My first Time

“Dat time before, wit Max… he was y’ first wit a man, non?” The Cajun spit out Max’s name as if it were a curse word.

“I’m straight if that’s what you’re gettin at.” Marshall bit out sarcastically. He couldn’t help it. The fear in his stomach was twisting him inside out and making it hard to breathe. Remy hadn’t paid big bucks to sit in an almost pitch black closet with him to simply ‘discuss’ past love experiences. The attraction that was slithering in his guts was more alarming then anything else though. He WAS straight but he couldn’t seem to shake the queasy feeling of lust out of him. He hadn’t had any sex in much too long and he wasn’t going to be getting any from a woman anytime soon. This was the best he could even hope for.

“Dat’s not really an answer.” Remy’s voice had a smile in it but Marshall couldn’t see his face well enough to be sure. When a hand unexpectedly molded itself against Marshall’s hip he involuntarily shrunk away.

“Sorry. Sorry.” He mumbled, more as a chastening to himself then as an actual apology to Remy.

“S’okay.” Remy suddenly whispered, lips right against Marshall’s ear. “Remy want t’ do dis wit y’ right. Sex wit men don’ have t’ hurt. Goin t’ make it feel good fer y’ too. Y’ don’ have t’ be so nervous. Remy goin’ t’ take care o’ y’.”

He trailed his hands down both of Marshall’s bare arms, easily encircling his wrists and pulling him closer. Their lips meet unexpectedly in the dark.

Remy kissed him deeply, thoroughly, his tongue exploring every aspect of Marshall’s mouth. His property, Marshall couldn’t help but think. After a moment Remy pulled away and brushed a thumb across his cheek.

“Take y’ shirt off. Saves time.”

Marshall complied, his hands only fumbling a little bit. He felt his nipples harden as they hit the cool air. Remy’s fingers carefully laced through his left hand and he pulled him over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and gently pushed Marshall down onto his knees.

His fingers ghosted across Marshall’s throat and a thumb stroked his jaw. Then lips found his. As they kissed again Remy’s fingers loosened from his and wrapped themselves around his wrist. He put Marshall’s hand against his dick as he continued to distract his mouth. Marshall wasn’t sure when or how much he had undressed but his hand just kept sliding across warm skin. He let Remy guide his hand up and down the shaft and tried not to think much about it.

“Good. Juss like dat’… lil slower.” Remy’s mouth moved to his neck and sucked gently as their hands continued sliding. “Dat’s real good. Remy show y’ how t’ do dat wit y’ mouth next time.”

Marshall half shivered at the thought and stroked a little harder. Remy’s breath snuffled sharply against his neck. It almost sounded like laughing but Marshall couldn’t be sure.