"Oh, Grant," Tristan whispered, kissing my shoulder.
"He left me there for a long time-I'm not sure how long-but when he came back, he wasn't alone. He brought four other boys, and they laughed at me. They called me a skinny faggot and threw tomatoes. Luckily, one of their mothers had followed them, wondering what they were up to taking her tomatoes from her window ledge. They all got in trouble, but it didn't change how they'd made me feel. After that day, I never let anyone see me naked." I wiped my eyes as Tristan pressed a kiss to my jaw.
"Your body is beautiful, baby. Simply beautiful. I don't care how long it takes for me to erase what that kid did, but I will make a point to never make fun of your body." Tristan smiled and then kissed me. "I want to help you relax and enjoy being with me."
"Oh, I do!" I asserted. "I've never felt so calm around anyone before. You make me feel good, and I don't just mean the blowjob."
He laughed, which made me happy, because it was getting very tense and heavy in the room. He said, "I'm glad. Do you want to try something else, or are you good for the night?"
I could tell he was sincere, especially when he ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed his foot against mine. Tristan wasn't suggesting anything, he was only wondering. "I think I'm good. This was a lot for me, especially recapping the sixth-grade nightmare. Besides, I'm starting to feel like people are watching through the window and judging me."
Tristan glanced over at the windows. "The curtains are drawn, Grant. No one can see."
I looked away. He still didn't get it. I had lain on the bed naked as long as I could, but the fact was that I still had a hard time looking at myself. Knowing his parts were almost twice the size of mine made me feel so inadequate.
"Grant?" His tone commanded I explain myself, even if his volume was hushed. "You're doing it again."
"I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I'm not used to being so exposed. I feel awkward being next to you. It was fine when I was distracted during sex, but now I feel so small and … vulnerable. You have no idea how perfect you are, and how hard it is for me not to compare myself."
I thought he'd say something, but he didn't. His eyes told me the gears were moving, but so far no steam rose from his ears. "Will you let me try something?"
"I guess."
He grinned. "All right. Trust me, okay? I'm not going to hurt you, and I promise not to bite anything."
"Okay."
Tristan rolled off the bed and went to my closet. "Do you have any ties you don't wear?"
I sat up on my elbows. "Um, no. What are you doing?"
"How about this one?"
He'd found the one Christmas tie I'd gotten at a white elephant party three years ago. I'd worn it to work at Christmas, but rarely more than once a year. I conceded, "Okay. Use that one, but what are you doing?"
Tristan came back to the bed swiftly, shedding his underwear in the process. "Lie back down," he said. "I'm going to blindfold you."
"I don't know what this has to do with anything."
"First, it's an exercise in trust. Second, if you can't see anything, you can't know what you're self-conscious of. I want you to close your eyes and let your body feel."
He did have a way of making me feel good, so even though I was unsure, I nodded and closed my eyes.
Tristan tied the tie around my eyes. "Think about what you feel."
"I feel cold. I feel the air around my body, and the heat of your leg next to my hip."
"Good." The bed shifted.
I felt the bed dip on both sides of me. His hands? His feet? I didn't think his knees were on either side, because I was certain I'd feel his groin as he straddled me. Something smooth ran down the center of my chest. It was warm, but thicker than his knuckles. His large hand cupped my left pec. I hoped he wouldn't refer to them as tits again, because I'd decided I didn't like that term. He grunted. The bed shifted and dipped by my head, and then I felt that soft warm object rub over my nipple. I flinched in surprise. At first I thought it was his palm, but the skin of his palm wasn't that soft. The bed dipped again, and he was back down by my hips. The smooth thing touched my dick this time. It ran down my length and back up.
I jerked, hips tilting, stomach tightening, but I did my best not to rip the tie off my face and jump from the bed.
"Shhh," he said in a soothing tone.
I felt that same part of him slide up and back again-only this time it wasn't just soft, it was wet. I asked, "Are you rubbing your dick on me?"
He snickered low and deep, and that smooth object, the one that oozed liquid as it slid across me, pulsed and moved lower across my ball sac and then down the inside of my thigh.
Knowing what it was, I shivered.
Tristan moved his big cock to my other thigh and ran it up my skin. He batted my once-again-hard dick left and then right with his club. I felt him nudge my tip with his, and his wetness dripped down my skin. He paused again, and I felt the bed shift, but after several seconds of nothing, I wondered what was going on. I suspected-but surely he wouldn't be jacking off while I was blindfolded?
"Tristan?"
I heard a breathy grunt.
I lifted the tie and peeked out. Tristan was on one knee, the other leg arched over my hips with his foot planted on the other side. His massive cock in hand, he stroked rapidly, eyes closed, chest heaving as he breathed erratically. I was about to ask if he needed help when his body jerked and white semen shot out, splatting my stomach. Another ribbon shot up my chest, and another short-shot and landed on my dick. Before I could react, I was covered in white ropes of his ejaculate.
Tristan moaned and tilted his head back, still holding his cock.
I felt gross, yet moderately turned on. "Are you done?" I asked, tie blindfold slipped up on my forehead.
Tristan opened his eyes and smirked at me. "Sorry. I was trying to get you to realize how fun it can be without seeing every little thing that happens, and then I got too worked up and needed to come. You made me so horny I couldn't stand it."
I sat up and removed the tie, tossing it on the nightstand. I was right up next to his body where he knelt. "I guess I can't blame you. Whatever that was, it was kind of erotic, particularly after I figured out what you were rubbing all over me. Your dick is quite soft for being large enough to beat baby seals to death."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
"Oh, um, I said that out loud?" I remarked, guiltily squinting my eyes.
"Yes. I know it's large, but don't you think that's appalling? I would never beat baby seals. Can you think of another analogy that doesn't involve killing animals?"
"Baton? Battering ram?"
"A little better. So you're not mad? I thought you'd be mad if I spunked all over you."
I shrugged. "No. It's gross, but it did turn me on." I looked down and wiped up a big glop that was sliding down my chest. I studied the opaque liquid as it ran down my finger, then sucked it off. It didn't really taste like anything. "Next time warn me, and I might let you shoot in my mouth."
Tristan growled and dove forward, pinning me to the bed. He ravished me with kisses as he rubbed his body all over mine. Our skin slipped and slid with his cum, and I could not contain myself. I giggled. And giggled some more. Tristan sucked on my neck and yet I still giggled.
"Tristan! Tristan! Stop, this is so gross. I need a shower."
He lifted his head and smiled down at me. "Okay. Shower with me this time?"
I hemmed and hawed, but in the end I relented. "I guess."
"Great!" he beamed, leaping off me and jetting for the bathroom.
We showered, but with minimal exploration. I think he was afraid to push me. He was so patient with me, knowing everything we'd done was a first. In fact, his patience made me yearn to try more things. I didn't, but I knew I would soon because of how safe he made me feel.
We dried each other off and then spooned under the covers. Falling asleep in his arms was the most comforting experience in the world.
Chapter 11: Housekeeping, Parenting, And Facing My Number One Biggest Fear
WE HAD toast and eggs before work. Tristan sat at my tiny table and sipped his coffee as I grinned at him, poking my eggs with my fork.
"Listen, tonight we need to sleep at my house. It's Claire's weekend, and Teresa usually drops her off at eight."
"Okay," I said. "It's not a big deal."