Rhys #3
“Yeah. I mean, this isn’t going to make me want to, you know… Bottom, is it?” I could barely force the word out.
“I don’t really know how to answer that, Rhys. That’s kind of up to you.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling like an idiot. “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, baby,” he murmured, using that sweet, soothing tone that always worked on me without fail. “If you don’t like it, it’s okay.”
I didn’t say anything else, but when one of his hands traveled up the back of my thigh to cup my sac, gently rolling it in his palm, I shivered. That definitely felt good. He started slowly, lightly teasing my taint to get me used to the feeling before brushing over my hole.
I whimpered, clenching against his fingertip.
It didn’t feel bad, but I’d never put anything in there before.
But he didn’t push in, he just stroked little circles over me until I felt a syrupy pull in my groin, and I realized my cock was pulsing, leaking precum down my shaft.
So despite my reservations, my body was definitely enjoying it on some level.
I tensed up again when he spread my ass open with his thumbs, anticipation buzzing through me like electricity. When the tip of his tongue slid over my rim I let out a choked sound of surprise.
“Does it feel okay, baby?” Kendall asked softly, his breath coming out warm against my sensitive skin.
“Yeah,” I breathed out. “You can keep going.”
He licked over me, my hole fluttering against his tongue as he changed up the speed and pressure until I was a quivering mess. When he finally pushed inside, spearing me with it like he was fucking me, my knees felt like they were turning to jelly. Goosebumps broke out over my skin as I cried out.
“Looks like you were wrong,” he observed, the teasing note in his voice sending a hot blush washing over my body. “See,” he went on, before licking a slow, hot stripe all the way up my taint and hole. “All you have to do is trust me.”
Panting, I couldn’t take the burning hot pressure anymore.
Stroking over my cock, I moaned at the slick glide of my tight fist. My hips felt like they were on fire, but I was paralyzed with pleasure, unsure whether to buck into the tight squeeze of my hand or roll back to try and take his tongue even deeper.
The little sounds he made were like a drug, something I was addicted to hearing, and my hand sped up.
“Slow down,” he commanded, and I froze. “You’re going to come too fast if you keep going like that, baby.”
Swallowing hard, I let out a tiny whine. “I want to come fast.”
“I know you do,” he acknowledged, rubbing the inside of my ass cheeks with his thumbs in soothing little circles. “But I’m not done yet.”
I let my cock drop from my hand, mourning the loss of contact on my needy flesh as it throbbed in protest.
“I didn’t say stop,” he piped up, and I hissed out a breath. “Just go slow,” he said.
“Like this?” I asked, feeling out of breath as I forced myself to stroke down my shaft at an agonizing pace. It felt so good, but nowhere near what I needed.
“Just like that. You’re being so good, baby.”
His praise had my dick pulsing even more but I gritted my teeth and kept the pace he wanted as his tongue drove me insane.
“You’re always so well-behaved,” he murmured. “You hate the idea of disappointing me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted, my free hand curling up so my nails could scrabble against the tile. “I need to be good for you.”
“You’ve never disappointed me, Rhys. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I moaned. My legs were starting to burn and shake, and I could feel my orgasm starting to build up in the base of my spine. Even the slow friction was too much. I couldn’t stop it.
“And no one’s ever been so good for me,” he continued. “You’re perfect, baby. My perfect boy, always giving me exactly what I need.”
“P-please, Kendall,” I stuttered out, my vision going hazy as I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking. “Please let me. Please, please, please.”
“You can come, baby. Show me how much you love having my tongue in you.”
“Thank you,” I sobbed out.
The relief was the sweetest thing I’d ever felt as I threw back my head, letting out a raw moan.
My orgasm rumbled through me, my cock throbbing in my hand as I spurted out onto the shower wall.
My hole pulsed and clenched around his tongue as I came, his moan sending vibrations snaking over my flesh and stimulating my inner walls so intensely I started to feel lightheaded.
As I gasped for breath to recover, he rose up off his knees, nudging me around so I was facing him again.
His cock was fully stiff, the tip a deep shade of red.
I reached for it like I was possessed, stroking him from root to tip as he slid his hands up my chest to wrap around my neck, crushing his mouth to mine.
Tasting myself on his tongue sent my pulse tumbling, but his lovely little whimpers spurred me on, along with the blissed out way he murmured my name mindlessly against my lips.
He let out a gorgeous, breathy moan and I felt his cum splash out onto my abs, the base of his cock contracting against my fingers as I stroked him through it. He’d been completely right about how I would feel. By the time we’d rinsed off, I’d never felt more relaxed and content in my life.
LATER, ONCE WE’D gotten dressed, we settled into what had become kind of our nightly routine anytime I slept over.
There was a game playing on the TV, which Kendall was slowly starting to understand the concepts of more and more, and he was playing on his Switch.
With my arms wrapped around his waist and his back plastered to my chest, I propped my chin on his shoulder as I watched his screen.
“You know, I looked up some stuff about this game,” I informed him as my attention flickered between the replay of an incomplete pass on the TV, and his bright pink little villager reeling in a large fish from his spot on the sandy coast.
“And?”
“And there are a bunch of cool jock villagers that have, like, workout equipment in their house. How come you don’t have any of those on your island?”
“Well, I spent a long time curating the residents on my island,” he responded. “I only wanted the cutest villagers.”
“Oh, so now you don’t think jocks are cute?” I asked, and felt his abdominal muscles jerk under my hands as he chuckled.
“I do! I just don’t think any of the jocks in this game are cute enough for my island.”
“Discrimination island,” I commented, giving a haughty sniff. “Like a rhinoceros made out of cake is so great.”
He let out a mock gasp, giving my arm a light smack. “Don’t talk about Meringue that way! She’s one of my favorites. I had to go on so many mystery tours to find her.” When I teased him with another harumph, he laughed again. “Name one cute jock villager.”
“There were a lot!” I argued. “What about Goose? He was, like, a cool chicken guy.”
“I said cute.”
“We’ll just have to agree to disagree,” I muttered, giving him a firm poke in the ribs, but had to bury my grin in his shoulder.
Because he seemed to love dressing up for me no matter what we were doing together, he’d put on one of his adorable matching pajama sets.
It was a cropped hoodie and tiny shorts in the same pretty blue-green shade, and the thigh-high socks he’d rolled onto his legs were a pastel purple with stars printed all over them.
It kind of drove me crazy when he wore socks like that, because it was hard to tear my eyes away from the sexy little expanse of his thighs left uncovered.
It was all these tiny moments that in the grand scheme of things were sort of insignificant, but for some reason felt huge to me.
The effort he put into his appearance when I was around, whether it was slipping on lingerie to surprise me when we were going to fuck, or just looking cute for me when we were lazing around.
The way he remembered tiny details about my preferences, whether it was for food or movies or the temperature I liked the water to be in the shower.
It was like improving my life and making me feel safe and content was his natural instinct.
And he’d never once held anything over my head or made me feel guilty over anything he’d done for me. He seemed to love doting on me.
And then there was the sex. I’d never had such amazing sex in my life.
Not even close. All the time, whenever I needed it, however I wanted it.
And I wasn’t some inexperienced dork. I’d had plenty of sex, and with beautiful, confident women at that.
But there was something about the way it was with him that just…
blew everything else I’d ever had out of the water.
I could really just let go and be myself and be honest about my desires. All of them.
Should I have been concerned about just how much I’d liked getting my ass eaten?
Part of me wanted to feel weird about it, but…
I mean, I’d already full-on fucked a guy.
A lot. I’d sucked him off more times than I could even count, and I’d probably pumped enough loads into him to fill a swimming pool.
Was it really that big of a deal? That was just part of being a guy that was into other guys, right?
My eyes widened a bit as I realized how easily and casually my brain had produced that statement. Holy shit. Had I ever really admitted that before? Not that I was attracted to Kendall specifically, that was impossible to deny, but that I was… a guy who was into other guys, plural?
But was it true? Was I really into other guys? Did I count as bisexual if I wasn’t? Surely liking just one guy still counted but was there something wrong with me if I only liked him?