23. caleb
23
caleb
I freeze and look up to meet his eyes. I knew the answer immediately as soon as he asked.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I smile back. Truthfully, I’d do just about anything Nathaniel wants me to do right now. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not straight about five minutes into this trip. And hearing him forgive me…that’s unlocked everything I’ve been holding inside of me. I feel like cuffs have come undone and I’m now able to be unapologetically myself. As though the one person who has ever truly mattered has now accepted me.
Seeing him, being around him, it’s intoxicating. It’s always been like that. So yeah, maybe I didn’t know it then, but my adult brain (debatable at times), sure does. I want Nathaniel in any which way he’ll give himself to me.
And if this is his way of forgiving me for what I did, I’ll take it. I’ll take it—
…oh wait.
Oh fuck. I didn’t think about that part. If this was to go further… who was going to top? Who was going to bottom? I guess I always thought of myself as more of the dominant one in my sexual experiences, but being with Nathaniel… something has shifted inside of me. It’s been nice having him take over.
‘Taking care of me’, as he likes to put it. I wonder how good it will feel having him tower over me. Telling me how much he likes how my body makes him feel.
“Hey. Get out of your head.” He grips my cheeks roughly in his hands, making me snap back to reality. Didn’t even realize I was day dreaming so intensely.
However, my dick is at full mast now.
“Shit, sorry.” I mutter.
“Lay down,” Nathaniel orders, shifting down on the bed. I oblige quickly, shuffling down, removing my shorts.
“Damn, no boxers,” Nathaniel breathes. Clearly he likes the sight as my dick pops out of my shorts and smacks onto my stomach.
I bite back a moan and try my best not to buck my hips as Nathaniel hovers down over me and slips my dick immediately into his mouth. It’s like he doesn’t even have to think about it. Where's the shy guy I knew back in high school? Where’d he go? Because this guy…this man—has no timidness about him. His eyes connect with mine as he gives me a deep, long suck.
“You’re incredible,” I gasp.
He groans something incoherent as he continues up and down my shaft while doing this lovely swirling thing with his tongue on my tip. He barely lightens up on the suction and it feels so incredible that my eyes are begin to cross.
“Holy shit, Nathaniel,” My body is starting to tremble. I can feel pressure building up and at this rate, I know I'm not going to last much longer.
Suddenly, he stops and I let out an embarrassing whimper.
“Suck on these for me,” he smiles at my outburst. Oh fuck. Putting his fingers into my mouth, I mimic what he was doing to me only moments before. I feel in a daze as I lather up his fingers that are pushing in and out , lazily.
His other hand absentmindedly moves up and down my dick, slowly. It's painfully arousing how much he's teasing me.
I want more. I want more - right now.
As though he read my mind, he wiggles himself even further in between my legs, pushing my legs further apart.
“Oh, Jesus, what are you doing?” I breathe, snapping back to reality. I lift up to lean on to my elbows and watch what he's doing. My heart starts beating super fast.
“Just lay back and trust me. I’ll take care of you,” he whispers, pushing me back down with his non-soaked hand.
I lay back down and decide to give into it. What’s the worst that could happen? I want whatever Nathaniel is going to give me. I'm his for the taking.
My body tenses as I feel his mouth engulf me once more.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan, relaxing again.
I feel his hand slip lower between us and hook under my thigh, propping that leg up. I take that as a hint to lift my other leg to match, and soon, my lower half is tilted upwards and my legs are propped up on the bed.
I would be embarrassed about how exposed I am if it wasn’t for Nathaniel distracting me with his glorious mouth. He then licks his way down to my balls, sucking each one lightly, back and forth.
“You’re driving me insane.” I move my hips back and forth on the bed. I need to come so badly. I can feel it building up inside of me, ready to tip over.
“You want to come for me?” His voice is muffled as he stuffs his face into my balls.
“ Oh fuck! ” I can barely get the words out. This is sweet torture.
That’s when his mouth slips even further downwards. I tense at the feeling of the sudden intrusion. No one, and I mean no one, has ever gone down that low on me before. I feel shy all of a sudden, but Nathaniel keeps going. This time, he hooks his arms around my legs to pull me closer to him, and he licks my hole enthusiastically.
“Nathaniel, holy shit—” I moan. It feels… incredible , tingling through my body and straight to my dick as he circles my entrance over and over again.
“I can barely take this,” I struggle to say.
“You’re going to be a good boy and hold on for me. I want to watch you come on my fingers. Can you do that for me, baby?”
My eyes widen as I take in his words. I nod my head hesitantly. I’d do just about anything for him when he calls me that.
“Tell me. Use your words,” he commands.
“I can be a good boy,” I whisper, feeling a blush wash over me. Holy shit, Nathaniel is making me feel so different than I have ever felt. And I love it .
He lowers his mouth again, pressing lightly on my nerve endings with his tongue. I moan and open my legs wider at the feeling. It feels so dirty, yet so fucking sexy having him there. I want to press his face in further, but I stop myself.
He shifts his two fingers that he had in my mouth minutes ago downwards. Pressing one finger to my hole, he circles the rim slowly.
I brace myself as I feel his finger press slightly inside.
“Oh, fuck ,” I grunt. Definitely feels weird. No, not weird. Just… different? Not the most comfortable feeling in the world but hey, it doesn’t feel terrible. I bite my lip as he pulls slightly out, only to try again.
I feel a tremendous amount of pressure, but I’d be lying if I said I wanted him to stop. How far will my body allow him to go? All the way?
“That’s a good boy. Keep breathing,” Nathaniel moans. He voice sounds shaky, as though he’s holding himself back from crumbling himself. Is he getting off to this? I love the thought so much that it makes me relax around his fingers. “You look so fucking amazing, taking my finger so well,” he pants, pressing in again.
He leans down, and I feel wetness drip onto my balls and run down to my edge as he uses his spit as lube. He presses in further, and I can feel him break through the tightness.
I breathe out as his finger manages to go deeper than I would’ve thought possible.
“Oh damn,” Nathaniel moans again. “Look how well you take my finger. You’re so damn tight, I could come just by watching you like this.”
My eyes roll back at the sound of that. Nathaniel coming from just watching me? Sign me up.
I rock my hips back and forth as he pulses his finger in and out of me. It doesn’t feel bad, but I definitely want more. That’s when I feel him press in another finger.
“Shit shit shit,” I curse. The fullness…now that feels good. That feels really good.
“I can’t wait to see my dick inside this tight hole. I’m never going to want to leave,” he praises.
He hooks his fingers, and as if there is a magic spot waiting there inside of me to be touched, a big shock of electricity runs across my whole body. My dick feeling like it’s being pumped from the inside out.
I moan out so loudly as I feel the rush take over, my dick twitching against my stomach.
“There it is,” he smiles.
“Mmmm-mhmm,” I babble, nodding my head. Curving his fingers again, he brushes against that sweet spot and I tremble once more. Then again, and again.
It isn’t long before that I'm crumbling, and a big wet spot of precum is now pooled on my belly button.
“Nathaniel, please,” I beg. “Let me come. I've been such a good boy for you.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth right now, but I can’t help it. I feel like I'm lost, not even here anymore and only Nathaniel can find me.
I grind into his thrusts every time his fingers pulse in and out. My dick lays hard and ready on my stomach. One stroke, and I'll be done for.
“Tell me what you want,” he groans, sliding his free hand up and down my thigh.
“Make me come. I want to come,” I whimper, watching his beautiful face as he drinks me in.
He wraps his hand around my dick and I let out a loud moan as I buck my hips into his hand.
“Let me taste you. Show me who you belong to.” He tilts my dick into his mouth and presses his fingers deep into my ass. I feel my eyes roll back as he deepthroats my dick as much as he can take me.
I moan his name as everything goes white and fuzzy. My hips buck as he bobs his head up and down, swallowing all of my cum as I pulse down his throat.
“Only you,” I whisper as he sucks the last bit out of me. My body trembles as my legs go slack. I’ve never been… owned like that.
He hurriedly creeps up my body, positioning himself over top of me as he lowers his shorts just enough for his dick to pop out. Pumping quickly, he closes his eyes and lets the euphoria rush over him.
My eyes widen as I take in what he’s about to do. Holy shit, he’s more daring than I thought. “Yes, fuck yes,” I gasp. That’s all it took. Long spurts of clear, milky cum pour out of his dick and covers my torso as he shamelessly jerks his beautiful dick over me. “That's the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I pant as he lays down beside me.
He breathes out heavily and smiles, looking back at me. “Ditto,” he says, patting me on the chest, being careful to avoid the wetness on my stomach.
I close my eyes as Nathaniel sneaks away to the bathroom to clean himself off and to grab me a towel, returning to wipe me clean.
“That was…” I begin. He looks at me, anticipating my words. “The best.” I finish.
A smile washes over his face as he nods. “Good. I liked it too.”
“Let me do it to you.” I roll to my side, looking up at him. I'm so excited to share this with him. Maybe we can take turns. All night long.
“Yeah, okay,” he chuckles. “Let’s see what all that moaning was about.”
“Lay back and be amazed.” I sigh, completely blissed out. I’m so ready to show him how incredible he made me feel. It’d be even better with some assistance. I remember what I was supposed to check earlier. “Hey, I think I may have a bottle of lube in my bag. Check in the side pocket of my duffle bag.” I roll onto my back and tuck my hands beneath my head as I wait.
My eyes snap open as I remember something very important.
Oh shit.
I didn’t tell him which side pocket of my duffle bag.
“Wait—” I call out.
But I’m too late. I sit up and look at him across the room.
There he is. Standing there with wide eyes and parted lips.
Holding a little black box with Sarah’s engagement ring.