Make Me Call Your Name ~ A Call Me By Your Name Smutty Story

1 - His List of Lovers

Elio

I lay on Oliver's chest. His controlled breathing was heavy due to us just having fucked minutes earlier. I however, was not so composed. I was red, hot and barley conscious after Oliver had his way with me.
"You enjoyed that?"

As if he didn't already know, as if he didn't hear the noises that I had made.
"Yes Oliver."
"Good." He said, his thumb fiddling with my lower lip.
He wanted me to go down on him. As tired as I was, I would never pass up a chance to pleasure him.

I moved under the duvet and felt down his chest and to his thick cock. It wasn't completely flaccid, still having excess blood filling it from when he fucked me minutes prior.
I gripped the base of it and moved my mouth onto him. He let out a long, deep groan.

His fingers grip my hair and carefully lifted me off his cock.
"Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio." He said in quick succession.
"Did I do it wrong?"
I felt stupid saying that. There was nothing to do wrong. I had only put it in.
"You did it perfectly, I'm just not in the mood."
"But lip touching is our code."

The codes were ways we could signal to each other in public. If we were horny or wanted to be swallowed or if we were hard. Although Oliver had said he didn't need a code to know when I was hard. But I found them helpful. It made me feel special that we could communicate without any one else knowing.

My conservative grandparents would be in the same room as us, while Oliver told me how he was going to fuck me that night. They would never know that him playing with his lip would get me hard in seconds. Never know that seconds later we would be in the next room, trying not to make a sound. Something about that pleased me.

"I'd forgotten. I was just touching because I like to."
"I like when you do too." I told him, lying back where I was before. "Oliver."
"Yes Elio."
"Where did the codes come from?"
"One of my past flings used them. She liked the thrill."

Whenever he'd mention another lover, or 'fling' as he called them, I got uncomfortable and grew jealous. He was the only person I had ever been with. He'd always be special in that way. But I wouldn't be, I wasn't even the first guy he had been with. I couldn't take his virginity in anyway, or try anything new that he hadn't done.

"Oh."
"Don't be jealous."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are. You're the best I've ever had." He tried to assure me.
Lies. Kind lies, but still lies. I couldn't believe a skinny, near-virgin who didn't know what he was doing, was the best a bronze, blond, tall, handsome and well traveled man had fucked.

"We both know that's false."
"You're the most energetic. Most girls wouldn't put their mouths around a cock. And most guys can't admit that they like men, so leave you blue in the balls until they can't take it any longer. Where as you, dear Elio, can't keep your hands off me."
He wasn't lying about that.

"Tell me about all the people."
"Which people?"
"The ones you've fucked and the ones who've fucked you."
"You know the seven."
The 'seven deadly sins' I had named them.
"Eight." I corrected. "You've fucked me."

"I could never forget you."
He sat up, rolling me off him.
"Now, the suns up and I need to eat."
I wrapped my self around his torso, hoping that feeling my erection on his lower back would get him hard.
"One more round." I begged.

He sighed and unlinked my arms, causing me to fall softly into a pile of duvet.
"As much as you may think it Elio, this cock is not magic."
Oliver moved to the side of the bed, his feet touching the tiled floor. He stretched and then stood, bringing a dressing gown from the bedside table and around his tanned skin.

Even in the dim light, I could see everything. His considerably size hanging by his legs.
"I, like every man, have fallen to the problem that our cocks are badly design chunks of flesh that control our actions-"
I tuned the rest of his sentence out; something about wanting to be continuously aroused and satyrs.

"Hey, Vocal, my eyes are up here."
"Yes, but the organ that fucks me is down there."
"I thought you said my eyes were the best thing about me."
I moved to the edge of the bed, lying on my back, my head off the side and in between his legs.
"Do what you can do with this."
I extended my neck up and gave his tip the smallest licks.
"With your eyes and then we can re-discuss what's my favourite part of yours."

"Horny fucker." He told me.
"Hey. I'm a seventeen year old boy! What do you expect." I said with a large grin.
Oliver sniggered.
"Breakfast and that's what I'm going to get."
I sat up, gesturing to his gentiles.
"You're going down like that?"
He tied the cincture, closing the dressing gown around him, making himself decent. He pulled at the sides covering his chest, loosening them, so he could show of his muscles.

"Satisfied?"
"No. Your bulge is huge."
The fabric had done nothing to conceal or restrain his cock. The outline of it was prominent.
"I know."
He winked at me and went downstairs.

Fucker!