TYLER #3
The relief and delight painted his face brighter than any of the paint I had smeared over his pretty cheeks. He wanted it so clearly that I was almost embarrassed of not realizing it sooner. “So you want to be the first to…?”
“Bottom for you,” I said, keeping the nervous lilt out of my voice. I nodded. “If you want me to.”
His dick’s throb answered for him. We both felt it and Tyler gave a little laugh. “Sebastian,” he said as he ran one finger down the drying paint on my face. “When it comes to you, I want everything.”
My hands rested on his hips for a moment longer, then I pulled them back and pressed my open palms against his chest. As I pushed him gently, he leaned back, holding his legs under his weight and lowering himself on the bit of sheet that protected the carpet from the mess I had made. And the mess I still planned to make.
As he was leaning back, Tyler’s hips thrust out, and his dick speared upward between us. The sight of it made my heart skip a beat, but I felt more excited than afraid.
Tyler dropped to the floor, his legs straightening, one on each side of me, and I slowly bent down to kiss his thighs.
His body was warm, his skin soft under my lips.
I followed his thigh until I reached his crotch, my heart pounding faster.
I wondered if I would ever get used to the thrill of it.
As my lips touched his balls, Tyler let out a little whimper and gritted his teeth.
He ran a hand through my hair and closed his fist around it on the back of my head.
He didn’t direct me, but he held me as I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against his balls.
It was a new thing we had discovered together.
Not only did it make the other one feel incredible, but it was oddly pleasurable to perform.
I was gently sucking his balls into my mouth and never did it fully, but it was enough to make Tyler writhe on the floor and grip the fistful of my hair tighter.
When I released him, he groaned hard and breathed for a short time before I pressed my face against his crotch again.
Not everything we did made perfect sense.
Some things weren’t meant to have a clear purpose at all.
If I wanted to feel him throb against my face while I exhaled my hot breath against his balls, I did just that.
It turned me on. That was reason enough.
Tyler shuddered and pulled my head up. As I lifted my gaze to meet his sexy face, I wrapped a hand around his dick.
The paint was already dry on my fingers, but I still refrained from using too much of my hand.
It forced me to be creative with my mouth, too.
So I put my lips around his cock and sucked him in while gazing into his eyes.
The feeling of connection blazed brightly between us.
We locked our gazes on one another’s eyes as I sucked him deeper into my mouth.
I was getting damn good at this, barely choking on his dick as I impaled myself throat-deep.
The sort of comfort of knowing what his cock felt like in my mouth was the award I had never expected to get, but I felt that comfort now.
And I needed it. For all the prep I had done, I hadn’t dared to put even one finger inside of myself today.
His one clean hand held onto the locks of my hair as his painted fingers dug into the sheet and carpet under him.
He lifted his hips, sliding his dick deeper into me, and I sucked him even when I couldn’t breathe.
I’d gotten the hang of breathing while pleasuring him, although it didn’t always work.
My head jerked back as my lungs burned with the need for air. I inhaled, my mouth wide open, and Tyler jerked his hips up and down, sliding his dick into my mouth and out. Saliva dripped down his length and pooled in his short-cropped hair, trickling down his smooth balls and staining his groin.
I reached up his torso, freely feeling his body now that I knew I could.
I could touch him anywhere and he wouldn’t mind.
It would only spark his curiosity and make him want to see what it felt like both to be touched so and to touch me like that.
And as I worshiped his body, I knew I was pushing him too far.
His dick was hard as marble, standing at full mast and throbbing in my mouth.
I had to pull back before I made him come.
Tyler’s chest shuddered as I released him from my mouth. His cock slapped against his hard abs, then quickly stiffened again and lifted at a sharp angle, the tip never again touching his stomach.
With my messy fingers, I opened the drawer of my nightstand and tossed condoms and lube on the sheet.
Tyler wore an excited expression, his naughty, boyish smile charming me before he even said a word.
As I pulled my sweatpants and my underwear down my legs, Tyler pushed the supplies I’d handed him out of the way.
He was on his knees in no time, licking his lips, and his hands went for my naked hips.
As I stepped out of my clothes, Tyler turned me around.
Shivers ran down my arms. My skin prickled even before he neared me. I knew what he wanted to do and it filled me with such blinding lust that nothing else would satiate my desires but what he was about to do.
His hot breath washed over my bare, sensitive skin, and his hands squeezed my cheeks, spreading them apart. We’d groped each other’s butts countless times, going as far as to run a finger or two over each other’s holes, but we hadn’t done more than that. Not until now.
I cried out the first time his warm, wet tongue pressed against my tight hole. It was a choked yelp of surprise. My dick pulsed and Tyler’s hot breath burst from his nose as he chuckled. “Fuck, that’s nice,” he whispered, then licked me again.
My hand instinctively reached back and grabbed his head.
I was leaning forward, my legs spread, and I pushed his head so that his face pressed harder against my butt.
He gripped my hips with strong arms and yanked me back against him, rubbing his tongue all over the space between my cheeks.
It was breathtaking in the most literal sense of the word.
My lungs were collapsing and burning, my chest was shaking, and my abs were trembling.
I couldn’t remember a time when I was as tense as this.
Guided by his arms, I knelt on the floor, my hands on the sheet supporting my torso. Tyler was kneeling behind me, his tongue working my hole with surprising softness. Still, his hold on me was firm.
I folded my arms on the floor and buried my face in the fold of my right arm, muffling my rising moans while Tyler devoured me.
His clean left hand moved between my legs and took my dick from below all the while his lips and tongue pleasured my hole.
I hadn’t known that something could feel this good.
Part of me wanted to have him in my mouth and see if that was the winning combination and the other part was far too happy with what we were doing to care about anything else.
My toes were curling and relaxing at every change in pressure. My dick was pulsing in his hand. And when my hole felt so warm and wet that I needed something more to happen, Tyler seemed to sense it too.
He pulled back a couple of inches. “I’m going to put one finger inside of you, baby,” he said.
I whimpered at the last word as much as I craved for what he promised to do. A choked sound of assent assured him I wanted him to continue.
Tyler released my dick and pressed his finger gently near my hole, dragging it up and down and moving it in circles around my rim.
He rubbed and massaged and I felt it when his saliva dropped on me from a few inches above.
He picked it up with his finger and rubbed it a little firmer. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck yes,” I panted.
The truth was, I didn’t know if I was ready or not.
I just knew I couldn’t stay like this, strung in suspense and shivering for something else to happen.
And when he pressed his finger hard against my hole, all of me tensed and closed in defense.
Despite my best attempts, I couldn’t control my instincts.
Tyler pulled back. “Not yet,” he said almost like he found it amusing.
There was nothing judgmental or disappointed in his tone.
I loved how careful he was. I loved how tender and sweet he was.
And he leaned in, pressing his tongue softly against my hole again.
Moment after incredible moment, I felt my body relaxing.
“Try now,” I pleaded, figuring out how to remain relaxed while his finger added a little bit of pressure. My hole clenched once, briefly before I forced it to be calm.
What rolled over my lips was something between a cry of joy and a desperate sob. Tyler’s finger slipped inside of me and my whole body lit up. It was like some crazy adrenaline drug was injected into my bloodstream.
“Does it hurt?” Worry mixed with curiosity in his tone. He wouldn’t want to hurt me, but he also wanted to know before it was his turn to try it.
“No,” I whispered, finding my voice somewhere deep within.
I felt like my soul was far outside my body.
Like my voice was no longer mine. “It doesn’t hurt at all.
” My words were followed by another sob-like sound, but now I heard what it was.
It was happiness. It was pure happiness at the discovery that it was fine.
We weren’t going to have to give each other up over this.
No, it wasn’t a scary, painful thing. In fact, it felt so good that my vision was becoming blurry and happy tears made my eyes wet.
Tyler’s finger pulled back and returned deeper into me. He was very carefully slow and gentle with me, but he couldn’t know how it crazed me. He didn’t know how badly I wanted to feel more of him inside of me.