Fight or Flight

Sal Vulcano was in a fight or flight situation...or so he felt at that very moment as his lovers cock pointed straight at his face. A wide toothy smile was splayed on his lips despite the nervousness he felt. "I can't..." He said with a laugh. "I can't do it!" He rubbed his face firmly with his hands for a moment, shaking his head as he spoke, "I just can't do it, Q."

Brian Quinn tisked; he stood in front of Sal with one foot inside of his boxers that lay on the floor, his hand gripped around his dick and holding it in front of Sal who was seated on his couch. "Baby," Brian said softly, bringing his free hand down to Sal's chin and tipping it up to meet his eyes. "I give you amazing head any time you want it, don't I?" Brian tugged on his cock as he ran his thumb over Sal's lower lip. "I just want you to try it. Come on. Lick it for me." Sal laughed again, shaking his head away from Brian's hold on his chin as he exclaimed, "I can't. I have a weak gag reflex!"

Brian grinned and laced his fingers through Sal's hair, gripping it and tilting his head back as he leaned down to kiss him tenderly. He pumped his cock in his hand and tugged Sal's hair with his other, earning a moan from him. Sal slid his hands up Brian's thighs and playfully squeezed them right above the knees, a spot so ticklish on Brian that it made him jerk back in surprise, breaking their kiss; he did so with a lighthearted chuckle.

"C'mon, Sal...I'm not asking you to do this every day. I'm asking you to do it this one time...for me?" Brian asked as sweetly as he could, brushing his fingers through Sal's hair lovingly. Sal stared up at Brian's dark eyes that clearly conveyed desire, as did the erection mere inches from his mouth. Sal's heart raced at the idea of performing oral sex. It wasn't that he didn't want to, exactly. It was the idea of a penis going into his mouth, plain and simple. A penis; a body organ used to urinate. That was the hardest fact to get over for him. It was completely different than love-making.

Sal cared immensely for Brian and felt in his heart of hearts that he'd do anything for his best friend; his lover. This was the ultimate test of 'anything' he supposed.

Sal took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, somewhat shaky as he rubbed the palms of his hands against the knees of his jeans. "I wanna feel your mouth...just once..." Brian said in a quieter tone. At hearing these words, Sal felt his stomach flutter with excitement. He understood from Brian's perspective suddenly, as if he'd never considered it. And he really hadn't. He knew how incredible it was to feel Brian's lips wrapped around his own manhood; of course Brian would want reciprocation. Sal couldn't help but play hard to get sometimes. That was just simply who he was.

"All right," Sal sighed, looking up at Brian who stood in front of him. "I'm gonna do this. Just a little bit! And take your shirt off, you look insane!" They laughed together and Brian let go of his cock to slip his shirt off, now standing nude and letting his arms hang at his sides. Sal felt a stirring in his jeans at the sight of Brian with his long hair shadowing his face and shoulders, completely bare and rock-hard; he was so devastatingly attractive in this moment.

Sal's heart pounded with thick thuds inside his chest as he eyed over Brian's erection that stood so proudly before him, ready for attention. Brian nibbled at his lower lip in thoughtful anticipation as he watched Sal bring his hand up and take hold of his cock. This part wasn't new to Sal; he gave a mean oiled-up-hand-job, something Brian thoroughly enjoyed.

Sal licked his lips and took another breath as he began to lean forward but paused as Brian spoke. "Look at me Salvatore." Sal cut his eyes upward and his gaze locked with Brian's. Brian moved his hand to Sal's chin, running his thumb over it and trailing his fingers along his bearded jawline. "Kiss it." Brian said, not asked. Sal's own cock sprung to life between his thighs; he so loved the dominant side of his lover when it came out. Suddenly, he felt ready for the task at hand. All it took was some serious assertion.