M Seeking M

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Instructions on Catnip, a Jarring Intermission, and EmbarrassingFantasy Swaps

"Uhh... I guess I'd like to see what happens when I..." I hovered the tip of my finger over the slight rise of his fat nipple through the tight stretch of his black shirt.

"Mmm," he rumbled and stretched back to expose more of his curled in chest. I pressed his nipple gently like a doorbell and felt foolish.

He moaned. "I like that. Even just light like that. I can hardly feel it but it makes me want more and that anticipation is so good."

I slid my fingers over his nipple and it stood up and puckered into this lovely nub that tented up the cloth. I whispered, "Can you, uh, show me what feels good?"

"This feels great but I also like this," he reached between us and grazed my nipple with the backs of his fingers and then rolled it between his thumb and index finger. My head flew back as my nipples stood to attention. "And this," he pulled my shirt up and slid down to nuzzle me with his lips, sucking my nipple into his mouth and slowly sliding his flat tongue over me.

"Oh god!"

"You like that?" he smiled up at me. "You know, that's the best turn on for me. Seeing you react to stuff. That's my real catnip."

"Yeah?" I couldn't catch my breath again.

"Mmm, I love to hear you breathing like that, like I'm making you hard."

I involuntarily bucked my cock against him and he groaned and curled around me, pulling me hard against him.

I said, "That's a good groan I take it?" Maybe I was just teasing him and taking it slow was annoying, but the chest rumbles sounded pleased. "I mean when you say catnip, you mean like... 80% good?"

He laughed. "I mean 100%! In fact, any sound I make is pleasure, okay? If I don't like something, I'll just tell you straight up that it's un-catnip for me. Fair?"

"Sure."

"And I'm patient. I don't have to get off right away. I might go soft if I'm playing with you for a couple hours, but that's not about you, that's about the age of my cock. It'll come back if we pay it some attention."

"A couple hours?" I blinked.

"You gotta be somewhere?"

I shook my head really fast and he smiled slow. "I'd like all the time you wanna give me, Shad. Got a lot to learn about you."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." He slid his leg along mine and then pushed his knee between mine, lifting his thigh up until it was pressed up under my balls. "I'd like to touch and lick every inch of you, and see which parts are wired up to that brain the best. Then I'd like to make you come in my mouth." He brought one of my hands up to his mouth sucked on the fleshy heel part, lapping his tongue over my skin. "That sound okay?"

I blinked.

He said, "And your job is to make noise when you like it and to say something if you don't like it, or you know what, just shake your head if you can't figure out what to say. That'll work. Oh, and also your job is to follow whatever impulse comes to you and to be respectful of how I like it. Got it?"

"Right. Wow, you make it sound so... uhhh." I moaned as he sucked on my neck and the curve of my shoulder. I spent the next 34 minutes, (and I know because I kept glancing at the clock on his bedside table for some dumb reason) alternating between writhing around under his hands and tongue, and muttering nearly incoherent responses when he would press me for what I liked best. He said strange things like how he loved my collarbones, and the hollows low on my belly next to my hip bones, and how my legs were so lean and sculpted, they were edible. His words, not mine.