Learning-to-Feel by N.R. Walker

quickly and told him we needed to dance. He shook his head at me, but he obliged.
    The dance floor was pumping, and half the men were now shirtless . I wrapped my hand around his neck and kissed him. I was past giving a fuck. It felt good, and it felt right. I was in a gay club, dancing with and kissing a man, and I didn’t give a fuck.
    I didn’t care that I was drunk. I felt good. I’d not felt this good, this alive, in my entire life. I had no idea how long we danced, but I was sweaty and so fucking turned on. Trent was grinding against me, rubbing his denim-clad cock against mine, and I felt how hard he was, how hard I was.
    I ran my hands over his back and ass, and up into his hair. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow - and he reciprocated. He was into this, there on the dance floor, I knew he was. He held me, his hands touched as much of me as he could reach, he moaned in my mouth, and his body shuddered.
    "We need to leave," he breathed in my ear.
    I'd kind of forgotten we were in a crowded bar. I looked around, and everyone seemed oblivious to us… not that I cared.
    Next thing I knew, I was telling a cab driver my address, and we were falling into my apartment. Bentley was excited to see us, and I gave him a cuddle. I told him I missed him too, and Trent laughed at us and then dragged me up the stairs.
    "For someone who doesn't dance or drink, you did quite well," Trent chuckled.
    Three cocktails were obviously enough to make me say things I normally wouldn't, because I told him, "I can think of better things to do with your mouth than make smartass comments."
    Trent grabbed the waist of my jeans, popping the button. "Is that so?"
    I palmed his cock through his jeans and nodded. He pushed me down on the bed, took my jeans off for me, undressed himself and climbed onto the bed. "I’m drunk," I told him, though I was pretty sure he already knew that. "And I want to taste your come."
    "Jesus," he mumbled. "You can’t say things like that to me."
    Which of course made me say more things exactly like that. "I want you in my mouth. I need to taste you."
    He didn’t need much encouragement. He moved really fast and, I wasn’t sure how it happened, but the next think I knew, his beautiful face was gone and I had his dick in my face. And then I realized my dick was warm and wet . He was sucking on me, and I was staring at his very erect and very swollen cock.
    I’d never needed to taste something so bad in my life.
    So I took him into my mouth, as much as I could, and I hummed my contentment. Trent moaned around my cock, sending shivers through me, and I bucked in response.
    Then his cock was no longer in my mouth, and he was gone. "Hey, where'd you go?" I asked, licking my lips, and he chuckled.
    Then he was back again . I grabbed his hips this time, so he couldn’t escape, and devoured his erection. He groaned outloud, "Oh, fuck," as I worked him over. "I had to get the lube," he told me. Then I heard the lid click on the bottle, and his hands were massaging my balls and the base of my cock while he licked at the head.
    His fingers, slick with lube, were massaging everywhere, and when he pressed against my anus, I welcomed it. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was because I’d wanted it, and he wouldn't give it to me…but I moaned in encouragement.
    And he did it. Slowly, just a little, he slid his finger in my ass.
    I tightened my hold on his hips and took more of his length into my mouth, more than I’d ever taken. I wanted him to know I liked what he was doing, so I sucked him harder. I licked along his shaft, and I tasted him on the back of my tongue.
    He pulled his mouth off my cock. "Oh fuck, Nathan! Baby," he cried out, "just like that." And he was fucking me with his finger harder and deeper, as he nuzzled his nose into my pubic bone. "Jesus…" he moaned . Knowing I was pleasuring him turned me on, and I worked his cock harder.
    "You're gonna make me come," he told me, his voice barely a groan. He