Learning-to-Feel by N.R. Walker Read Free Book Online

and slipped my hand under the waistband of his pants. He hissed beautifully when I wrapped my fingers around him.
    His cock was like silk on steel as he thrust into my fist, and he groaned low in his chest. His tongue was in my mouth, and I sucked on it, making his hand pump harder on my cock. It was all I needed. My length swelled and twitched as I thrust into his hand, against his body. My mouth broke from his so I could tell him, "Fuck Trent, gonna come."
    His lips were at my ear, his breath shivering down my spine, tightening my balls. "Come on me," he whispered and like his words were the key, my cock exploded in his hand.
    Thick, hot come spurt violently onto his stomach as my orgasm sent white lights through my senses. My hand that still held his shaft reflexively squeezed and pulled as he rammed himself into my tightened hold. I felt his cock pulse and thicken as he shot his load onto us both.
    He squeezed me as his orgasm sent his body into spasms, and he milked my dick of come. I continued to stroke him as he softened in my hand and slumped against me. We were sweaty and sticky, and I didn’t care. His eyelids were heavy, and his lips were curled in a post-orgasm smirk. I couldn’t help but kiss him.
    "Fuck, baby," he murmured against my lips.
    "Baby?" I asked.
    "Shut up," he chuckled, "Baby."
    I laughed and kissed his lips again. "Mmmm, shower," I said, and without waiting for a response, I took his hand and led him up the stairs.
     

 
    CHAPTER 7
     
    I turned the water on, and I knew he was behind me. I felt his eyes on me. I could sense him. My pants were undone, so I pushed them off my hips and collected them off the floor, folded them in half and hung them neatly over the rail. I shrugged out of my shirt and folded it too, while Trent peeled off his sweat pants, leaving them crumpled on the floor. He smiled and shrugged as I grinned at him.
    I stepped under the shower spray first, quickly scrubbing at the mess that was drying onto my stomach. I leaned my head back into the water, and when I opened my eyes, Trent was standing before me. His eyes were dark, and he hummed as he took me in.
    I lathered up some body gel and pulled him under the spray, trading places with him. He leaned back in the water, and I took my time while I washed him down so I could admire his form. He was lean, muscular, his uncircumcised dick hung heavy and limp, and he had a star tattooed on his hip. I washed his abdomen, his chest and up to his neck. He was watching me watch him, and I wasn’t shy about it. He was beautiful.
    As a doctor, I’d seen thousands of naked bodies. Granted, I’d never been naked in the shower with them, but the naked human body was simply anatomy to me. It always had been.
    Until now.
    I was naked, in the shower, with a man. A man who I’d just given a hand job to. A man who pumped me into orgasm. A man. I thought I wasn't anywhere near ready to be so intimate, skin on skin, with a guy. Guess I was wrong.
    Because this felt right.
    I leaned into the spray of water and kissed him. He pulled my bottom lip inbetween his and bit it softly, playfully, before releasing me. He turned the water off, and I handed him a towel. I couldn’t help but watch him as he dried himself.
    I wrapped the towel around my waist. I needed to say what was on my mind before we left the bathroom. I wanted to get it out there, knowing if I put if off now, it would go unsaid. "Trent, I need to tell you… I’m sorry for what I said."
    "But Nathan," he countered, "you do need time. I don’t want to rush you into anything you're not ready for."
    "I won't do anything I don’t want to do," I told him.
    He looked at me thoughtfully. "Nathan, are you scared of what this means?" He indicated to the space between us. Then he quickly added, "Being with a guy?"
    "No, not anymore," I answered. "I was, I mean, at first. The whole guy thing was weird at first. I've never thought of myself as being one thing or another, straight, not