13 #3
He pulled me over onto his chest and I settled between his legs, lying flush against his abdomen.
His fingers were in my hair, stroking my scalp and creating shockwaves that rippled to the tips of my toes.
Since I was semi-hard, I couldn't just lay against him and not meditate on the intimacy we were experiencing.
I was now his, withholding nothing. No more subterfuge.
No more furtive curiosity. Time to act. I didn't care what others might’ve thought.
I could sense he was equally aroused, pressing full-on into my belly like a knot—all of him storming all of me.
Somewhere between here and the cellar, we were disinhibited.
I lunged up, kissing him for the first time.
He sounded bestial. His groans filling the room, orgasmic and unembarrassed.
I heard our lips meet and part, the incessant onrush of our breath, and finally our tongues as they roamed one another.
I broke the kiss and pressed my lips to his cheek, then around to his ear.
It was scorching hot and clean, responding to the stroke of my tongue and making him grind up into me.
I whispered fevered, unintelligible things—things I'd never said to anyone before.
I asked him to marry me. I asked him to fuck me.
His hands snaked up the back of my shirt, then down into my underwear. He caressed my bare ass for the first time, grabbing fistfuls of my flesh and spreading me apart. Stroking my opening with impatient fingertips. I gasped against his mouth, unsure of what to do next.
"You're so warm..." he breathed, dragging his fingers around my clenching hole.
In a flash he had flipped me onto my back, staring me in the eyes so intently I was afraid to blink.
Then he snaked a hand up my shirt to tease my nipples, which were rock-hard.
I rushed to cover them, because I felt awkward and feminine, but his fingertips stroked them so torturously I nearly jumped from my skin.
When that wasn't enough, he shoved my shirt up my ribs to get at them fully, flicking them with his thumbs before tonguing wildly.
I let out a deep moan and he put a hand over my mouth to quiet me.
I set a pillow onto my face, envisioning the moist heat of his tongue as it savored my beaded flesh to no end.
Finally, he slipped a hand down the front of my briefs, his lips returning to mine before sweeping along my jaw.
He took me into his hands, rigid and throbbing, swiping his thumb along the engorged tip to gather the drip that had formed there.
I came explosively; harder than I ever had before.
He stroked me through it, massaging my balls and squeezing my length until he was sure I was empty.
Afterwards I lay quivering, legs spread, feeling every nerve-ending in my body stand to attention.
I covered my face with my arm, embarrassed that I came so fast. Embarrassed that I soiled his hand in the process.
He seemed completely unfazed, cleaning both of us off with a few tissues from the nightstand.
"Hey...you alright?" he murmured, kissing my cheek, continuing to worship my spent flesh. He took it into his hand again, stroking it at his leisure. And even though I felt hypersensitive, I let him play with me for as long as he wanted, becoming acquainted with my every inch.
He kept whispering that I was perfect. That I had the most gorgeous body he had ever seen.
I wondered if he meant in general, or for a boy.
Then I felt bad that I hadn't done anything to finish him off.
But he was the expert. He lay back beside me, grabbed a bit of lotion from the nightstand drawer and stroked himself.
The sounds he made fascinated me, pouring deep from within his chest, abrupt and muffled.
There was also the fap of his flesh in the palm of his hand.
I grabbed it because I was curious how it would feel to hold another man.
He was warm from the friction, slightly moist from the lotion, and silky smooth.
He tensed up when I touched him, and after a few inquisitive strokes he relaxed, pushing his hips up into my hand until he came.
He let out a breathy moan as he climaxed, sounding like nothing I’d ever heard before.
He tried to be as quiet as possible, but failed.
Cum was everywhere. All over the sheets.
I freaked out, afraid the others might see.
We got up and washed ourselves—especially our faces—removing any traces of what we’d done. Afterwards, we stared at each other in the piercing light of the bathroom, clad in nothing but our briefs.
"That was nuts," I sighed.
"Mm…" he lowered onto the edge of the tub with a grimace.
"So…what happened?"
"Shit, man...I'm not even sure." He took a minute to collect himself, contemplating it all. "I think we just sort of fooled around a bit, yeah?"
"Should we be worried?"
"No, not at all." His eyes were tired slits. "It was just for tonight...y'know?"
"Yeah..."
I played nervously with the waistband of my briefs before sitting beside him on the tub. He nudged me with his elbow.
"How do you feel? Any good?"
"Reallly good," I smiled. "And tired."
He grabbed me then and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the bed with a growl. We lay entangled for most of the night, separating by morning in case the other boys came rushing in.