Page 18 of Dance This Song With Me?

"Are we good here?" I asked when eventually I mastered control of my voice. I looked around.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," he assured me, stepping back and releasing me from the spell I'd fallen under. "Relax. This is my part of town. Besides I know most of the locals."

It was true. As we passed the cafés and restaurants with their tables sprawled across the sidewalk, people called out to him. Sometimes it was the customers, often the staff. Emi greeted them all enthusiastically but didn't slow down or stop long enough to introduce me.

"Who's your new beau?" shouted someone from a doorway. Emi's dark locks flew around his head, as he flipped off the question, not answering. The tug on my hand became more insistent and we sped up.

"He's in a hurry today..." Hoots and whistles followed us as we cleared the last café and were speed walking past old brick houses.

"Are you ashamed of me or something?" I joked, as he dragged me along.

"Hardly. Can't get you home fast enough. Besides, I don't want to stop long enough for those jokers to notice my problem here," he made a gesture, leading my eyes downward to where, yeah, he had a visible problem, his pants obviously tented. "I'll never stop hearing about it."

"Oh, yeah, we better do something about that," I agreed, and we both sped up.

Around the corner and halfway up the street, Emi led me through a small wooden gate. A concrete path led up to an old red brick house, probably built around the time of the war and which had been meticulously renovated. A couple of steps led up to a small verandah.

A wooden window frame, inset with four small glass panels, overlooked the verandah where an old-fashioned cane chaise was situated up against the wall. In the daytime, it would be a great position for observing the garden.

Emi jiggled his keys back and forth in the lock of the front door, which eventually opened into a dark hallway with doorways opening off to the left and right, typical of houses built in that era.

"I share with a couple of mates," he told me, not giving me time to look around properly as he pulled me into the second room on the right. I barely had time to see the neatly made bed and the pile of clothes on the dresser before my back slammed up against the wall, and Emi's lips were pressed against mine, his mouth slightly open, wet and warm, tasting faintly of hops. We kissed hungrily, weeks of built-up tension - at least on my part - finally released. Tongue rasped against tongue, hungry and insistent. Fuck, yeah.

Emi's hands were everywhere, sliding under my t-shirt, ignoring the dried sweat from hours before. My hands slid down the back of his pants, kneading the soft skin of his ass, while his hand reached down to squeeze my package which was straining to be released.

"Fuck," I groaned, pulling back from the kiss.

Emi's eyes were hooded, the pupils so blown his eyes looked black.

"I wasn't joking," he said. "I want to suck you off."

Who was I to say no? Fuck, a hot guy like this wanting to suck me off... yes, please. I really wanted to bone him, but I was never saying no to a bj, and besides my refractory period wasn't bad, maybe we'd get around to doing both.

"Please..." I whined, my dick desperate to escape from my pants. With a final squeeze, I slid my hands out of his pants, undid my fly, and freed my dick. The cockhead was already leaking, the glans an angry plum color. Emi dropped to his knees, grabbed the base of my dick with one calloused hand and fed the tip into his mouth. The sudden wet warmth made me groan. He wrapped his tongue around the head, sliding and probing, flicking at the frenulum. "Fuck..."

"Mmm-mm." Emilio sucked hungrily, his mouth sliding down and back up my pole. I whimpered as his teeth gently grazed a trail along the sensitive skin of my shaft.

"Do that again," I begged. I'd never had a partner use his teeth like that before, and I was surprised how good it felt over my sensitive cock.

He did it again, then set to work like a hungry man. Fuck. I looked down at the mass of dark brown hair jigging up and down as Emi worked my shaft over, sucking and sliding, his hand jacking me off in time to his slurps, the sound obscenely loud in the room. My thighs began to shake.

"God, I'm getting close," I blathered, feeling the familiar pressure as my balls tightened.

Emi stopped sucking and looked up at me, spit and pre-cum glistening on his lips. He looked so hot with his wet swollen lips stretched wide around my thick dick, that I nearly shot in his mouth just from the sight.

His eyes were dark as night, but they twinkled like the stars. He knew exactly the effect his talented mouth had on me and he loved it.

He winked.

Sucked me back down.

Removed his hands from my dick.

Grabbed my ass cheeks and shoved me deeper.

Deep-throated me.

I couldn't stand it anymore, and with a soul-deep groan unloaded down his throat.