This chapter contains use of the f-slur in a sexual roleplaying context between two queer men.
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That first kiss made Sören weak, their tongues swirling slowly, sensually. One kiss became another, then another. After a deep, hungry kiss that seemed to go on forever, they pulled apart for air, and looked into each other's eyes.
Anthony traced Sören's lips with his thumb, heat in his eyes. Feeling mischievous, Sören began to suck on Anthony's thumb like it was a cock, working the thumb in and out of his mouth. Anthony's response to that was to give a little growl and start kissing and licking Sören's neck. Sören almost came untouched, cunt throbbing with need as Anthony discovered how deliciously sensitive he was there, whimpering around the thumb in his mouth as Anthony kissed, licked and nibbled down and back up Sören's neck.
When their mouths met again, tongues teasing, Anthony took Sören's right hand in his left and guided it down to the very hard bulge in his boxers. Sören groaned into the kiss, a shiver down his spine at the feel of how hard Anthony was.
Hard for him.
Sören had been so worried about being rejected because he had a vagina, and knowing that Anthony found him man enough to be this aroused by him made Sören feel giddy with euphoria. But it wasn't just about being accepted as male by another gay man. Sören really liked Anthony...
...and wanted him oh so very much. He'd fantasized about this moment countless times, and now it was here, and he was the horniest he'd ever been in his life. Sören wanted.
When they pulled apart again, Anthony gave him that smug, naughty smirk just before he rolled his T-shirt up over his head and off. Sören looked down at the rock-hard bulge twitching in Anthony's boxers, then back up at Anthony's torso. Sören ran his hands down the greying dark pelt, then back up. He wanted to feel every inch of Anthony's body, wanted to explore, pleasure, worship. As they kissed, Sören's hands brushed down Anthony's shoulders to his arms, then his fingers were in Anthony's chest hair again. His thumbs played with Anthony's nipples, hardening them, making Anthony moan.
Anthony kissed his neck again, and reached for the hem of Sören's shirt. Sören felt a momentary twinge of panic at Anthony seeing his top surgery scars - they were faded but still visible - but he let Anthony take off his shirt. Then Sören decided to just bite the bullet and let Anthony see all of him, hoping that it would still be fine. He got up, dropped his boxer shorts, and stood there for a moment with his bush exposed. Anthony stared at it for a moment, then at Sören's nipple rings - which he'd gotten post-top-surgery as a way of further reclaiming his body - and his mouth opened slightly.
Sören reflexively took a step back, not sure of how to interpret that reaction, again bracing himself for the "nice in theory, squick in practice" rejection. But then Anthony smiled, took off his boxers, came over and pulled Sören against him and kissed him again.
They kissed their way to the bed. Anthony climbed over him and kissed and licked Sören's neck again, smiling at the way Sören moaned and arched to him, feeling like he was drowning in sensation.
Before Anthony's mouth claimed his once more, Sören's anxiety once again nudged him. "You're sure you're OK with..." Sören gestured below the waist.
Anthony rose up, kneeling over him. He looked down at his cock and Sören looked down at it too - still hard and, as if on cue, a drop of precum began rolling down the shaft. "I think so, yeah," he said with that smirk, and Sören smiled. Then Anthony's cock twitched like it was waving and Sören giggled madly with relief.
Anthony leaned in again, kissed Sören hungrily, and whispered, "I want you." He kissed the sweet hollow where neck and shoulder met and Sören moaned, clutching at him. He was drenched and his clit felt almost painfully hard.
But then another, new and different, anxiety came to the forefront of Sören's mind. He put a finger to Anthony's lips, remembering that Anthony had a quarter of a gummy and this was his first time with weed since college. "Are you sure you're not too high to consent?"
Anthony gave him an amused look. "Quite."
Sören wanted to test it anyway. "What's your date of birth?"
"February fourth, 1980. Aquarius."
"What's your mother's name?"
"Elaine."
"Count backwards from 100 to 90."
"100, 99, 98... 69... 420..." Anthony chuckled, and Sören couldn't help but laugh.
"OK smartass," Sören said.
"See, I told you. I'm not too high to consent."
"Hi Not Too High To Consent, I'm Sö -"
Anthony tweaked Sören's nose with an exaggerated sigh as Sören had another gigglefit.
"You know," Anthony said, "I'm older. I should be the one making dad jokes."
"Hi Older I Should -"
Anthony silenced him with a kiss and a growl, and then he joined Sören in laughter.
It was Sören's turn to smirk. "You can't take my dad jokes, but you can be my daddy if you want." He bit his lower lip, hoping Anthony would indulge him and not think it creepy.
"Mmmmm, I'd like that a lot." Anthony kissed him again. And again. Then Anthony stopped, eyes suddenly wide.
"You OK?" Sören asked.
"Can I... um..." Anthony cleared his throat and sat up. "Can I ask you some questions? I don't want to be rude and invasive, but also I really, really don't want to fuck this up."
"OK." Sören nodded.
Anthony looked off to the side, took a moment to collect his thoughts, and glanced back at Sören. "Are you a top or a bottom?"
"Yes."
Anthony snickered.
"I lean bottom," Sören explained, "but I'm fine with topping too. However, I didn't bring a strap with -"
Anthony put up a hand. "I'm a versatile top - I prefer to top most of the time, once in awhile I enjoy getting railed, so it sounds like we're very compatible there." Anthony cocked his head to one side, concern on his face. "Are you capable of getting -"
"Pregnant? I don't have a period anymore, thank fuck, so probably not."
"OK good. I've never had a vasectomy or anything, because I've never..." Anthony looked at Sören's bush, then in Sören's eyes.
"Jæja, don't worry, I get it."
"I can get condoms if you still want to use them, but I haven't had sex in two years and I'm sure I don't have anything."
"It's been even longer than that for me and I know I don't have anything."
"Jesus, that long?" Anthony shook his head. "You're bloody gorgeous, I can't believe -"
Sören pointed to his bush. "Believe." He was pleased with Anthony's compliment, but he didn't want to go into his fraught dating history and how many times he'd been rejected if not outright mocked for what he had below the belt.
Anthony took Sören's hand and kissed it, sympathy in his eyes. Then he glanced down at Sören's cunt again, with that same open-mouthed look as when he'd first seen it, but this time his breath hitched. "That leads me to my final set of questions."
"You should have been a lawyer."
Anthony's laughter rang out. "Questions help me in medicine, too, you know. ANYWAY - is there any part of you that is not OK for me to play with, or any activity you don't want me to do? I don't want to make you feel... uh."
"Dysphoric."
"Dysphoric. Yeah. And... what do you call your bits? I don't want to off-"
The way Anthony phrased the question made Sören crack up laughing. The way Anthony turned beetroot and made a Muppety cringe face made Sören laugh even harder, and then Sören tried to pull himself together and quickly reached up to affectionately boop Anthony's nose. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. 'Your bits'." Sören began breathing heavier and lowered his voice an octave. "Oh yeah, baby, show me your bits..."
Anthony doubled over, shaking as he joined Sören in the hilarity. "No, it's OK. I, ah. I knew this was going to be awkward but..." He leaned on Sören, and the way he grinned as he laughed made Sören melt. "Cha cha real smooth."
"Super smooth." Sören kissed the tip of his nose.
"I'm a dork."
"It's cute." Sören bit his lower lip. "It's kind of weirdly hot."
Anthony smirked. "Sounds like you have a dork fetish."
Sören laughed so hard at that he snorted - which made Anthony tear up - and then Sören said, "I think we both do."
"Damn straight." Anthony wrinkled his nose. "Well, not straight, really."
They kissed again, then Sören exhaled. "So, as far as any no-gos, like, I don't have a laundry list of my kinks offhand, but if you're just talking about tonight, I'd say no to anal for now just because I've never done it before and would need to be... more prepared than this. But I have a bonus hole."
"I'd got that, yeah," Anthony said, looking at Sören's cunt again, then his eyes.
"As far as what I call it, I'm fine with pretty much any word you want to use. Clit, dick, cock, cunt, pussy, hole. I've been around enough gay bottoms that pussy isn't dysphoric the way for me that it might be for other trans guys. But um, the term 'front hole' kind of turns me off though."
"Understood."
"Thank you for asking first and not just assuming."
"I did a little research," Anthony said. "Again, I'm not a chaser, I just... didn't want to -"
"I know," Sören said, and rewarded him with a kiss. "You're good." He smiled and stroked Anthony's cheek; Anthony leaned into his touch with a sweet smile that took Sören's breath away.
They started kissing again, and a few kisses later they were kissing open-mouthed, tongues licking in a way that suggested Anthony was going to be good with that tongue. Sören felt himself get even harder and wetter, cream dripping, aching for relief. When Anthony's mouth was back on his neck, Anthony's fingers traced the flames on Sören's right arm, the waves on Sören's left arm. "I really like your ink," Anthony said softly, his breath tickling Sören's neck. "And your... piercings." Their eyes met and Anthony's brow furrowed with concern again. "So when you said you had no hard-no limits of where I can touch you, I assume -"
Sören realized what Anthony was talking about. "Jaeja, since I had top surgery it's fine if you want to play with my nipples, that's why I got them pierced." Then, feeling mischievous again, Sören's thumbs rubbed Anthony's nipples in circles, and Anthony groaned into Sören's neck.
Anthony kissed his way over Sören's sternum, and began to lap at Sören's right nipple as he played with the left. He suckled, tugged on the nipple ring with his teeth, and his tongue lashed again, harder. Sören cried out and bucked, feeling those not-quite-orgasm flutters. Anthony moaned with Sören's nipple in his mouth, then his tongue brushed more slowly. He turned to the other and gave it the same treatment, as his fingers rubbed and pinched the left nipple. He went back and forth, teasing until Sören's nipples were long, thick peaks and his breath was ragged; Sören could feel his thighs quivering, wanting him so badly.
Sören leaned in and kissed Anthony's neck, down to his chest. He licked at Anthony's chest hair, running his fingers through it, and then his lips latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, as his thumb worked the other nipple. Anthony moaned and the look of bliss on his face as Sören pleasured him fueled Sören's lust even hotter.
Sören licked and sucked at Anthony's nipples as his fingers wandered through the hair on Anthony's chest and arms and thighs, savoring how masculine he was. Anthony pet Sören's curls and then his own hands roamed over Sören's flesh, electrifying him.
Their mouths came together again, and Sören felt the head of Anthony's cock brush against his clit. Sören clutched at him with a guttural noise, almost coming, and heard himself whine, digging his nails in Anthony's sides, as Anthony licked his neck again.
"What do you want?" Anthony purred. "I want to spoil you."
As much as Sören wanted to feel that cock inside him, he thought about the times he'd sucked his dildo while fantasizing it was Anthony's cock, bringing himself to intense orgasms. Now he had the real thing and it was beautiful and he was craving for a taste of it. "Can I suck your cock, Daddy?" He batted his eyelashes. "Please?"
Anthony chuckled. "Yeah, you want to?"
"You have no idea how many times I've come thinking about doing that to you." Sören nuzzled him. "With a toy in my mouth, even."
"Oh Jesus Christ, that's fucking hot." Anthony's face lit up with that grin Sören loved, and as he rolled onto his back, propped up on a pile of pillows, his cock twitched and more precum rolled down his shaft. Sören licked his lips at it. "Now I feel less like a pervert for having had a wank or twenty about you."
Sören felt his mouth open slightly. A thrill went through him at the mental image of Anthony stroking that gorgeous cock, fantasizing about him. Sören swallowed hard. "Even after..."
"I told you I did research, once I found out." Anthony smirked. "Yes, Sören, you get me hot, just as you are." His fingers tenderly traced Sören's top surgery scars, then he reached down and his index finger caressed Sören's clit for the first time. Sören felt those not-quite-orgasm flutters again and his breath hitched. Anthony let out a low whistle. "Damn boy, you are wet." He brought his finger to his mouth to taste.
Sören was tempted to just climb on his cock, but... "It can get even more wet, especially if I suck you."
"Go for it, baby boy."
After another kiss, Sören dove down and greedily took as much of Anthony's cock in his mouth as he could. Their eyes locked and Anthony let out a deep, primal grunt of satisfaction as Sören began to bob his head, Anthony's cock working in and out of his mouth.
"God, you look so fucking hot sucking cock," Anthony rasped. Then he groaned and shuddered as Sören continued to suck at him.
Sören could feel himself getting even harder, wetter as he sucked, enjoying the feel of Anthony's shaft filling his mouth, making filthy gulping, suctioning sounds as he sucked Anthony like he was starving for it. Watching Anthony's responses - the look of ecstasy on his face, his moans and shaking gasps - was even hotter.
"You are so good at this," Anthony said. Then he smiled and stroked Sören's face and hair. "Such a good boy. Daddy's good boy."
Sören whimpered around the cock in his mouth and tried deep-throating it, encouraged by Anthony's praise. He found himself grinding into the mattress, desperate for relief as his lust burned, but it was just enough to tease.
Sören deep-throated him, gulping louder, until Anthony made a guttural noise. Sören's jaw needed a break so he playfully let Anthony's cock slip from his mouth and started licking up and down the shaft, tracing the veins with his tongue, making Anthony moan. Sören lapped up the flowing precum, and tapped the head of Anthony's cock against his tongue, making streamers. Then he licked around and around the head in circles, back and forth, and Anthony moaned again.
"Like that, Daddy?" Sören asked.
"God, yes." Anthony tousled Sören's curls.
Sören kept licking at the head of Anthony's cock, making more streamers with his tongue. He licked at the prominent frenulum, tongue lashing fast and hard then more slow, deliberate strokes. He licked his way down the shaft and started licking and sucking at Anthony's balls, while he slowly stroked Anthony's cock with his hand. Anthony's breath hitched and he made another guttural noise. "Fuck, you're good."
"Mmmmmm," Sören moaned with Anthony's balls in his mouth.
"Fuckkkkk. Daddy's good little cocksucker." Anthony gave him that cocky smile again. "You love being your Daddy's cocksucking faggot, don't you?"
"Mmmmhmmmm!" Being called a faggot by another gay man was a delicious hit of euphoria and Sören almost came with a sob of frustration, feeling like he was going to explode, but he was determined to make Anthony come in his mouth.
Sören licked at Anthony's balls some more, then up Anthony's cock, and Anthony pet his curls again with another "Good boy," then Anthony seized a handful of Sören's curls and pulled him up towards the head. "Get back to work, you fag."
"Oh fuck..." Sören's cunt throbbed, loving the way Anthony dominated him and seemed to know intuitively what hit his kinks. His lips wrapped around the head of Anthony's cock and he kissed it, swirling his tongue, as his right hand slid up and down the base of Anthony's shaft and his left hand gently played with Anthony's balls. Sören sucked and slurped at Anthony's cockhead until Anthony was visibly trembling, his breath ragged.
Anthony grabbed Sören's hair again and rocked his hips, fucking Sören's mouth. "I'm gonna come soon. You want Daddy to come in your mouth, baby boy?"
"Mmmhmm. Mmmhmm. Mmmmmm." Sören wanted that more than anything.
Anthony kept fucking Sören's mouth and Sören sucked away, worshiping that gorgeous cock, feeling Anthony's balls tighten under his hand. When he felt Anthony's cock pulsate in his mouth and their eyes met again, Sören knew Anthony was right there. "Gonna come, baby," Anthony ground out.
"Mmmmmm."
Anthony threw his head back and let out a shuddery sigh as he flooded Sören's mouth with lightly salty-sweet cream. Sören swallowed it, savoring the taste of him, and then he pulled back, catching his breath as he watched Anthony come down from his orgasm, a blissful smile on his face.
Anthony held out his arms and Sören leaned up and they kissed, sharing the lingering notes of cum. "Thank you, sweetheart," Anthony said, giving Sören's nose a boop, then a tender little kiss that made Sören giggle. He lay there for a moment, with Sören curled up on his chest, lazily petting him, and when Anthony's breathing slowed and his hand stopped Sören wondered if Anthony had dozed off - he reminded himself Anthony was over 40, and that was a thing older guys sometimes did, but he hoped not.
But then Anthony's fingers traced down Sören's spine, making him shiver, and his other hand reached down between Sören's legs. Anthony kissed him again and Sören whimpered into the kiss as Anthony found his clit, brushing it with his index finger.
"You want Daddy to make you come, baby boy?" Anthony nuzzled him.
Sören nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
Now it was Sören's turn to lean back against the pillows. He put another pillow underneath him, spread wide, and bent his knees. Anthony slid down and got a good look at Sören's cunt for the first time. Sören felt vulnerable, exposed like this, and for a brief instant he once again worried about rejection, but then Anthony's thumb was slowly rubbing his clit.
"That's some nice bottom growth you've got there, boy," Anthony said, looking at Sören's hard clit, then into Sören's eyes. Sören smiled at the compliment. Anthony smiled too. "Honestly, it looks more like you're growing a dick down there. It's kinda hot."
Sören's smile became a grin. He didn't even know what to say, feeling giddy and flustered and relieved.
"I bet it likes to be sucked like a cock," Anthony husked, and then he moved his head forward.
Sören watched as Anthony drew the clit into his mouth, and then - true to his word - sucked it like it was a cock, moving his head back and forth. The sight of his clit sliding in and out of Anthony's mouth was one of the hottest things Sören had ever seen in his life, and the feel of Anthony's mouth suctioning him got him right to that edge, shaking, clutching the sheets, making feral noises.
In the past, Sören had struggled with not being able to enjoy receiving oral, usually due to a combination of bad technique and dysphoria. But here was another gay man, who was honoring his cock. Who clearly had experience pleasuring cock. As badly as Sören needed to come, he held back, letting himself get lost in pleasure.
Sören got closer and closer, hearing his breathy moans - and Anthony moaning with his mouth full. Their eyes met again and Anthony gave him a lustful look as his lips let go of Sören's clit and he took a long, slow, teasing lick. Then another. He made streamers with his tongue as he lapped. "God, your precum is fucking delicious," Anthony whispered. He sipped and slurped and Sören cried out.
Then Anthony's tongue slipped inside him and Sören almost came, crying out again. "Mmmm, yeah, you taste good," Anthony growled. His tongue lapped at Sören's inner walls, exquisite torment, needing so badly to come but never wanting him to stop. "Does your little fag hole like that, boy?"
"Yes, Daddy..." Sören shuddered, again almost coming. "Oh, Daddy..."
Anthony tongue-fucked him, and Sören noticed Anthony's left shoulder was moving and Anthony was moaning into him again and he realized Anthony was stroking himself while he ate at him. Knowing Anthony was just as turned on as he was, made Sören even crazier with lust, intensifying the sensation. "Daddy. Daddy. Pabbi... Pabbi!"
Anthony made streamers with his tongue before it lashed at Sören's clit, and just before Sören could come from the rubbing of Anthony's tongue he was sucking Sören's clit again, harder, faster. A minute later Sören finally shattered, hearing himself call out "Daddy, Daddy, Pabbi, PABBI!" He pulsed, throbbed, soared with delight.
Anthony pulled back to watch Sören's clit twitch and his cunt contract, and his eyes widened and then Anthony trembled with a gasp and a groan. "Oh shit. Oh god. Oh fuck. FUCKKKKKK." His eyes fluttered as he doubled over beside Sören, panting, continuing to shake.
"Holy shit, did you come too?"
Anthony nodded, made a strangled sound, and quivered again.
Sören bit his lip and felt himself smiling so hard his face hurt. The joy combined with the sweet full-body release of his orgasm made him feel like he was floating.
When Anthony pulled himself together, he climbed up next to Sören. Sören looked down at the ropes of cum on Anthony's cock and couldn't help himself, licking it clean. With Anthony's cum on his tongue and Sören's cream on Anthony's tongue they kissed open-mouthed, rubbing their tongues together, making a sloppy mess, then they kissed deeply, the last embers smoldering - a promise there was more where that came from.
Eventually.
Sören's orgasm was so powerful that he felt himself nodding off, snuggled against Anthony's chest, safe in his arms. Just as he was in the last ebb of consciousness, he felt Anthony's lips on his forehead, and heard a whispered, "Sweet dreams, my good boy." And then warm, cozy sleep claimed Sören with another happy smile on his face.
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