Chapter 28 #2
"Tonight, I want to be inside you. I’ve done it before but this is different. It’s you.” I reached up, brushing my thumb over Drew’s jaw. “If next time you want to take the lead, I’ll want that too. This isn’t about control, it’s about us—figuring out what feels good, together.”
Drew’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yeah,” he said, soft but sure. “I want that. I want you.”
“Good,” I murmured. “Then I’ll go slow. You tell me what you need.”
He exhaled, steady. “Deal.” Then, quieter: “And after this… we should probably get tested together. Make it official.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.”
I kissed him again, slow and grounding, before my voice dropped against his ear. “Confía en mí, papi. Trust me.”
His breath hitched, and he whispered back, “I already do.”
“Say less,” I teased as I climbed off the bed to get the supplies, Drew’s soft laughter trailing behind me. I got back on the bed so fast, I surprised even myself, packet and lotion in hand. Drew’s whole body softened—like letting me back between his legs was the most natural thing he’d ever done.
“Come here,” he whispered.
I did. Our mouths brushed again, slower this time, deeper, his fingers sliding into my hair like he was learning me. The kiss turned hungry fast, our breaths tangling, our hips brushing, heat building with nowhere to go.
When I finally kissed my way down his throat, across his chest, lower, his hips lifted off the bed in quiet, helpless want.
Then my hand closed around his dick and he swore, raw and beautiful.
It throbbed in my fist, hot and heavy, the veins pulsing as I stroked slowly, twisting at the head to spread that slick pre-cum.
"I’ve been thinking about this fat cock since the first time I saw it.
But now? I’m gonna make you feel so good, and stretch that ass until you're begging for more.
" I pumped him harder, thumbing the slit, as I watched his face contort.
Drew unraveled with moans, his hips thrusting into my hand.
He groaned, hips bucking up. "When you talk like that…"
“You love it, don’t you?”
“You fucking know that I do.”
I chuckled, low and dirty, leaning down to spit on his cock before stroking again, the wet sound obscene.
"Can’t wait to get inside your virgin hole, to feel it clenching around my dick.
I'm gonna fuck you until you forget everything but my cum filling you up.
" I jerked him faster, my other hand cupping his balls.
I rolled them, tugging just enough to make him curse.
We rolled, him on top for a moment, his weight pinning me, grinding our cocks together, slick with pre-cum, the friction making my eyes roll back. His thick shaft slid along mine, heads bumping, balls slapping as he rutted like an animal.
"Shit, your dick feels so good rubbing mine, gonna make us both leak all over. Fuck, yes!"
I slicked my fingers with the sandalwood-scented lotion, kissing him deep, tongue-fucking his mouth as I reached between his thick thighs.
"Tell me if it's too much," I said, serious for a beat, because this was new for him. For both of us. My cock throbbed against his thigh, desperate.
He nodded, jaw clenched, eyes wild. "Just... do it. I need it, Miguel, need your fingers in my hole."
I circled his hole first, teased the puckered ring, watching it flutter under my touch.
"So fucking tight, this ass. Never been touched like this, huh? It’s gonna feel amazing.
" Then I pressed one finger in slowly, the heat enveloping me, his walls gripping like a vise.
He tensed, breath catching sharply, a whine escaping, but I distracted him with strokes on his cock, slow and firm, murmuring filthy praises.
"Relax, baby. Gonna open this hole up nice and wide for my dick.
Feel that? That's just the start." Inch by inch, I worked him, added a second finger, scissoring gently, the squelch of lotion loud in the room.
He writhed, curses spilling from him. "Shit, Miguel, that's…" He shattered as I crooked my fingers, brushing the bundle of nerves, rubbing it relentlessly. His eyes went wide, his body jolted like I'd shocked him, his hole clenching around my digits. "What the hell was that? Do it again!"
I grinned, kissing his inner thigh, nipping the skin.
"It’s your prostate, papi. Feels like heaven, right?
” I continued when he nodded wordlessly.
“Imagine my cock hitting it, pounding until you come hands-free.
Dios mío, you're clenching so hard already.
" I added a third finger, stretching him wider, thrusting in and out, curling to massage that gland while my thumb pressed his taint.
He was a mess now, sweat-slicked, ass clenching and releasing, rocking back onto my hand like an animal in heat, his dick drooling pre-cum onto his abs.
"Miguel, please… please," he begged, his voice wrecked. He was desperate, needy.
I wanted inside him, but I wanted him filthier, messier first. I finger-fucked him harder, the bed shaking, his moans turning to cries as I muttered under my breath, "This hole is begging for it. More, take more!"
When I got his hole loose enough, winking and slick, I knelt between his spread legs, rolled on a condom with shaking hands, and slicked my cock with lotion until it glistened, veins bulging.
His gaze dropped to my dick, apprehension mixing with raw hunger, his own shaft twitching.
"You're sure, papi?” I teased. “This cock's gonna split you open."
"Yes… yes… yes, I’m sure."
I lined up the head nudging his entrance, pushing past the ring with a pop that made us both groan.
I pushed in slowly, the resistance giving in a way that had him cursing."Shit, it's big!"
I froze and began to slowly, regretfully pull out.
“What the fuck, Miguel? What are you doing?”
His hand shot out, gripping my forearm tightly, stopping me from pulling back more than an inch.
“You said—”
“I know,” he whispered, voice tight. “I just need a couple minutes to adjust. Don’t pull out unless I tell you.”
A shaky laugh left me as I sagged over him. “Thank God.”
I teased his hole, making shallow thrusts until it stretched around me, hot and velvet-tight. Halfway in, I paused, letting him adjust. My hands stroked his thighs, spreading him wider.
"Breathe, Drew. Your hole's taking me so good, gripping like it wants to milk my cum."
He did, his muscles relaxing inch by inch, and I sank deeper, bottoming out with a shared gasp, my balls pressed to his ass. I was buried in him, my coach, this unbreakable man, and I could feel him pulse around my cock, his walls fluttering.
My thrusts were shallow, a bit off-rhythm at first as I fought not to blow too soon. But it was beautiful, the way his hands clutched the sheets, eyes meeting mine with raw trust, his dick trapped between us, leaking steadily.
Then I started moving in earnest, pulling out to the head and slamming back, building to a steady rhythm that had the headboard thumping.
"So fucking tight, Drew. Your ass is sucking my cock in.
" Dirty talk spilled out, my humor twisting into heat, voice gravelly.
"Gonna fuck you harder, make you come all over yourself, cum shooting from that fat dick.
" Each thrust bottomed out, my cock dragging over his prostate, making him yelp and arch, his hole spasming.
He moaned, his legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper, urging me on. The bed creaked like it might break, our bodies slapping together wetly, skin on skin, lotion and sweat making obscene sounds.
"God, Miguel… oh God!"
I hit that spot again and again, relentlessly, and he arched off the bed, a broken "Yes, right there, fuck!
" tearing from his throat. He unraveled completely, his face flushed, his lips kiss-swollen.
That poker face of his cracked just enough for me to see the want underneath.
His cock bounced with every thrust, pre-cum pooling on his stomach. "Right there, don't stop!"
I didn't stop and I didn’t hold back. My thrusts turned punishing, my hips snapped forward like pistons, balls slapping his ass with wet smacks, the room filled with grunts and the squelch of my dick plowing his stretched hole.
One hand wrapped around his cock, jerking rough and fast, slick with his pre-cum, the other pinning his hip to the mattress, bruising it.
He shattered first, his hole clamping down like a vise on my cock, milking me as he came with a roar, "God, I'm coming!
", ribbons of thick, white cum spilling on his abs, chest, even hitting his chin, his body convulsing in waves.
The sight, him coming undone, ass pulsing around me, cum everywhere, pushed me over the edge.
I buried deep one last time, groaning, "Fuck, take it! Dios mío, yes!" As I came, my cock jerked in the condom, flooding it with hot spurts. My vision blurred, my hips grinding to wring out every drop.
We lay there, tangled and spent, breaths syncing in the aftermath, my softening dick still twitching inside him. We were both sticky with cum and sweat. I eased out of him slowly, whispering a soft apology at his wince, then slipped the condom off and tied it before tossing it in the bin.
The bathroom light was still warm from earlier, and I grabbed a soft cloth, ran it under warm water, and cleaned myself up.
Then I took another, dampened it with warm water too.
When I came back, he was on his back, chest rising and falling, looking…
at peace. Maybe the most peaceful I’d ever seen him.
I cleaned him carefully, murmuring something soft in Spanish without even meaning to.
As soon as I was done, he reached for me. “C’mere,” he whispered.
I went. Of course I did. He pulled me into his chest, one arm banded around my back, the other sliding into my hair. I settled into him, breathing him in, feeling everything in me loosen.
A minute passed. Maybe two. Then I felt him swallow, felt the shift of his breath against my neck.
“Miguel,” he said quietly. “About earlier… when you asked what we are.”
My heart kicked hard. “Yeah?”
He didn’t hesitate—not this time.
“I want us to be boyfriends.”
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
“Yeah?” I whispered, lifting my head so I could see his eyes.
His hand cupped the back of my neck, thumb brushing my skin. “Yeah,” he said again, steadier. “If you still want that.”
Want. That.
God, he had no idea.
A smile broke out of me—big, helpless, impossible to hold back. I leaned in and pressed my forehead to his.
“Claro que sí,” I whispered. “Of course I want that.”
His chest rose on a long, content breath, and his arms tightened around me. I melted into it, into him, into the truth of what we’d just stepped into together.
Boyfriends.
And I swear, nothing had ever felt more right.