cock settle against him, the feel of his chest hair against his smooth skin and he allowed a moan to fill the quiet space.
“You feel good.” Greg made to turn around but found his movements stopped, Alex’s long finger’s pressing hard into his hips to keep him turned.
“Don’t move yet baby, I’m enjoying feeling you like this.” Alex murmured, shifting his body so that he was pressing against Greg’s left side, his right hand sliding along Greg’s hip to his right cheek and then down to press lightly into the crease, not enough to breach but enough that Greg would feel his intentions. “Have you washed yet?” Greg shook his head. “Can I wash you?” There was a moment of pause and Alex waited, fingers stroking the curve of Greg’s arse, fingertips slipping ever so slightly between his legs to brush against the soft bridge of muscle behind his balls and Greg moaned.
“Yes.” That was all the consent Alex needed as he reached for the shower gel and the puff, coating it liberally with the orange pearlescent liquid and scrunching it up to create a lather.
“Turn around baby.” Greg did as he was asked and inclined his head, grey eyes watching his lover’s movements curiously. Sharing a shower wasn’t a novelty for them, it was fairly commonplace, however the air feeling this thick with intent and expectation was new and Greg couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach at what would happen once they got out of the shower.
Alex lathered up every inch of Greg’s front, even kneeling to scrub at the soles of his feet and getting a gleeful giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning him into the shower stream to wash off the bubbles and start on Greg’s back.
“I’ll wash your back and then I’ll wash myself and then leave you to finish preparing yourself.” Greg nodded, more than a little relieved that Alex hadn’t suggested helping him prepare because as much as he loved the man, he didn’t think he was ready for him to watch as Greg douched himself in preparation.
Alex cleaned the back of Greg just as reverently as he had cleaned the front before giving himself a quick wash and then pressing a kiss to Greg’s lips.
“Take your time. There’s no rush and there’s no need to feel nervous. If you get out of the shower and have changed your mind then that’s totally fine also.” Greg nodded and pressed another kiss to Alex’s lips before he watched the younger man leave the shower, snagging a towel from the rack and wrapping it around his waist before leaving the bathroom.
When the bathroom door closed once more Greg took a deep breath and tried to calm himself; he figured trying to convince his brain that this was just like any other time he had prepared himself didn’t seem to be working because all he could think of was the flash of warm wet heat he had experienced last week before his brain had kicked in and registered exactly what had created that sensation.
“Get a grip Greg!” He berated, blowing out a breath before taking himself through what was now his standard prep routine, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach doing nothing to keep him calm.
Stepping out of the bathroom, dry but with his towel still wrapped around his waist, Greg paused when he entered the bedroom at the sight of the duvet pulled back to the end of the bed and a towel laid in the centre, their usual bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table.
“You’re all prepared.” Alex smiled softly, hoping his preparedness would ease a little of the tension he could see in Greg’s face and body.
“I wanted this to be a good experience for you. If you’ve changed your mind I totally understand. We can do whatever you want, I just want to make you feel good.” Greg noted how Alex was sitting in the end of the bed, totally naked with his hands sitting in his lap, bright blue eyes staring up at him with no expectation shining within them, only what he could now see as love. He wasn’t sure when he realised that Alex seemed to exude a calm confidence that betrayed his usual nervous manic chaos, but he felt more reassured that this beautiful young man in front of him wouldn’t hurt him.
“I haven’t… erm… I haven’t changed my mind. I just don’t know… what to do.” The last part of Greg’s statement was whispered but Alex only smiled, holding out a hand and beckoning Greg closer to the bed, and noting how the grip on his towel increased until his knuckles were white.
“How about you strip off that towel and show me your gorgeous body.” Greg snorted but found himself unknotting the towel and sliding it from his body, but holding it in front of him almost shyly. “Wanna come lay down? We can have a snuggle and go from there.” He dropped his towel and kicked it towards the hamper in the corner before settling himself on the bed, figuring he might as well get himself on the towel as that was where he would end up if the evening went to plan.
Alex crawled up the bed and laid himself to Greg’s right, placing a hand on his cheek and turning his head to capture his lips in a soft teasing kiss. Although Greg responded he seemed distracted which made Alex double down on his efforts, sliding his tongue into the older man’s mouth and licking teasingly at the roof before flicking against Greg’s tongue. He also set his hands in motion, leaning up on his left elbow to give him leverage over Greg, he ran his hand from Greg’s cheek to his neck and then down to his chest, pausing to brush his thumb over the pink bud of his nipple and enjoying the light inhale he gave at the sensation.
“I want you so much.” Alex murmured against Greg’s lips as his fingers began to rub and roll his left nipple, the low moan that escaped Greg making Alex groan in delight. “Fuck yes. More of those.”
“Feels nice.” Greg murmured, fingers carding through Alex’s short hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at his scalp and causing Alex to lean into the feeling like a cat. Alex knew Greg was starting to relax into the evening because he could feel the beginnings of an erection against his hip. He figured he would make a start on working his way naturally down his boyfriend’s body, so with a final kiss he trailed his lips down Greg’s neck to his collarbones, enjoying the taste of his clean skin. “Mmmm.”
“You’re such a feast.” Alex moaned, lips and tongue tasting as much skin as possible, pausing to lick and nibble at each nipple before working his way down Greg’s stomach, the slick tip of his erection sliding across his own chest as he worked his way further down. The large hand still threaded through his hair gripped the short strands and Alex paused, his mouth hovering just over Greg’s erection which he could now see was suddenly losing its rigidity. “Every okay baby?”
“Are you… are you going to do it? Are you going to… erm… lick…”
“I was heading that way. Thought I would suck your cock for a little bit, play with your balls and then naturally work my way down there. But… I mean, if the thought of me rimming you turns you totally soft then maybe it’s not something you really want?” Alex propped himself up on his elbow and fixed Greg with a look but the older man only looked back wide-eyed and almost innocent.
“I’m just nervous. And anxious. And scared.” Alex frowned; scared was not something he ever wanted Greg to feel in the bedroom, or anywhere in their relationship for that matter.
“Scared? Baby why?”
“What if it goes wrong? What if I do something or put too much pressure on somewhere and something pops out? What if I…fart? Like in your mouth or in your face.” Alex couldn’t help but giggle at the way Greg whispered the word ‘fart’ like it was a naughty word, but quickly sobered up when Greg frowned.
“I’m sorry I won’t laugh again. Greg you’re thinking way too hard about this, it’s supposed to be fun and pleasurable.” Alex moved until he was sitting up between Greg’s legs, resting on his hip and leaning against Greg’s thigh. “We’re men who enjoy anal sex, there’s always going to be a little bit of risk that something we’re not expecting might happen. If it does, we deal with it and we move on. We’re adults that do bum stuff, we can’t afford to be squeamish.” Alex grinned at his boyfriend and watched him nod in understanding.
“I know, and I’m not squeamish as such, I think it’s more a fear of the unknown.” Alex understood and was trying to think how he could make this a good experience for Greg, and figured sensory deprivation might heighten his anticipation rather than his anxiety.
“If you still want to do this I have an idea.” Greg quirked an eyebrow but stayed quiet, willing to listen, but nodding to show it was something he still wanted to try. “Okay, so I know you’re getting anxious watching me head towards your arse, so how about we remove that from the equation?”
“I don’t think I’m in the mood to be blindfolded.”
“I don’t want to blindfold you, but I do want to take your vision out of the equation. I’m thinking that if you’re up on your knees, head and chest on the bed and knees spread, then you can’t see what I’m doing. You can only feel. You’re open which eradicates awkward leg positions and I can have my fill of your peachy arse. How does that sound?”
Greg didn’t give a comment, but he did roll himself over on the bed until he was on his hands and knees and Alex watched as he slowly lowered himself down until his head and chest were on the bed. Alex now had full view of Greg and couldn’t help but smile at himself, proud that he had managed to actually get Greg to agree to this position, it was something they had done before but only in the dark. Greg, as it turned out, was quite easily embarrassed about his body and what bits he deemed acceptable to show.
“Gorgeous.” Alex whispered as he settled a hand in the centre of Greg’s back, the older man flinching a little at the contact but quickly relaxing into it. “If you change your mind about any of this just tell me to stop and I will. There’s no pressure here Greg, if you don’t like it just say so and we can do something else.” He watched Greg nod. “Talk to me baby.”
“Sorry. Yes I understand. Sorry I’m so, well, nervous about it.” Alex pressed a kiss to the bottom of his spine in acceptance and brought his other hand to join the first, long fingers stroking Greg’s back and sides, almost like soothing a nervous beast. He figured he would get Greg used to having this area of his body kissed, and in an effort to desensitise him to it he began to pepper kissed all across the bottom of his back and the top of his buttocks. His long fingers shifted from stroking Greg’s back to concentrating more on his hips and thighs, heightening the sensations and hopefully making Greg feel less anxious.
“You’re perfect. Just enjoy it baby.” He continued with the kisses however felt Greg tense when he moved lower, his kisses now covering his cheeks and edging ever closer to the more tender skin between his cheeks, the flesh there a little darker than the pale skin of his actual bum. “Fuck I’m so hard for you right now. I’m practically dripping.” Alex moaned, revelling in the throb of his erection and hoping that Greg would enjoy knowing just how much he really wanted this. Figuring he would just go for it, because Greg was still strangely silent and very tense, Alex pressed his face between Greg’s cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to the furl of muscle.
“Fuck!” Alex smiled into the soft flesh at his boyfriend’s exclamation and decided he would enthusiastically continue unless he heard anything associated with no or stop. He pressed another kiss to the dusky muscle before licking a stripe right across it. “Holy… Alex!”
“Do you want me to continue?” Alex couldn’t hide the chuckle in his voice.
“Please don’t stop.” Greg murmured, his face hot with embarrassment but his insides throbbing with the need to feel that warm wet sensation again. Instead of replying, Alex once more parted the flesh before him and dove right in like a starving man at a buffet. His tongue lapped at the tight ring of muscle, alternating between soft laps and gentle prods. His hands continued to hold Greg open and he allowed his fingers to massage the muscle, adding to the sensation as his mouth reduced Greg to an incoherent begging mess.
“Fuck you taste so good. Can feel you… feel you clenching round my tongue. Gonna lick you open, make you come with my tongue in your arsehole.” Alex moaned his words into Greg’s flesh, hot breath caressing the ever relaxing muscle, lips caressing the puckered flesh before his tongue stiffened to prod at the loosening ring of muscle.
“Oh good god!” Greg gasps, his breathing sounding laboured as his triesd to make sense of the assault on his senses. His brain was telling him that what Alex was doing shouldn’t be allowed as he was taught it was dirty and wrong, but the pleasure Alex was bringing him was making him tremble. “That feels… oh my… I… Alex… I…” The sentences didn’t make sense and Alex considered that a job well done, making his lover incoherent with pleasure. Whilst his mouth was still very occupied, Alex slid his hand up the inside of Greg’ thigh, stroking the soft skin as his fingers sought out Greg’ erection, grinning into his flesh when he encountered the now straining appendage, a far cry from the softness at the beginning. He wrapped his hand around the erection and began to stroke, matching the slide of his hand with the prod of his tongue. “Oh… I’m… I can’t… oh fucking hell!” Greg groaned and Alex felt him throb in his hand and his muscles spasm around his tongue and quickly realised that Greg was coming. Alex continued what he was doing until he heard Greg moan weakly and then eased off, his hand stopping to just hold Greg’ softening cock as he went back to softly kissing and licking instead of prodding and exploring.
“I love that I made you come from licking your arsehole and stroking your cock. Would do this everyday if you’d let me.” Alex murmured into Greg’ flesh before raising his head to press a kiss against the bottom of Greg’ spine, resting his chin there as he waited for Greg to come to his sense. “I want to make you feel this good all the time. Feel you take your pleasure from my body and because of my body.” Alex let go of Greg’ now soft cock and moved himself to lay beside him on the bed, smiling when he slumped down from his knees to lay face down in the centre of the bed, clearly unconcerned about the puddle of cum he had landed in.
“You’ve broken my brain!” Greg stated, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was planted in, but Alex heard him clear enough and chuckled, running his fingers through the silver blonde strands on Greg’ head until Greg turned his face to look at him. “That was… I don’t think… I don’t think I have the words.”
“I take it you enjoyed it then?” Alex raised an eyebrow in question and Greg blushed.
“I erm… well I think if we… err… if we do that again then I would maybe… like to well… like to watch you do it. If that would be okay?”
“Very much so. I think maybe one day we’ll have you sit on my face whilst I lick you open. Fuck the thought of that… amazing!” Alex moaned softly and palmed his still rock hard cock, alerting to Greg to the fact that Alex hadn’t come.
“Can I… can I help with that?” Alex grinned and fisted his own cock for a stroke or two, eyes never leaving Greg’s before he tilted his head and thought for a moment.
“I want to come all over that gorgeous ring of muscle I’ve just tongued loose.” Alex murmured, squeezing himself when he felt his orgasm rise at the thought of coming against Greg’ hole. “Can I?”
“Yes.” Greg’ reply was soft but the smile on his face told Alex that he was very much on board with Alex’s request. “How do you want me?”
“Oh fuck! On your knees again, please baby. Fuck!” Alex scrambled back to his knees and moved back between Greg’s spread thighs, however what he didn’t expect was for Greg to reach behind and hold himself open, giving Alex a perfect view. “Jesus Christ! This will be over embarrassingly quick.” Alex began to fist his cock, his hand moving rapidly over his erection as he used the thumb of his other hand to brush over the softly flexing muscle in front of him. “You’re perfect! I would spend all of my time in your arse if I could. Fuck I love you.” Alex gasped, his balls already tight to his body as he felt the familiar tingle in the bottom of his spine, a sure sign that his orgasm was there.
“I love you too. You’re the only man I ever want to do this with.” Greg gasped and those words were enough to tip Alex over the edge. He thrust his hips forward and replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, the heat of the twitching flesh scorching him. He unleashed spurt after spurt against Greg’s hole, feeling the flesh give just a little as he pressed his throbbing cock as close as he could possibly get without physically being inside the older man.
“Oh God Greg. So fucking perfect.” Alex pulled back a little and watched as the last weak spurt landed just below Greg’s coated anus and slowly dripped down towards his balls. “Oh, let me get… I’ll get a flannel to wipe you down.” Alex murmured, not moving for a moment as his eyes were transfixed by the mess he had made of Greg’ skin. “If I die right now there wouldn’t be a happier man.”
“Are you staring at your cum on my arsehole?” Greg sounded rather grumpy for a man who had just had a head spinning orgasm from rimming, however Alex paid no heed and continued to stare for a moment more before he headed into the bathroom to fetch a washcloth.
Once they were both clean and curled up in bed, Greg looked Alex in the eye but didn’t say anything for a couple of moments which made Alex frown.
“Okay?”
“What did you mean sit on your face?” Alex grinned, the gap in his teeth serving to make him look cheekier than a man in his thirties had any right to be.
“Well I mean exactly that. You’d kneel over my face so I could lick your hole from below.”
“You’re mental. I’m twenty stone. If I stumble or lose my balance I’ll snap your neck. Not happening.”
“That’s fine then. Next time I want you on your back with your knees pulled to your chest so I have access to absolutely everything. Fuck I’m gonna tease you for hours.” Greg pressed a kiss to Alex’s lips before pressing another to his forehead, shuffling down the bed so he could lay his head on Alex’s chest.
“Goodnight. I love you.” Alex turned off the lamp before wrapping his other arm around Greg’s back and drifted off to sleep to the sound of Greg muttering to himself. “I can’t believe he wanted to put his tongue there.”