Baggage

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

ON THE drive home, Chandler kept glancing over to Marcus, not making eye contact but taking in different parts of his physical being. As he sat in the passenger seat, his feet flat on the floorboard, his lean thighs and long legs splayed in opposite directions. Chandler imagined kneeling between them, running his fingertips the entire distance of each inner thigh from kneecap to groin.

He caught a glimpse of Marcus’ washboard abdomen, the slick fabric of the Under Armor shirt stretched taut across the ridges of his abdominal muscles. He imagined pressing his lips against each one of those ridges, tracing his palm across them as they contracted and relaxed.

He looked at Marcus’ broad shoulders and chiseled chest. His pecs cried out, begging to be touched, to be worshiped, and Chandler wanted to oblige them. He wanted to peel off the second skin of his tight-fitting shirt and find that silky smooth skin with his fingers. His tongue. He wanted to lick and suck the small round nubs at the center of each pec, taste them with his tongue and tweak them with his teeth.

That neck. Oh, God, and that collarbone. Chandler needed to bury his face in the crevice and inhale Marcus’ scent. He needed to kiss that neck and work his way back up past his chin to those luscious, soft lips.

“What are you thinking?” The sound of Marcus’ voice jolted Chandler and brought him back to reality.

“Nothing,” Chandler lied.

Marcus laughed. “You’re not a good liar. I know what you were thinking. I can tell.”

Chandler failed miserably as he attempted to suppress a smile. “I was thinking how incredible you look.”

“And...?”

“And, you know that really excited feeling you get when you know something’s about to happen?”

“Yeah.” His smile widened. “Like when you know in a few minutes you’re about to be sucked off.”

“Or that you’re about to be sucking someone off.”

“Or both.”

“Yeah,” Chandler said, and as he spoke, his voice betrayed him, quavering slightly. “And your pulse quickens. You want it so bad. You want it so bad you don’t think you can wait a second longer.”

“And your c**k throbs in anticipation.” He grabbed Chandler’s hand and pulled it into his lap.

“But you have no choice. You have to wait.” Chandler pulled his hand away and gripped the steering wheel in his standard ten and two o’clock position.

“You’re a tease. You know that?”

Chandler’s mouth dropped open slightly. “Me? Look who’s talking.”

As he pulled into the trailer park, it was all Chandler could do to observe the fifteen-mile speed limit. He allowed the speedometer to creep up almost to twenty and didn’t even come to a complete stop at the speed bumps. He parked in his usual spot under the canopy and tried to feign a casual air as he led the way down the sidewalk to his front porch.

Once inside, he didn’t have time to even turn around before he felt Marcus’ hands on him, gripping his shoulders and sliding down his arms. Chandler froze as Marcus leaned in and kissed the side of his neck.

“You know...” Chandler began, “I was planning to take a shower when I got back home.”

“I guess it’ll have to wait,” Marcus whispered, spinning Chandler around to face him. “I ain’t waiting that long.”

Kissing Marcus back at the restaurant had been sensational, and the thought of being further intimate excited Chandler beyond his wildest dreams. But now the time had come and his fantasy was about to become reality, Chandler’s mind began to play tricks on him.

How could a hot-looking, young guy like Marcus be interested in someone like him? He’d heard of lots of relationships with age differences. Though age remained an issue in his mind, his doubts stemmed from much deeper issues. He had nothing to offer. Chandler lived comfortably, but he certainly didn’t have money. He wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous. He didn’t even have social connections.

And worst of all, he and Marcus didn’t match up physically. Chandler at best was average.

“You already forgot everything I told you back at the restaurant. Didn’t you?” Marcus looked into his eyes. “You’re already freaking out, doubting yourself.”

Chandler nodded.

The press of Marcus’ lips against his own alleviated a few of his fears, but only for a moment. When Marcus pulled back, he continued to look into Chandler’s eyes. “That morning we first met, when you drove me to work, I already knew. I could tell by the way you looked at me you wanted something more than friendship.”

“I... uh... I wanted more, yeah. But I never expected....”

“I love it when a guy looks at me like that. Hungry for me. Lusting, totally hot for me. But I started to figure out after a couple days it wasn’t gonna happen unless I did something about it.”

“Marcus—”

“Because you’re too shy. Right?”

Chandler slowly nodded.

“You’re not used to being the pursuer. You’re not used to making the first move.”

“I just get scared. I feel like I’m being too presumptuous. What right do I have to assume someone as amazing as you would want....”

“I told you to stop putting yourself down.”

Chandler gulped. “I don’t mean it that way.” He took a step back and turned away from Marcus, walking toward the kitchen. “I didn’t even know you were... um... that you even liked guys. I thought you were totally straight.”

“You’re making excuses. I made it clear to you.”

Chandler scrubbed his palms across his face and spun back around to face Marcus again, this time with some distance between them. “All right. You’re right. I’m too shy. I don’t have confidence like you do. I don’t make the first move. Ever. I recede into myself and pull away from people because I don’t think....”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’m worthy.”

Marcus stepped closer. “Listen to me. You’re a giver. Everything about you—your personality, your lifestyle, the choices you make about how you live—you spend your entire life giving to people. Serving them.”

“How can you possibly know that?” Chandler raised his voice. “How can you say something like that about me?”

“Dude, it’s not an insult.” He held his arms out, palms up. “It’s an observation. A compliment! You’re like my mom used to be. Like I told you, you’re one of the good guys.”

“Why do we have to make this so complicated? You’re horny, and I’m a cocksucker. Why can’t I just blow you and be done with it?”

Marcus tilted his head back and laughed. “Tempting....”

“Stop mocking me!”

“I’m not mocking you, Chandler.” Suddenly he became serious. “Believe me, you’ll get plenty of this c**k. And once you’ve had it, you’ll be begging for more.”

Chandler placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. “So cocky.”

“Just the way you want it. You’re shy. You won’t make the first move. You constantly doubt yourself. Chandler, you’re totally submissive. And what you’ve been dying for—what you’ve secretly hoped and prayed for all this time—is to meet someone like me. You want a man who’ll look out for you, who’ll take care of the things that make you uncomfortable.”

“Bullshit!”

“A strong, muscular man with rippling biceps who can carry your bags of dirt.”

“Stop it!”

“A guy who’ll drag you into the bathroom of a public restaurant and make you grope him. Who’ll shove his tongue down your throat!”

“Marcus!”

“Suck my c**k!”

Chandler glanced over to the hallway, to where his brother’s bedroom door remained closed. Without another word he slid to his knees on the kitchen tiles and reached for the button of Marcus’ jeans.

Fumbling frantically, he somehow managed to undo the button and peel back the fly. Marcus raised one hand above his head to grab hold of the frame of the archway, stretching in the process. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing a smooth plane of flesh below his navel. Chandler grasped the waistband of Marcus’ boxers and tugged them downward. He had to stretch the elastic, pulling it outward in order to get past the steel pole that suddenly sprung forth.

Chandler inhaled deeply as he took in both the sight and scent of the most impressive c**k he’d ever seen. At least eight throbbing inches. Maybe nine. The big, mushroom head jutted forward like a torpedo, and as Chandler savored the once-familiar aroma of musk, he couldn’t hold back a single second longer.

Opening his mouth wide, he leaned in and devoured the entirety of the gorgeous c**k, sealing his lips in an expertly tight suction around the shaft. He shielded Marcus’ velvet-hard pole from his teeth by using his lips, a trick he’d learned long ago with Daniel.

Marcus moaned as Chandler swallowed most of his c**k. Pressing his tongue against the sensitive underside of Marcus’ shaft, he pulled back, sliding back up to the head before devouring him a second time.

A sound from his brother’s bedroom caused Chandler to jerk away, pulling completely off Marcus and leaping to his feet. He glanced down the hall at the bedroom door. Still closed.

“Come on!” Chandler grabbed Marcus’ hand and pulled him down the hall, past his brother’s door and into his own master bedroom at the end of the hallway. Marcus’ jeans and underwear still hung down on his thighs, and he was using one hand to hold onto them and keep them from slipping down farther. He laughed as Chandler shut the door behind him and shoved Marcus toward the bed.

Without objection, Marcus flopped back onto the mattress, and Chandler again slid to his knees. This time he found the courage to be a tad more aggressive. He grabbed the waistbands of the jeans and boxers and forced them down past Marcus’ thighs. He then hefted one of his shoes and pulled on the heel, peeling it off Marcus’ size-thirteen foot. Then he repeated the action with the other foot and at last completely stripped him from the waist down.

Marcus spread his legs as he positioned himself on the very edge of the mattress. He leaned back, holding himself upright with his palms against the mattress behind him and smiled. This was the exact position Chandler had fantasized about in the car. He slid between Marcus’ outstretched legs and ran his fingertips across his long, beautiful thighs.

Marcus moaned as his rock-hard c**k bobbed in front of Chandler’s face. “I knew you’d be good at this,” Marcus whispered.

Chandler reached up with one hand to grip the base of Marcus’ c**k, and with his other, gently cupped his balls. He pressed his lips against the shiny, swollen cockhead, and looked up into Marcus’ eyes. Pausing momentarily for effect, he then slowly descended, pressing his tongue flat against the frenulum and the sensitive skin surrounding it. Marcus’ head lolled back as he moaned. Chandler descended further, tracing the prominent ridge of the urethra with his tongue. More. Farther. Deeper. Continuing until Marcus had filled him and his bulbous cockhead reached the back of Chandler’s tongue.

With still at least two inches of c**k remaining to be swallowed, Chandler cranked his jaw and pushed himself farther, opening his throat. “Ahh fuuck!” Marcus exclaimed as his shaft slid into the tight channel of Chandler’s throat. It had been a while since Chandler had deepthroated a c**k, but perhaps it really was like riding a bike. The skill he’d acquired in his youth immediately came back, and he didn’t even have to contend with a gag reflex.

Once he’d taken the entirety of Marcus’ c**k inside him, Chandler held his breath and bobbed his head slightly, gulping to constrict his throat around the shaft. The reflexive thrusting of Marcus’ pelvis told Chandler he’d found the sweet spot. He backed off only slightly, then plunged back down to repeat the action and continued until at last he had no choice but come up for air.

He inhaled deeply through his nose as he slid back up the shaft, which was now slick with saliva. Using his right hand, he gripped the steel-hard shaft and stroked, jacking it as he sucked the glans and top end of Marcus’ c**k, thus ensuring constant stimulation. He then used a coordinated mouth-hand technique to rapidly slide up and down the shaft, twisting his hand all the way around the slick shaft.

“Jesus Christ!” Marcus moaned again, leaning farther back on the bed. Chandler glanced up to see him propped on his elbows.

Unable to resist, he removed one hand from Marcus’ ballsac and reached up to caress the plane of flesh below his navel. That flat expanse on the young man’s smooth, slender body excited him, and his fingers danced playfully, tickling their way down toward Marcus’ bristly pubes.

He pulled his mouth away from Marcus’ c**k, but continued to rhythmically stroke with his hand, and pressed his lips against Marcus’ balls. They’d already begun to pull up, indicating it wouldn’t take much more work to get him off. But Chandler wanted to provide him full service. He wanted this first blowjob to last long enough to be memorable. He began to lick the testicles, diving in farther in order to trail his tongue all the way down to the perineum, then back up. He lapped them, laving each of Marcus’ balls with his slick tongue.

Marcus squirmed on the bed, his legs bouncing and jiggling slightly, indicating Chandler had discovered a ticklish spot. When at last Chandler pulled away, he looked up at Marcus once again. “You’re bad!” Marcus said. “You’re fuckin’ evil.”

Chandler grinned before refocusing his attention on Marcus’ shaft. Time to get serious. Once more, he wrapped his mouth around the c**k and began to suck. Using no hands, he slid all the way down to the root, impaling his throat, then back up halfway. Down again. Then up. Down. Up. Faster and faster, applying more intense suction.

As Marcus began to moan, Chandler felt him grab hold of his shoulders, apparently now leaning forward on the bed. Chandler’s own excitement grew as he knew the point of no return was fast approaching. He sucked harder and faster, working for the ultimate prize.

“Oh f**k! I’m gonna shoot! f**k man! Ahh!”

Chandler dove all the way down, pressing his nose against Marcus’ pubes. With his tongue pressed flat against the shaft, he felt the trigger of Marcus’ blast firing into the urethra. Keeping the cockhead lodged in his throat he gulped, effectively pumping the load up the shaft, milking him.

Marcus convulsed, his legs twitching and his body trembling as he released a guttural howl of animalistic pleasure. His c**k pulsed against Chandler’s tongue as he fired jet after hot, steamy jet of creamy c*m straight down Chandler’s throat. Seconds later, as Marcus wrapped his hands around the sides of Chandler’s face and gently pulled him off his c**k, Chandler tasted the salty, chlorine-like taste of his seed.

“Oh f**k,” Marcus said, staring down into Chandler’s eyes. “You’re f*****g amazing.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against Chandler’s, kissing him passionately. Chandler opened his mouth and responded, allowing Marcus to taste himself on his tongue.

Marcus then scooped Chandler up, sliding his hands beneath his armpits and pulling him onto the bed bedside him. “My turn,” he said, pushing against Chandler’s chest to lower him onto the bed.

“No, wait!” Chandler objected. He pointed down to his groin, indicating a very noticeable wet spot. “Too late. I already came in my pants.”

Marcus grinned. “Really?”

Chandler nodded. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Fuckin’ hot!” They kissed again.