Dating Rules and Pretty Fools Chapter 9

Dating Rules And Pretty Fools – Ch. 9

By Laura S. Fox

Gay Erotica

Intended for Mature Audiences Only

This story will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age.

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Chapter Nine – Into the Light of Another

The camera had long been forgotten, as Hudson pressed his lips firmly against the soft ones opening for him like a delicate flower. How could some people walk through the world without any of its darkness marring the most beautiful part of them? Yes, he wasn't mincing words; he meant every one of them as he praised Otis, and it wasn't only his physical appearance that made him so. Otis's beauty shone from the inside and it spilled out of him through his mysterious eye, through the way his mouth opened to talk so innocently about things both big and small, without ever making a difference between them and treating all of them with the same deference as if the whole world mattered.

In the Twinlight basement, his skin had turned so cold, crawling with apprehension, and now he felt warm as he touched the supple body moving ever so gently under his fingertips. This new experience reminded him of a song talking about how cracks were only there to let the light in, only that Otis, the whole of him, was the perfect opposite, and it was the light radiating from him, as kind as his soul was, and warming those living outside in the gray dull world.

A soft cute moan from the other pulled him out of his musings, and the reality of their hard bodies meeting rippled like an earthquake aftershock through him. He brought one hand to caress Otis's face, the curve of his neck over the heart buckle of the choker, the expanse of a collarbone until he wrapped it around a smooth shoulder. Hudson felt as if he wanted to fill his hands with the lovely being shuddering slightly under him for as long as time allowed him.

Such luxuries were meant for further examination at another time. Without needing a map and a compass, he knew very well what Otis needed, despite his innocence. "Is this all right?" he asked in a ragged voice, as he traced an invisible line from Otis's solar plexus down to his bellybutton and then lower. Even that part of him was as cute as the rest. Hudson felt a deep need to tease Otis until he heard him cry out, incapable of letting his pleasure soar higher.

"Everything is all right when I'm with you," Otis breathed out and watched him with both eyes, unlike before.

Hudson caught himself in time. He wanted to touch that raised skin, that scar, and ask Otis about it and learn everything about whoever had hurt him so that he could chase them to the end of the world and hurt them back. The only thing keeping him from doing so was that he didn't want to risk Otis shutting him out because he wanted too much too soon.

Hudson dared to venture further. Now, he was cupping the smooth ball sac in his right hand, rolling the testes inside slowly. He needed to proceed with caution. Everything about Otis screamed that he was an innocent in every aspect. Therefore, no matter how willing his gorgeous neighbor was, it was in his hands to respect that lack of knowledge and handle it with care.

"What about here?" Hudson asked and pressed his thumb on the engorged head of Otis's cock.

It was, indeed, such a cute thing, not too long, but not too short, either, a bit on the thick side, which was surprising for someone of Otis's slender frame. In Hudson's eyes it was simply perfect and, given free rein, he wanted to gorge himself on it, swallow it to the hilt and lick it at length. However, he needed to ask, and in terms that would leave no room for misunderstanding.

"You..." Otis whispered, lost for words as he seemed.

"You will have to do better than that. I need to hear you," Hudson said gently. "Can you put it into words? Can you ask me?"

"I..." Otis began again. His hands were running freely through Hudson's short hair, tentative at first, but progressively bolder. "I want you to--" He swallowed and couldn't continue.

"Allow me to help you. I will tell you what I want, and then you'll either agree or not. Is that okay?" Otis nodded eagerly. "I want to put my mouth on your cock," Hudson said firmly. The look of perfect astonishment that met his eyes convinced him – as if there was any need – that Otis mustn't have done such a thing with anyone else until now. No one could be that good an actor and pretend to be innocent in this day and age. "Have you ever done this with anyone? Has anyone sucked you off?"

"No," Otis whispered.

"Would you like me to?"

"I would love it." The affirmative was finally spoken in a firmer voice.

So Hudson let his wishes come true as he locked eyes with Otis and took him in his mouth.

***

Were they skipping steps by going directly to that? Otis didn't think so, because everything felt too right to be wrong. Hudson was, without a doubt, most generous to offer something of the kind. When he had seen videos of men doing that sort of thing, Otis had found himself prey to so much desire that he had never lasted longer than a couple of minutes. According to plenty of articles he had read online, men in general considered that lack of stamina to be shameful and, under any other circumstances, Otis would have said `no' to Hudson's offer. However, since he was learning and Hudson was his teacher, there was no shame in being what the Internet called `a fast shooter'.

But what if Hudson minded such a thing? What if he couldn't conduct his lesson properly because Otis was too fast? He needed to ask. "I might," he said with difficulty while the contact of firm lips with that part of him made his back arch off the sofa, "be too fast."

Merciful in his own right, Hudson removed his mouth for a moment. "It doesn't matter. I will enjoy it either way."

"All right, all right then," Otis repeated for the sake of giving himself courage. "Please proceed with, um --"

"With blowing you?" Hudson's dark eyes flashed at him.

Otis felt his cheeks turning crimson. Then, he steeled himself. Wasn't he the one who said that he needed to get rid of his shyness and become bolder in his interactions with men? Hudson was a man, and not only. He was his teacher and someone who would accepts his missteps on the matter. "Yes, please," he confirmed, but his voice was shaky and nothing like the bold person he hoped to become.

"Say it," Hudson encouraged him. "Say it with your own words, but say it as dirty as you can."

Dirty was another word for sexy, as Otis had dutifully had written down in his secret notebook. Now, that was quite the tall order and he had no idea if he could pull it off. Nonetheless, he was there to learn, which meant that he could at least try. "I want you to--" he started bravely and then stopped abruptly. "May I start again?"

Hudson stuck out his tongue and licked the head of Otis's member slowly. Otis trembled as new sensations swam through him like electric eels. "You may start as many times as you want. But don't mind my getting to work in the meantime. Something tells me that you only need the proper stimulation to get your dirty-talking juices flowing."

Oh, there would be juices, and they would be flowing, Otis thought, as his eyes remained glued to the impossible scene in front of him. Hudson had to be a master of all things sexual, and that had been the same line of thinking he had had from the very start of getting to know his neighbor. His masculine jawline, his firm lips, the way his thick eyebrows furrowed as he was... getting to work, as he had mentioned – that was a lot more than Otis had ever envisioned while picturing himself on the receiving end of this type of sexual act.

"I can feel your tongue," he whispered. "It's so good." He trembled from head to toes, although Hudson was teasing and playing only with that part of him. "You are... sucking me..."

He shuddered as he felt the wave of pleasure growing inside him, as he had seen at the beach, a long time ago, on the only trip there he had ever been to, that rise of the water, so inevitable, so smooth, before the crest broke to fall and accelerate toward the shore.

There was no crest breaking to speak of. Otis gasped as Hudson caught his cock by its base, making a vise-like grip with his fingers. The wave remained up there, cutting his breathing for a moment.

"What are you doing?" he asked and blinked. His skin was burning, his eyes were getting moist, and he had never felt such great pleasure in his life.

"I'm helping you feel this for a little while longer," Hudson explained.

Otis nodded. "You are such a great teacher. I'm happy I found you." He wanted to sound as polite as possible, but his words came out chopped off and ungraceful, since he couldn't control the sensations wreaking havoc inside him.

"Let's try something else." Hudson wrapped his tongue slowly around the head, his eyes half-closing. He was teasing the skin right underneath, making the shudders inside Otis grow in intensity so much that they felt like small earthquakes.

"What..." Otis began and blinked away a few tears of extreme pleasure. "What does it taste like?"

"Like the most delicious thing I've ever had," Hudson told him and released the tight ring at the base of Otis's cock for a moment while engulfing him whole in his mouth.

That was high praise and it had to be a bit of a white lie, the kind that was allowed from time to time. Otis could only assume that Hudson had tasted many delicious things in his life, and probably `that' wasn't exactly the most delicious of them all. Or, maybe, if he thought about it... but he couldn't because that very moment, Hudson squeezed him between his lips and pulled up only to descend fast.

All of his cock was in the other's mouth, and it felt like nothing else ever. Otis couldn't describe it; it was pleasure to the hottest degree, and he had to tell it like it was. "Hudson," he moaned, "it is... as if... you're taking it all... out of me..."

The last words ended up as a long keening sound while Otis couldn't hold back. His toes curled against the sofa, and Hudson just held him down and sucked it all out of him, determined as he seemed not to miss one drop.

Otis closed his eyes as he experienced the best falling of his life. It was a wonder he wasn't going through the sofa, his body regaining slowly the same consistence and weight he knew. For moments there, he had felt as if he no longer had a material body and was only made out of sensations and nothing else.

He threw one arm over his eyes. Was there anything he could say to let Hudson know just how much that meant to him? How grateful he was? His mind was a field of molasses and made no sense. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. And some of it, he did, as he let a sob escape his lips, followed by a low giggle.

"Hey," Hudson called for him gently. "Are you okay?"

Otis thought for a moment what he could say or do, but then he just acted on impulse. He straightened up enough so that he could throw his arms around Hudson and hold on to him. "Thank you," he said with profuse honesty, "thank you, thank you!"

Hudson hugged him back. "You're more than welcome, beautiful."

Otis felt his chest expanding and warmth spreading throughout his entire body. He enjoyed how Hudson didn't let go of him and continued to hold him, both gently and firmly, as seemed to be his manner in dealing with all things.

***

How different Otis was from any lover he had ever held in his arms before. Hudson was dumbfounded how no one had snatched this lovely young man and made him his, but he was more the grateful for it. It offered him a chance like no other to have him all to himself, no matter how short that time may be. As long as this investigation went, he promised himself. He had to protect Otis, he said to himself. That was all, he lied – a little – to himself.

Otis's clear eyes were amazingly beautiful as they bore into his, as they needed to break their embrace. "May I taste yours now?"

That was a question Hudson hadn't expected, when he should have. Otis was a generous being, in all possible ways. However, he wouldn't take advantage, not right now. "Maybe later," he chose to say, no matter how much his flesh throbbed at the promise of having those beautiful lips wrapped around his cock, teasing him with their clumsy yet endearing innocence in such dealings. "But you will have to promise me that, in the meantime, you won't rush into doing this kind of thing with the first man that crosses your path."

Otis snickered. "The first man that crosses my path each morning is Mr. Jericho, the mailman. I don't think he would like me to offer such a thing."

Hudson traced the shape of Otis's nose playfully. "Don't be such a smartass. You know what I mean."

Otis nodded eagerly. "I won't taste... another man's cock," he eventually said and blushed, "before yours. And until you finish teaching me. But you will... you will put it in my mouth, right?"

He was whispering now, and Hudson had to lean forward to catch it all. He didn't mind since it allowed him to be as close as he could be to that lovely human being and the warmth of his body. It was easy to lean forward and catch the pretty lips in another kiss.

"Is there nothing I can do for you in turn?" Otis asked anxiously once Hudson gave him back the ability to breathe.

"Maybe there are a few things," Hudson said as he decided that Otis might very well like the thing that would follow. "How about making that inventory? Of my tattoos? You seem like a very thorough fellow to me."

Otis's eyes lit up. "Do I get to see you naked? Completely naked?"

"You must check every inch of my skin, you know?" Hudson joked. "And, who knows? I might have tattoos in places I don't remember."

Otis blinked while the wheels of his mind kept turning. "Is that possible? Doesn't it hurt to have a tattoo done?"

Hudson shrugged. "You just go ahead and satisfy your curiosity. Deal?"

Otis nodded with irresistible eagerness. There was a short time for regrets once hurried hands began to finger the hem of his t-shirt, but it was very short. What followed would be in equal parts satisfying and tough to bear teasing.

***

What an incredible chance Hudson was giving him! Otis helped Hudson out of his tight t-shirt first and licked his lips at the sight of that hairy chest. His eyes moved from one perky nipple to the other and then back again.

"Take a picture, it will last longer," Hudson joked.

"May I?" Otis inquired politely.

"Not now. Get to that inventory already."

Right. Hudson was offering him so many tasty bits to choose from, and he was like a kid in a candy shop. He truly needed to focus and start with the first thing offered. After a short moment of deliberation with himself, he reached for the belt buckle on Hudson's jeans. What would his neighbor's cock look like? It had to be darker, right? What about his behind? Otis had shamelessly ogled Hudson's ass a few times, and in those tight jeans, that part of the man's anatomy appeared to be rock hard.

Secretly, Otis decided that he would push things as far as Hudson was all right with, since there was so much for him to learn about the male body in general. Only that it wasn't quite so, and he had to admit to himself, just as secretly, that it was Hudson's body he wished to learn down to each pinky and no one else's.

Maybe it was because it would be the first body he was allowed to explore to such length. He would think of it later, once alone. He shook his head. Once alone, he would most probably relive what Hudson had done to him over and over again, until exhaustion.

"Come on," Hudson encouraged him since he had frozen with his hands on the buckle. "Don't tell me you're afraid of snakes. This one's not poisonous, I assure you."

Otis remained disconcerted briefly, and then he understood that Hudson was using a euphemism for his sexual organ. Now, he was all the more curious. Was it as long as a snake? And what kind of snake?

Full of curiosity and emboldened by Hudson's willingness to allow him to explore his body to his heart's content, he proceeded at helping the other out of his jeans and underwear, too. That was when his jaw dropped so fast and hard that he had to grab it with one hand and put it back. "What's this?" he asked in unhidden fascination as he pushed against the metal bead coming out of the little hole and having a matching bead right underneath. "You have a piercing!" he exclaimed and began playing with it. It moved easily, but it looked like Hudson wasn't that comfortable with his manipulation of the metal half-ring, so he stopped.

"That's Prince Albert for you," Hudson explained and let out a short breath.

"Oh, he's royalty? How should I address him?" Otis lay on his belly so that his head was level with Hudson's crotch. That way, he could stare openly at that thing, which looked like nothing else he had seen in his life.

He looked up as Hudson touched his head. He needed to angle his neck so that he could meet Hudson's eyes, as his cock was in the way. And what an incredible thing that was! Not only because of the piercing, but because of how veiny and hard it presented itself. Darker, yes, it was darker than the rest of Hudson's body, and it was complete with a nice pair of hairy balls that made Otis want to weigh them in his hand and marvel at their heaviness.

"That's the name of the piercing," Hudson said and smiled. "But if you want to address my cock as Your Majesty, I'm not against it."

He was laughing. Of course, he was laughing because it was a joke. Otis guffawed, too, and then, before Hudson could say a thing, he pressed the large cock against his cheek. "Your Majesty, you're so big and strong," he said, and he wasn't lying.

Hudson ruffled his hair. "Didn't you have a job to do? Or now that you've seen my piercing, you're no longer interested in my tattoos?"

"I am very much interested in everything," Otis said promptly.

How at ease he felt being naked in another man's presence! That could only mean that he was making tremendous progress. Reluctantly, he gave up on staring at Hudson's amazing cock from up close and placed himself on his knees. Carefully, he took Hudson's right hand and began examining the tattoo that appeared to go as high as where the shoulder met the torso. No wonder he had dreamed of riding down a serpent after seeing his new neighbor for the first time; that right arm was covered in green scales and winding paths that circled their way around in an upward spiral. When his eyes fell on the highest point of the shoulder, he came face to face with a pair of burning eyes, and only then did he identify the presence of an animal head. "It's a dragon," he exclaimed and traced the inky design with his fingers. "How wonderful." Now, all the more curious about the other arm, he hurried to examine it before Hudson got bored with him. "And here?" he asked, as he traced the ink lines carefully, barely touching the skin. "Why black roses?"

Hudson offered him a somewhat forced smile. "Something about beauty in darkness, I thought at the time. For a cool kid like you, I bet that sounds pretty mid, right?"

Otis knew for a fact that Hudson was simply pulling his leg. "I am not a kid, I am twenty-"

"-two, I know. Frankly, I thought you'd protest at being called cool." Hudson flashed another dazzling smile at him.

"I wouldn't. Cool is a good thing to be when you're young. Not very much so when you grow older, because you might come across as immature."

Hudson looked at him with questioning eyes. Otis blushed and draped one arm over himself. He was naked and had taken too many liberties. And now he was blabbing about all the useless things he knew and no one cared about. Before he had the guts to come up with an excuse so that he could leave the apartment, Hudson took his hand – the other one – and placed it on one of the tattooed guns. Otis looked up for confirmation and noticed right away the burning eyes.

"Weren't you curious about these before?"

"Yes. They are very--" Otis swallowed and decided to muster all his courage. He placed both his hands on the inked guns – a pair of shotguns, he believed – and moved them slowly downward. They were sexy. That was the word he was searching for. Now he remembered. But he didn't have time to say it, because Hudson talked again.

"But these were the easy ones. I have one more."

"Oh, I want to see it," Otis said right away. "What sort is it?"

Hudson's smile was enigmatic. "I will let you discover it on your own."

Hmm, that sounded a bit disconcerting. Otis looked the chiseled body in front of him carefully, although it did nothing for his nerves to do so. Yes, he had been right from the very start about that meat percentage Hudson had. His body was sculptured, like a work of art. It was hard, but warm to the touch, unlike stone. And Otis loved the hair. He brushed his hands over Hudson's chest and snickered. That felt very good.

"Aren't you forgetting your mission?" Hudson asked in a teasing voice.

Usually, someone taking that tone with him would make him wary. People certainly loved having a laugh. It was when they were having it at his expense that things got complicated. But Hudson wasn't mean, and he could tell. A mean person wouldn't let him have his go at all that exploration, with so much patience and understanding.

"What mission?" he asked, still mesmerized by the movement of those beautiful muscles underneath the skin.

"Finding my secret tattoo. I'm going to make it worth your while," Hudson promised.

"How so?" Otis asked, his ears perked up to attention, like a dog's.

"Let's say that I'll give you a prize."

"We're just going to say, or will you give me a prize if I find your other tattoo?" Otis asked, eager to have everything straight.

"There's no cutting corners and beating around the bush with you, is there?" Hudson grinned and flicked his nose playfully. "I will definitely give you a prize as a reward if you can find it."

Otis touched it and stared back. "What is the prize?"

"A secret until you meet your goal. What do you say?"

"Like a mystery box. That is so cool," Otis said, a bit awkward for saying stuff like that, because `cool' wasn't a word usually in his vocabulary.

"Now, let's make it time-sensitive. I'll give you five minutes--"

"Starting when?" Otis pushed himself back on his heels and began scanning Hudson's body with keen eyes.

"Don't steal the start," Hudson chided him. "Starting now."

***

Otis took him by surprise when he pushed him, so he laughed while his naughty neighbor rolled him on one side, his eager hands all over. He obviously meant to handle and fondle him at the same time, because Hudson could feel Otis's fingers roaming across his skin. He wanted that experiment of theirs to last for a bit longer, but that wouldn't happen with such a determined little hunting doggy as Otis was.

Hudson allowed him to manipulate him so that he was now on his belly, which had to give Otis the unhindered view of his `secret' tattoo.

"That is so pretty!" Otis exclaimed and pushed his finger into Hudson's right butt cheek. "It's a butterfly, right?"

"As you see me lying right under you in the buff," Hudson confirmed. "So, what do you think?"

"It's very different from your others," Otis commented. "It is so pretty and colorful. The others are sort of dangerous--"

"What do you mean, sort of?" Hudson asked, pretending to be scandalized by such an understatement.

"They are dangerous-looking," Otis hurried to say. "But this isn't."

"Are you sure?" Hudson teased him. "What if it's a poisonous butterfly?"

"It's not," Otis said with incredible confidence. "I know all the poisonous types of butterflies, and this isn't one of them."

If he hadn't known Otis already and his fairly odd habits, he would have thought that the guy was pulling his leg. "I had no idea there were butterflies like that. You sure?"

"Yes," Otis said promptly. "Some you can use to poison darts and arrows. You know, for hunting."

"Okay, Mr. Grylls, remind me not to get on your bad side."

"I'm not Mr. Grylls, I'm Mr. Bendecker," Otis insisted.

Hudson decided that he was already having too much fun to insist on details. "Oh, and you want me to address you formally now, Mr. Bendecker?"

"No. I don't think that would be a very good idea since we have already seen each other naked."

"Ah, so that's one of the criteria for getting chummy with you. I see," Hudson teased his cute neighbor again.

Otis pressed his finger into the middle of the butterfly. "How did this get here?"

"What? You don't like it?" That would be a bit of a bummer since Hudson hoped he would impress Otis in all possible ways. Why that was so important, he couldn't very well say, except that it would give him a very pleasant feeling.

"I do. But it's so different from the rest."

"Fair's fair. I made a bet and lost." Hudson smiled at the memory. Not everything was bad all the time, was it? That had been a lesson for him to learn, and for others to teach him.

Otis surprised him by bending over and kissing the butterfly. His lips felt so good against his skin, but Hudson pushed the feeling away. "Hey, that's ticklish." He had to be careful around this pretty man. It was too easy to get lost in his strange blue eyes; they had the power of hypnosis, even though their owner didn't know it. And what he did with those soft lips could drive a grown man crazy, too.

He turned and pulled Otis over his body to kiss him and regain control. Otis seemed to allow it patiently, kissing back, but also being the one to break it. "What is my prize?"

Eager, always so eager. He was definitely tempting Hudson beyond what he could possibly deal with. "I'll do you a favor, but I'm letting you choose."

"Choose?" Otis echoed slowly. "Do I have to say it off the top of my head?"

"Yes. So what would you like? For me to blow you?" Hudson whispered in Otis's ear, enjoying the small shiver in the supple body he was holding, "or maybe taste you in another way?"

To his surprise, Otis pushed him away and then straddled his body. He looked quite determined, holding him prisoner between his thighs like that. The hair had fallen over the one eye Otis preferred hidden, but he was all the more alluring like that. "I want to play with this," he said and grabbed Hudson's cock with both hands.

He grunted as that simple thing did nothing for the horniness he had experienced since he had invited this pretty guy into his apartment. "The favor was supposed to be me doing things to you. For you."

"I want this," Otis replied and pursed his lips, seemingly displeased with being contradicted on the matter.

Hudson put his hands on Otis's wrists only to hold them not remove them from his body. "Do you want to give me a hand, then?" he asked, suddenly aware of the raspy tone of his voice.

Otis nodded and smiled. "Can I? I might not be good, but--"

Hudson decided that it was about time to give his neighbor his vote of confidence, so he grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him close so that they could openly stare at each other. "You can do no wrong, Otis."

The temptation was too strong, after all, so he indulged in kissing Otis again, while slender fingers began moving up and down, tentatively at first, and then faster, as their kiss grew hotter. He couldn't tell how he came so fast, but it happened, and he swallowed Otis's surprised, yet pleased, gasps with his mouth long after.

TBC

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