23. Samuel #2
He turned around, presenting his back. My eyes drifted down his beautiful back muscles to his tight, firm ass.
I grabbed the bottle, poured some gel into my hands, and brushed over his arms and back, spreading the soap everywhere.
My hands slid over his butt, and—just like he’d done—through his crack, reaching between his legs to his balls.
Benji moaned.
“You like that?”
“Very much,” he said, leaning back into me.
My hands wandered around to take care of his chest, then moved to his dick. He glanced over his left shoulder, twisting enough to kiss me, while I stroked him as I soaped up his dick.
“Make sure,” he whispered, “that everything is really soapy. Front and back.”
As requested, I ran my hand toward his ass again, and when it slid between his cheeks, he hummed, giving away that he enjoyed it more than I expected.
This made me wonder. Would he maybe want me to play with his ass more than he’d like to admit?
I repeated the motion twice before I rested my index finger on his hole, pressing just slightly to test my theory.
Benji breathed fast, giving in to the sensation for a second longer before his hands flew forward to the valve.
“I guess, it’s soaped up enough now.”
He turned on the shower again. Water ran over us as he shifted to face me. His hands made sure the water reached every inch of me, and mine did the same for him.
We lingered under the stream a minute longer than necessary, enjoying the way our skin pressed together, before Benji turned it off. I slid the shower door open and reached for the two towels hanging beside it.
We dried off like we were late for something. The rustling dominated the room for half a minute before I stepped outside, Benji close behind.
“Do you want to blow-dry your hair?” he asked.
“I don’t need to.”
As if he had hoped for that answer, he nudged me out of the bathroom toward the bed, unable to hold back any longer.
I stumbled over the edge and landed on the mattress.
He jumped right on top of me, rubbing his smooth skin against mine.
His mouth hovered above mine for a moment before moving on to other places, kissing my neck and nipples.
His hand reached between my legs and massaged my balls before drifting lower toward its actual goal.
Not needing an explanation of where this was heading, I yanked open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms I’d bought a week ago.
“I was just about to ask.” Benji grinned.
“You know,” I said, setting them on the nightstand. There was one thing I couldn’t stop wondering about since he asked me to feel up his ass in the shower again. “There is something we could do before we break out the lube.”
“That so?”
“Yeah. But you’d have to trust me on that one.”
“I’d entrust my life to you, Sam. But if you say it like that, I guess you’d have to make that your final wish for the bet.”
“Deal.”
My dick twitched at the thought of what I was going to try out with him. I didn’t have much experience with it, but I read it was supposed to be terrific, especially on the receiving end.
“Lie down on your chest,” I ordered, climbing off the bed. “You’re first.”
He didn’t question it, not even ask what I wanted to do. He did as told, flopping onto his chest, propping himself on his forearms like a sphinx, his eyes tracking me.
I slipped between his legs, nudging them apart just enough to make room for myself while keeping our skin touching.
Reaching under his hips, I lifted them a little so I could pull his dick toward me.
“What is that going to be?” Benji asked, but when I licked along his shaft, he answered the question himself with a moan.
My tongue ran over his dick three times before it moved to his balls.
“That feels nice, but we’ve done that before?” he said, peeking over his shoulder.
I circled his balls with my tongue, and, finally getting to it, spread his butt cheeks, revealing his hole to me.
“Whoa.” He lifted his head a little higher to see what I was doing, and I didn’t wait a second to show him.
I brought my mouth between his cheeks, stretched out my tongue, and licked over his pucker.
“Sam, whoa,” he hitched, and the heaviest groan shook through the room. “Oh wow...” He pushed into his arms, not to pull away, but to bring his ass closer to me. “This... fuck... Sam!”
“You like it?”
“Fuck, I didn’t know that I could feel like this.”
I pressed my tongue against him again, relishing the way he twitched and melted into the mattress.
“Wait till my finger is inside you,” I teased.
“If it feels like that,” he chuckled breathlessly, “then I’m opening up to the idea.”
I paused, only my hands caressing his thighs, and looked up to him. “Really?”
He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze twitchy like he couldn’t wait for me to keep going. “What? Is that weird?”
“No.... just unexpected.”
“And here I thought we had established my newfound joy in dicks.”
“If that’s the case,” I slithered my tongue through his crack once more, then up his back up to his shoulder blades. My dick landed right between his cheeks, and I reached for the nightstand, stopping just short of the lubricant. “Because I’m going to do it.”
“If that’s supposed to scare me, it’s not working.” He wiggled his ass, pressing it deeper against my dick like he wanted to show me he was up for the task.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed the bottle, popped the lid, and made my way back down. I glanced up and just in that moment, he buried his head in the pillow.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
His laughs muffled into the pillow as I squeezed some lube on my hand and brought it to his ass. His hole twitched as I brushed my fingers over it.
“Cold,” Benji chuckled, a shudder moving from his hips up to his shoulders. “But I guess, it’ll feel hot soon.”
My finger twiddled around his hole. “You’ve got quite the big mouth for someone who’s about to?—“
“Maybe I need to be disciplined, then,” he smirked down at me as if he wanted to tell me I should stop wasting time.
And I took it seriously.
Careful but straightforward, I pressed my index finger to his hole and slipped it in. His breath hitched. His legs twitched. I paused once it was entirely inside, feeling his ass puckering around me, but after three seconds, I started to move in and out.
A deep groan made the bed vibrate. He pushed into his arms, lifting his shoulders like he might crawl away, only to drop straight back to the mattress.
As I kept moving, I lowered my head to his dick still sticking out between his legs, and licked over his glans.
The low groan turned into a high-pitched moan that he tried to swallow, but when I dragged my tongue down his shaft and back up, wrapping my lips around his dick, he couldn’t.
“Wait,” Benji panted. “Stop.”
I lifted my head but kept my finger inside. “Completely?”
“If you do that ten seconds longer, I’m going to cum. Honest. That’s way too soon.”
“Wow.” I looked at my finger inside his hole. “So, you want me to pull out?”
“Just so I can cool down a little?”
I nodded and withdrew my finger, sitting up. “Not even thirty seconds and you’re already out of breath.”
“I can’t imagine how someone endures that for ten minutes or more without cum flying everywhere. And it was just a finger.”
“Practice,” I replied.
Benji drew deep breaths, his body still twitching now and then. “Have you practiced for this?”
“A little,” I said. Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted it. We’d done a lot throughout the last weeks, and I might seem insatiable telling him that, but whenever I had some time alone, I indeed tried to prepare myself.
“I knew it.”
“Your dick is so big, Benji, it wouldn’t work without some practice.”
“I bet I could take you without practice.” He beamed at me, like he was actually proposing a bet. “Five bucks.”
“Are you trying to get me to pay for fucking you?”
“Uh, no.” His eyes went wide. “Five bucks for you, if you get it inside fully.”
“So, you’d pay me to fuck you?” I chuckled.
“Not paying, no. Sam, it’s just a bet.”
“A bet in which you’d definitely get fucked.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” His eyes turned serious for a moment, locking on mine, urging me not to question this any further.”
“We can try,” I said. “But know that it will hurt. At least in the beginning.”
“I’m tough. And... I have to admit I did some research. Mostly for the other part, but I might’ve picked up a thing or two for this, too.”
“We don’t have to rush this,” I said, hesitating. My pulse quickened, but not just from lust. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow, regretting it, but if you really mean it, I’m totally into it.”
Benji nodded, rested his head on his arms, and pushed his ass up to show me he was ready.
I stared down at him. He wasn’t joking. He wanted this, and the thought that he trusted me with it made my pulse race.
I’d half expected we’d take that last step tonight.
It felt like the perfect end to our first official date, although I’d pictured the roles reversed.
But nothing about tonight had followed the script in my head, and maybe that was exactly what made it perfect.
If I could give him what he wanted, why shouldn’t I?
“You want me to stretch you a little more?”
“No, just do it. I told you I can take it. But maybe we...” He flipped onto his back, his eyes gleaming with determination. “I want to see you, if that’s okay. And online it said this is the best position.”
Nodding, I reached for the box on the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
My heart hammered as I tore it open, my dick standing tall, ready for its new coat.
I set the condom on my tip and rolled it down.
The rubber rustled, catching twice before it slid all the way.
This was the one thing I’d never practiced.