Bill closed his eyes and took Marco’s cock in his mouth. The taste was meaty, a little sour and salty, but it was not, as he had feared, disgusting. Rather, after the first shock of sensation, it seemed he tasted Marco not only with his mouth but his entire body and then not only with his body but his emotions as a wild excitement flushed his chest and turned his cock into steel. At that moment, all the proscriptions went out of his head. This is what he had wanted and, by some miracle, Marco had wanted it too, and now it was happening. He began to move his tongue and mouth around the steely thickness of Marco’s flesh.

“Teeth,” Marco warned softly.

Bill looked up and nodded, then returned to the licking and sucking. Marco gripped Bill’s shoulders and stood up. He began to move his cock in and out of Bill’s mouth and murmured, “That feels so good, Billy.”

Bill struggled to breathe and once or twice pulled away with a cough and a gasp but then again took the other boy in his mouth, even as he blinked tears of exertion and spit dribbled from the corners of his mouth. Marco’s pubic hair was surprisingly soft against Bill’s face. He cupped his hands around Marco’s butt and felt the flex of his glutes as Marco drove his cock into Bill’s mouth. He experimentally let a finger trail into the crack of Marco’s butt and lightly pressed it against his hole. Marco gasped and wiggled his butt and Bill’s finger slipped into the dry heat of Marco’s innards.

“Jesus, yeah,” he mumbled. “Finger me.”

His mouth stuffed with Marco’s cock, his finger jammed into Marco’s butt, Marco murmuring “feels so good baby, feels so good,” Bill trembled with joy. Something half-thought and half-emotion passed through his mind, fragmentary and fleeting. He wasn’t giving Marco a blowjob; he was making love to him with his mouth and his hands, expressing with his body everything in his heart. And he suddenly understood this feeling of love for Marco as he gave him pleasure was exactly what his father had told him sex was supposed to be like.

“Billy, I’m gonna…” was as far as Marco got before Bill felt the hot gush of semen fill his mouth. He swallowed convulsively as Marco stroked his hair and moaned his name.

Bill sat back on his haunches, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and saw his father standing in the doorway.

“Dad—” he gasped.