Page 30 of Don’t Call Me Son

Archie’s eyes suddenly snap open; we stare at each other, wide-eyed and suddenly frozen. He blinks slowly, clearly still groggy from the alcohol and the sudden wake-up. His hand is still loosely wrapped around his cock. He swallows hard and lifts his head slightly, looking down between us.

I mouth, “Fuck,” to myself. He can see everything… my hand on my dick, his own cock out and leaking, the whole fucking mess.

Archie drops his head back onto the pillow and says, rough and confused, “Uhhh…”

“Hi?” I manage, sounding like an idiot.

He blinks a few more times, brain clearly catching up. Then, really slowly, he says, “You’re… straight?”

It’s not a statement anymore; it’s a question… because that’s what we both thought, but this doesn’t support that to be a fact anymore.

I nod, then immediately shake my head and let out a shaky laugh. “Guess not.” I start to pull away, face burning. “Sorry, Arch… you just started humping my leg and I…”

Archie goes bright red, and whispers, “I did what?”

Then he grabs my shoulders, stopping me from moving away. I freeze, hovering over him… oh. He lets go of his own cock and brings both hands up to my face, cupping my jaw, looking over my features like he’s searching for something.

What are you thinking, Archie?

Then he does something I was not expecting at all… like ever. He brings his fingers, the same ones covered in his own precome, to my lips and wipes them across my mouth, watching, fascinated. I part my lips and my tongue darts out instinctively, tasting him. Archie visibly shudders and bites his lip; then he pushes three fingers into my mouth. I groan around them, holy shit. The taste of him fills my mouth; salty, warm, and addictive. He moans softly at the sight, eyes dark.

I pull back just enough to speak, breathing hard. “You… don’t want to stop?”

Archie slowly shakes his head. “Is that okay?”

I nod immediately, heart racing, a stupid, relieved smile breaking across my face. “Yeah… yeah, it’s okay.”

I’m suddenly not sure how to continue this; it was easier when Archie was asleep. Now he’s awake, looking at me with those wide, hazy eyes, and my brain is short-circuiting. I’m still hovering over him, and the reality of what we’re doing is slamming into me.

Thankfully, Archie doesn’t let it get weird. He keeps the eye contact like he’s checking if I’m okay, then reaches down and grabs the hand I was gripping myself with. He pulls two of my fingers toward his mouth, wraps his lips around them, and starts sucking; slow and wet, coating them with his tongue. I shudder hard, eyes half-lidded now; I’ve never been this turned on.

He pulls my fingers out, glistening thickly with a mixture of his saliva and my precome, and gently guides my hand lower. I watch the movement, heart pounding, not entirely sure what’s happening until he pushes my fingers past the waistband of his boxers and presses them right against his ass.

My eyes go wide. Holy shit… okay Jay, you’re cool…

Before I can overthink it, Archie brings both hands up to my face and suddenly yanks me down into a devastating kiss. I don’t respond right away, my brain stalls for half a second, but then something about this just feels right. Fuck it. I kiss him back, deep and hungry, tongues sliding together as I start circling his hole with my wet fingers.

Archie moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, when I push one finger in slowly. Jesus Christ. It’s so fucking tight; so much tighter than any woman I’ve ever been with. Hot and gripping my finger like it doesn’t want to let go. Archie gasps against my lips and I swallow the sound, pushing my finger deeper, curling it, searching for that spot that I’ve heard men like.

He breaks the kiss with a shaky moan, head falling back against the pillow. “Jay…”

Hearing my name like that does something dangerous to me. I add a second finger, scissoring gently, watching his face the whole time. His cock leaks onto his stomach, twitching every time I brush that spot inside him. I’m so hard it hurts.

I lean down and kiss him again, slower this time, while my fingers keep working him open. Archie’s hands are in my hair, tugging, and he’s making these soft, desperate little sounds that are driving me insane.

I pull back just enough to look at him; flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy. “You okay?” I whisper.

He nods quickly, biting his lip. “Don’t stop…”

I can’t take it anymore. “Oh, fuck this,” I mutter, throwing every last bit of insecurity, confusion, and doubt out the window.

I kneel upright between Archie’s spread legs. He frowns, watching me with wide eyes, probably thinking I’m about to change my mind and bail. He opens his mouth to say something but stops when I reach down and yank his boxers down his thighs, then off his feet, in one rough motion.

Archie lets out a soft, “Oh…” and blushes furiously.

I’m breathing hard, cock throbbing as I look down at him. “Can I fuck you, Arch?”

He lets out a cute, tiny squeak and slaps both hands over his face, nodding quickly. The sound makes me laugh, shakily.