My eyes fell from his to look over his freshly exposed chest. It wasn’t something I’d never seen before, in fact it was probably the billionth time I had. For the past two years I had known him I’d only seen him actually wear a shirt a handful of times. Unless we were in a store or bundled up for the cold weather, he was shirtless. His name was Channing, it was so close to “charming” it couldn’t have fit him better. He was a twenty-four year old a college student, living on his own and I was seventeen and in high school. He couldn’t have been a better applicant for my first crush. He was sweet, and intelligent, the only problem was he was straight.
For years he was the only boy to make my heart pound up into my throat, fill my stomach with undeniable butterflies, and invade my sleep with the most perfect of dreams. It was impossible for him not to, he was gorgeous. We spent a lot of time together when he wasn’t busy with school or work. Though if he wasn’t at work he was talking about it. It was his passion, tattoos. Which explained why he was covered in them himself. He would talk on and on about how amazing it felt to be leaving his mark permanently etched in someones skin. It drove me crazy to see how excited he got talking about it, how happy it made him. I remember wishing that I could make him that happy, that he’d give me the chance to try.
Yet here I was, laying naked on his living room couch, watching him strip down to his boxers. A few days prior, the two of us had been talking about tattoos, as always, when he asked me to let him ink me.
“My parents would KILL me if I came home with a tattoo!”
“So we’ll hide it.” He caressed my shoulder with the back of his hand. My heart lerched.
“Where would we hide it? My ass?” He laughed, so did I.
“…What about your dick?”
“WHAT?” I coughed. “You can do that?”
“Of course I can.”
“Is it going to hurt..?” He was quiet, and I knew that meant yes.
A few days later and I was knocking on his door, my hands shaking from the nervous energy pulsing through my body. He opened it, and with out words he took me by the hands and brought me to the couch and I sat. He pushed me by my shoulders, and I let him lay me down. I opened my mouth but before I could form any words he held out a pack of cigarettes towards me. I took one, and he lit it for me as he spoke.
“You have to be hard.”
“I have to be what?”
“It won’t work if you’re soft.”
I felt my eyes widen as they looked down at the tattoo gun on the coffee table, there were bottles of ink lined up and a roll of paper towels. They wondered to his face as he lifted my legs and sat down on the couch beside me, laying them back down in his lap.
“How do you expect it to stay hard while theres needles being jabbed into it?” I swallowed watching his hands slid up my thighs, and grab onto my pants unbuttoning them.
“Oh come on..” He cooed, his voice as soft as velvet. “Are you saying you can’t get hard for me?”
Shivers danced along my spine as he pulled down my jeans zipper, sliding his hands back down my legs to my knees. I opened my mouth but couldn’t think of what to say. He pressed a finger to my lips.
“Shhh babyboy, I know you can.” Babyboy? He’d never called me that before.. but he’d also never slid his hands up my shirt like this. He bunched my shirt up above my chest and I pulled it off over my head as his hands slid back down my skin grabbing my jeans and inching them down. He stood up holding my legs, pulled off my shoes and then my pants. Clenched between my teeth, my lip throbbed as I watched him fall to his knees between the couch and the coffee table.
His attention turned to the ink bottles and mine turned to my boxers. As it turned out I was already hard and he had barely done anything. I found myself wanting him to just forget about that stupid tattoo and go back to touching me. I would have been just fine with that. He turned back towards me and I tried to think about anything else just so I’d get soft again and make him start over but it was useless.
“You have to stay hard the whole time..” I tried to look scared as I nodded, though I didn’t really have to force it. He stood up, and pulled his shirt off, before opening his pants and letting them fall. I felt my dick tingle with anticipation. I wanted so badly to see more, but I knew I wasn’t going to. His fingers danced along my hips just above the waist band of my boxers and I squeezed my eyes shut trying not to let it get to me but it was too late. Grabbing the fabric of the last bit of clothing I had left, I watched him pull them down to my knees and my cock stood straight up, begging for attention. Then he did something I hadn’t expected, he grabbed onto it, squeezing it tightly in his hand and I let out a loud groan before covering my mouth to silence it. A smile streched across his face as he looked up at me, stroking it slowly. After a minute or so of my brain being teased he let go of my cock, and picked up the tattoo gun. I grabbed his wrist, and he smiled.
“It’s okay, I promise.” I nodded and let go. “Are you ready?” I looked from his face to the gun before nodding again slowly.
The sound of the gun was loud and as he grabbed hold on my dick, streching the skin back I grabbed on to the fabric of the couch, chewing on my lip as he pressed the needle to my skin. It stung like hell and I felt to urge to smack his hand away as he moved the point along slowly. It wasn’t long before the buzzing stopped and he set the gun back on the table, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the excess ink and blood from my softening cock.
“I’m sorry.” but he ignored my words, looking up at me as he licked his lips before leaning down to press a line of soft kisses along my thigh as he gently rubbed the side of my dick that wasn’t laced with pain. Within seconds I had a raging hard-on again, and the sound on the buzzing filled my ears once more.
I watched as he worked, I’d never actually watch him tattoo before but the determination on his face was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. His hands worked in perfect harmony to strech back my skin and wipe away the drops of blood. I was entranced by it, and the time seemed to pass quickly as I fought through the pain. Eventually it took over me again and I could feel myself starting to lose it. He put the gun down, and I found my voice.
“Done yet?” He chuckled.
“With the outline..” I looked down, grabbing a hold of it and he shooed my hand away.
“No peaking.” It was just then I realized that I had no idea what I was letting him put on my body. We hadn’t talked about it, I never suggested anything and he hadn’t asked.
I took my hands back to myself, and watched as he worked for my erection again. To my surprise he got up off he floor and sat in-between my legs on the couch, pushing one of them off. Leaning down towards me again, his hand wrapped around the base of my dick and pulled upwards slowly, I winced as he passed over the tattoo outline the pain of it mixing with the pleasure of the constant movement of his hand. As he went up and down, I watched him lick his lips and move his face closer and closer to the head of my cock until I thought he was going to put in it his mouth. Then he stopped. I was hard and throbbing once again and precum had oozed from the slit of it, making him wipe his hand on his boxers.
“Sorry..” I mumbled as he picked up the gun once again and he ignored me, smiling. As he brought it back to my skin the sound filled the room again.
“How long have you liked me?” I was caught off guard, we hadn’t really spoken about it before. I told him I liked him, he told me he was straight and that was it.
“I don’t know.. Forever.” His eyes met mine.
“Are you in love with me?” I just looked at him before looking down at my dick which seemed to be getting softer again from talking on top of the pain.
“I think so..” He leaned down licking directly up the underside of my cock from base to tip, then continued drawing in my flesh.
“For how long?” My body pulsed with confusion, I didn’t know what to focus on between the pain, the conversation and trying to keep my erection from fading.
“I don’t know Channing..” He put down the gun and stared up at me, I was going soft again. Both of his hands grabbed hard onto my dick, and I gasped in pain as he moved them in opposite directions.
“How long do you think?” His eyes stayed on his hands, as mine closed not being able to keep them open through the amazing sensation coursing through my body.
“Maybe a year?” I managed to breathe out. More precum, he wiped it on his boxers. Picking up the gun again, I focused on the sound it made as he continued.
“Are you almost done?” I looked down at his hands, the pain from the gun had started to hurt in the worst way, I didn’t want to go soft again but I could feel it coming.
“Almost.” He smiled looking at his work as he put the gun down again, standing up and dropping his boxers. My jaw fell with them. I wasn’t sure if he had done it on purpose until he said “It’s okay. You can look.” Instantly I was hard again. His dick was beautiful and just as tan as the rest of his body and tattooed down the left side of it was a lightning bolt, a blue one.
Getting back down on his knees, he picked up the gun and continued to work as I tried not to stare at his body. Before I knew it the buzzing sound had left me ears and he placed the gun back on the table.
“All done.” He smiled, looking down at it. “How’s it feel?”
“It hurts, real bad.”
“Want me to kiss it better?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, holding it to his face he pressed a line of three barely there kisses to my freshly tattooed skin, sending a sharp stinging sensation through my body.
“Thanks..” I whispered barely able to push the sound past my lips.
He glanced up at me before licking up the pain infected area and pushing his lips past the head of my cock. I bit my tongue to keep from making sound as he pushed more past his lips until he gagged and pulled his mouth off, licking again.
I closed my mouth and watched as he climbed over me, bringing his face close to mine leaving it there. My eyes closed, I was sure he was going to kiss me, and it felt like an eternity until his mouth touched my jaw. I was disappointed, but I stayed quiet. Soft lips left light kisses across my jaw and down my neck as I felt his cock dangle above mine, the head of it sweeping against my sensitive skin. I reached for it, but my fingers just barely brushed it when he grabbed my hand pulling it away. I wasn’t the only one who was nervous.
“I’ve never done this before.” He was looking down at me as he got up on his knees. His cock was soft but mine wasn’t and I saw it pointing straight up behind him.
“Wait, done what..?” I managed to spit out in-between heavy breaths.
He climbed back between my legs, grabbing onto my dick again, shoving his mouth over it. He went down pretty far until he choked and pulled away from it, long strings of saliva connecting his lips back to my body. His hand slid up and down, squeezing so tightly that the combination of how good it felt and how bad the pain hurt made it hard to decide if I wanted to tell him “No! Don’t stop” or “Stop, No, Don’t.” He kept his eyes squeezed shut as he brought his mouth back to it, only taking a few inches in past his lips. He sucked hard on it, pumping the rest with his hand before dropping it again to cough and spit into the ashtray on the coffee table.
He came back again with more force, one of his hands squeezing tightly around my balls as the other held the base of my cock pointing it up towards his mouth, again as he wrapped his lips back around it, bobbing his head up and down quickly. I bit my tongue trying to hold back the small sounds the escaped my lungs but it was no use. Once his hand started moving again, making up for the space he missed that didn’t fit into his mouth, I was squirming around, loud sounds finding their way into the air until I couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled, I couldn’t hold it back as I came in his mouth, squeezing onto the cushions of the couch.
“Ugh, fuck.” He coughed, spitting my cum out into the ash tray, gagging and spitting a few times before standing up, and grabbing the pack of cigarettes from the table.
He took one and lit it before handing me one with the lighter, he dressed quickly before collecting my clothes and handing them to me with out saying a word. I threw them on and sat still, not sure what to say or do. I’d never done anything with a boy before, I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. We sat there in silence until we finished our cigarettes, then he looked at me.
“You should go..” He whispered and I nodded before standing up. As I went for the door he followed behind me stopping me before I opened it. He spun me around, and placed a soft kiss to my forehead.
“Thanks for the tattoo..” but he wasn’t thinking about that.
“I’m sorry..” He whispered softer than before. “I tried.. but I don’t think I can do it..”
I just nodded and he opened the door for me. The walk home was unbearable, I couldn’t shut my brain off. It raced between thoughts and images of all that had happened I just wanted to get home, I had to see what it was.
I walked inside, went to my room and closed the door. I dropped my pants and looked at the painful mark he had left on me. Tattooed down the left side was a lightning bolt, a blue one.