Prologue #7
Eoghan didn’t say a word, his eyes glued to my crotch.
I leant back, resting my weight in my arms and allowed him to unbutton my flies.
My cock was laying across the crease of my hip, jerking and throbbing when Eoghan rubbed the heel of his hand into it.
A needy groan slipped from me, and I immediately snatched my lower lip between my teeth in a bid to silence myself.
Eoghan laughed, continuing to stroke me.
“Ah, I’d known a tall fella like yourself would be packin’,” he murmured. With his patience finally at its limit, he tugged on my jeans. I lifted my hips and allowed him to bare me. “Y’feckin’ lovely, like.”
With no hesitation, Eoghan took my cock into his mouth and my abs tensed, my pleasure hitting me like a freight train.
“J-Jaysus…” I hissed, sucking in a shaky breath.
I was so accustomed to being numb during sex that I’d never had to practice holding myself back and I was shamefully close to coming way too quickly. When I mumbled my apologies, pushing Eoghan away, he chuckled and my cheeks burst into flame.
“Y’sure easy t’ please,” he teased, allowing me room to grapple myself back under control. “Ya done this before, aye?”
“Feck off, ‘course I have!” I snapped, embarrassment flaring further still.
“A’right, don’t be ateing me head off, now.” Eoghan held up his palms, a smirk still firmly in place. “It’s just a craic’er blowie, then?”
I cast him a withering glare, but I couldn’t deny that part at least. When I didn’t respond, Eoghan just grinned and went back to sucking on me. I tried my best to hold off, forcing myself to think about whatever unsexy thoughts I could conjure up, but it was no good.
“Feck, stop!” I groaned. “Y’gotta stop.”
This time Eoghan laughed aloud. “Ya a real minute man, aye?”
I grumbled under my breath, weakly attempting to fight him off as he grasped me in his hand. When Eoghan enveloped me in his hot mouth again, I shuddered.
“Feckin’— I’d be bein’ serious wi’ ya,” I gasped, pleasure peaking dangerously. “I’m gonna come.”
Eoghan hummed, pulling away only long enough to answer. “Do it, then. Y’stamina is so piss poor, ya’ll probably be ready to go again in record time too, aye?”
He was making fun of me, but there was no malice in his words.
If anything, I got the impression he was strangely flattered.
This time, I watched him coat the index finger of the hand that wasn’t wrapped around my cock in his saliva.
I didn’t even have the presence of mind to query what he planned to do with it and when Eoghan sucked me back in, bobbing up and down, all concerns vanished from me entirely.
“Ugh, feck,” I growled between clenched teeth. “That’s it. I’m gonna come.”
Just as my thighs began to tremble and a powerful climax rose up the length of my shaft, I felt Eoghan’s finger on my hole. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back and with an embarrassingly desperate moan, I came, dick pulsating and jerking as I shot down Eoghan’s throat.
Simultaneously, I felt Eoghan’s finger breach me.
I’d always been curious about anal sex – both giving and receiving.
I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like, but the reality exceeded my expectations.
Sure, it felt a little strange, but my orgasm exploded in a way it never had before, and I knew any fleeting discomfort would be worth it. It would always be worth it.
Still reeling, mindless with pleasure, I did my best to relax and let Eoghan explore my body.
“A real mouthful that was, fella,” Eoghan husked, kissing my hip bones. “I take it y’enjoyed yourself?”
I groaned my confirmation, unable to form a coherent sentence. Just as I was beginning to get into Eoghan’s slow, shallow thrusting, a strange, aching desperation for more overcoming me, he pulled away.
“I’d forgotten t’ ask ya how y’liked it ‘fore we started, but y’seemed t’ like a finger well enough, now. Can I feck ya?” he asked, clambering up my body.
“I’ve never—” I mumbled.
“Ah, that’s alright by me, like,” Eoghan replied. “I’m keen if y’are.”
Though my gut churned with nerves, I nodded my head.
Eoghan was in no hurry and despite my attempts to rush ahead, he held firm, forcing me to take the time to relax into the moment and think about what was about to happen.
In my fantasies I’d always been the fella doing the fucking, and yet now I was here, I couldn’t deny I was excited to experience this new facet of my sexuality.
Eoghan knew what he was doing, I could tell by his demeanour, and I was somewhat relieved to have someone to guide me through everything.
When neither of us could wait any longer, Eoghan and I stripped out of the remainder of our clothes.
I lay back against the pillows, splayed out and lazily stroking my semi-hard cock as it began to return back to life.
Turned out Eoghan was bob on with his assessment of my stamina, but I didn’t have it in me to be embarrassed about it now.
I watched Eoghan as he dug through a drawer, turning to chuck a tube of lube and a johnny onto the bed beside me.
“Jaysus, y’fine as all hell,” he murmured, sidling up to me, his gaze raking over my body.
He walked forward on his knees before leaning over me.
With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he held it out to me, and I eagerly took him up on the offer.
As soon as my mouth was around him, he groaned and I swore that moment would be forever burnt into my memory.
I’d enjoyed Eoghan sucking me off – perhaps a little too much – but this?
This was somehow better, and it wasn’t even me that was on the receiving end.
Every low moan or breathy sigh I drew from Eoghan was like a bolt of electricity to my dick and soon I wasn’t rightly sure who was enjoying themselves more.
“Sweet Jaysus, y’got a mouth on ya,” Eoghan muttered, stroking his hand through my hair as I sucked on him. “I’d be eatin’ me words about minute men in a wee bit, aye. Y’drivin’ me crazy.”
Eoghan allowed me to continue for a few moments more before he was roughly pushing me off him. I wiped my mouth off, a little disappointed I wasn’t going to be able to taste his cum but also burning with desire and excitement over what was coming next.
Whilst I caught my breath, swiping a palm over my sweaty face, I watched Eoghan rip open the wee johnny, rolling it down his shaft before coating it liberally in lubricant.
“Roll over,” he instructed. I did as he asked, breathing hard and fighting against a fresh flurry of nerves.
To my surprise, Eoghan didn’t plough straight ahead, instead he buried his face between my cheeks, his hot, wet tongue snaking from between his lips to lick my hole. I tensed up, grabbing a fistful of bedding in each hand as I moaned into the pillow.
“What’re ya doin’?” I spluttered when I could catch my breath. “That’s feckin’… That’s too much.”
“Just a wee bit o’ rimmin’ t’ get y’goin’, like,” Eoghan replied, voice muffled by my arse cheeks. “Y’like it well enough, do y’not?”
My cock answered for me, throbbing against the bed. With Eoghan’s tongue teasing my hole, I felt the muscles there pulse in time with my dick. I didn’t have to be able to see him to know he was smiling. Wee sneaky bastard knew what he was doing to me alright.
“A’right, let’s get goin’, now,” Eoghan eventually murmured, easing his body over the top of mine. “I’ll go slow. Ya’d be tellin’ me if it’s too much, y’hear?”
I gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white and nodded, holding my breath. I felt the head of Eoghan’s cock nudge at my hole, the lube cold in stark contrast to the heat of his tongue.
“Ah, an’ John-Francis?”
I turned my head quizzically.
“Ya’d be better off breathin’ through it. Doncha go holdin’ back and passin’ out, now.”
Obediently, I released a shaky breath and Eoghan pushed forward. I felt my hole stretching past the point of comfort and I tensed up, my body fighting against the intrusion.
“Easy,” Eoghan sighed. “Easy, now. Relax yourself or I’ll be hurtin’ ya.”
Summoning a sense of willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I forced myself to relax. I focussed on my breathing, on the thundering of my heart against my ribs and Eoghan pushed forward once more.
It was uncomfortable, but when Eoghan paused, finally fully seated inside me, I had to admit it hadn’t been as agonising as I’d been expecting.
“That’s good,” he groaned, palming my arse. “That’s so feckin’ good.”
His praise lit me up and I pushed myself back against him.
It was subtle, but my request for more wasn’t denied.
Eoghan leant over me, resting his weight in one arm whilst he used the other to hold me steady.
His thrusts were slow, barely moving at first but as I grew more and more relaxed Eoghan became bolder with his strokes.
Soon enough, he was rolling his hips back and forth, fucking me in a deep, driving motion that had me moaning into the pillows like a wee bitch.
It felt so fucking good and my mind hurtled back to memories of that centrefold.
I remembered being confused, disbelieving that having another fella’s cock rammed in your arse could ever feel good.
I’d had myself convinced that perhaps it was something they suffered for their partner’s sake… I’d never been so glad to be wrong.
Every thrust of Eoghan inside me sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my entire body.
His weight pressed my hips down into the mattress, forcing my cock to rub against the sheets.
There was no escaping from it, the ecstasy seemingly coming from all sides, and when I cried out, muffling myself with the pillow as best I was able to, Eoghan chuckled.
“Don’t tell me y’gonna shoot before me again?” That playful tone had returned to his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing, deliberately pushing me closer to the edge, and getting off on it, too.