Aiyden
The world was full of sex-obsessed idiots. It was all some guys talked about, getting pussy, getting laid. They'd lose their minds over some celebrity or pornstar they didn't even know. People they'd never even get the chance to fuck, tell me how that made sense?
It hadn't always been that way, but the change seemed to happen almost overnight. Like one day every guy I knew came together and agreed to collectively lose their shit over girls. Talking about them nonstop. Talking about them like body parts separate from an actual person. Like slabs of meat.
It was fucking weird.
Then there was porn. Straight, lesbian, gay, whatever the fuck else, it was all the same. Nasty, sloppy, rank. Fluids, sounds, shitty dirty talk from strangers. Too many weird body parts slamming together. And people actually liked that shit.
They were dumbasses. The lot of them. That was the only explanation I had. They had to be, to get so crazy over this shit that, no matter what, I just didn't get .
Right now though, right now, there was an unfamiliar humming under my skin, a strange hot feeling in my gut as I watched Mateo touch himself. For me, just 'cause I asked him to.
Maybe I was curious. Maybe that was why I asked. There was no way in hell I was gonna ask anyone else. But if it was just us, it didn't have to be weird if we didn't make it weird, and it wasn't like Mateo would do something he didn't want to.
Mateo's cock, it wasn't that different from the big cocks in videos I'd watched before. No, if anything, it should have been more offputting. The wild black thatches of hair that grew from everywhere, that was different, and so was the foreskin that he tugged up and down over the red hot tip of his dick, wet with dribbled pre-cum.
It was everything that I'd always found gross about porn. Every reason I'd ever quit out of a video with disgust.
I could not look away.
Somehow, it was just different . This wasn't some stranger's cock, it was Mateo's. And it was kind of satisfying, looking through these videos I couldn't give a damn about, but showing Mateo and watching his reactions, how easily affected he was just from some porno. There was that whole body flush that stained his cheeks red and spread down his chest, all the way to the tip of his cock. The sheen of sweat on his forehead. The way his breathing sped up, and hitched when I showed him something he especially liked.
I couldn't care less about the porn, but watching Mateo getting all hot over the stuff I was showing him, somehow it just felt more... personal?
And then Mateo had gotten close, all ruddy cheeks and big searching eyes, smelling like aftershave and the slightest hint of sweat, and he'd asked that question. Even the hand on his dick had stilled.
"You want me to play with my ass? That what you're asking?" I said after a few moments. It's not like I really jacked off, so that must have been what he meant. His eyes widened a little, still so close. It was quiet except for the sound of my own heart thumping louder in my ears. I scoffed, "Why should I?"
Mateo's expression flattened, and he leaned back out of my space. "Man you just—" He laughed, not quite casual, and then one hand came to his face, scrubbing down. "Forget it."
He didn't look exactly annoyed, more embarrassed, face burning, and ears bright red.
"Come on, you can't actually wanna see that shit. Ain't exactly pretty."
He glanced back, offering a stiff shrug. "Was just curious is all. Same as you."
Alright. He had a point. So it was the same deal for Mateo as it was for me. Did he have that same feeling under his skin, pushing him forward, wanting to know more? I wasn't exactly shy about nudity, we'd shared enough locker rooms for it not to be a big deal, but still, getting my ass out. Sharing this ? A strange, hot thrill ran up my spine. It was uncharted territory, all of it, and there was something dizzying about that.
Fuck it.
I yanked the nighstand drawer by my bed open and knelt down, snatching the lube from within, then stood on my knees in front of Mateo. "Alright. Fair's fair." I shoved my boxers and sweats down my thighs in one move. My dick sprung out into the open air and Mateo's eyes went big as hell and zeroed in on my cock. I'd only half glanced at it but—I was half-hard. Without even noticing, or touching it, somehow, I was hard. Was this from watching... Whatever . I kicked the clothes the rest of the way down and off my legs, settling into position against the headboard, lube in hand.
I snapped open the lube with one hand, and hiked my knees up, ass out. "You asked so, this is how I do it."
Mateo's head snapped up to my face, "Yeah, yeah right." He looked disoriented, like he was still processing the last 15 seconds or so.
It couldn't have been a good view, me spread out for Mateo like this. He, on the other hand, only had his dick out. He still had those ridiculously tight black jeans on, his hair tied up in a neat bun. I smothered the embarrassed jolt. No, he wanted this. If he got weird about it, that was on him. I didn't have anything to be nervous for, and my heart needed to calm the fuck down.
I bypassed my cock, pulling my balls out of the way with one hand, and pressing lower with the other. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of my fingers pressing gently around my hole, and not think about the eyes on me.
Jacking off the regular way had always been a boring waste of time for something that was almost always a letdown. I still got urges to do it, yeah, but even those were just a distraction from the shit I actually wanted to be doing. Easy to ignore. Not worth the effort.
At least until I found out how good this shit could actually feel. Even then it was something I did now and then when I felt like it and could be fucked. Not some everyday thing like some people, and not some need.
That first time, it'd taken a while, but I'd ended it, shaking and writhing against my bedsheets . I wasn't going to get like that now, I'd show him how I did it, sure, but I wasn't gonna let things go that far.
Something about today, though, had my nerves all different from the start. I'd teased my hole like usual, working myself open with wet fingers, but it was like I opened up easier, and the slightest graze against my prostate prickled hot up my back and down my thighs.
Mateo had started jacking himself again, could hear it from the slick sounds and how his breathing had picked up. When I opened my eyes he'd shifted closer again, leaning towards me, staring at my body with dark low-lidded eyes and blown-out pupils. His face was red as hell and his teeth were digging hard into his lower lip, while he furiously jerked himself off.
"What you looking at me like that for?" My voice was breathier than I liked. "Am I like a fuckn' porno to you? You like watching me do this?"
Mateo's eyes widened as they flickered to mine and then away. "Fuck." His voice was hoarse and quiet, whispering, almost to himself. "Fuck, I think I do."
The heat in those words caught somewhere, ignited and spread like a fire up my body. "Jesus, you can get off to anything." Looking at me and my hairy ass with eyes like that. With one leg jutting out, I kicked him in the thigh and laughed a little. "Fuckn' horndog" my fingers were still inside, pressing in. I rolled my head and closed my eyes. "Well, then fuckn' jack it to me if you like." I meant it. Maybe a little too much. I wanted him to.
"God," And he let out a high-pitched, bordering on hysterical, kind of laugh, "this is weird."
But then his eyes went sidelong, peering at me from the side and looking me up and down in a once over with a heat that had my stomach twisting up something fierce.
Usually, it took a while to relax properly, but already I'd slipped two fingers comfortably inside. It wasn't strange for my dick to be soft while I did this, but right now it was hard against my thigh. If he was gonna look, maybe I'd give him something to look at, and I rolled my fingers inside, as sensual as I could muster.
Mateo gravitated closer until he was settled right in front of me, his knee grazing up against my bare ankle, warm even through the fabric of my jeans. He kept it there.
"You ever had someone else's fingers inside you like that?" Mateo stared right into me now with those golden brown eyes, his face close.
" Really ?" Like he didn't already know there was nobody. "No."
"You wanna try it?"
I stared down at the bitten-down nails of the hand wrapped around Mateo's cock, he was jerking himself slowly now, thumbing the tip like it was an afterthought.
It was just fingers. I put my own fingers inside me. Mateo's fingers...
Fuck it. I snatched the lube from where it was laying on the bed and chucked it at Mateo. "You need a lot."
Mateo's fingers were thicker than mine. They stretched me out with ease, two of his pushing against my walls with more friction.
It didn't take him long before he was curling his fingers, like he'd done this before, right up against that one spot. My breath hitched, fingers fisting into the sheets below.
"That your prostate then?" Mateo breathed a surprised little chuckle.
"What do you think?" I tried not to squirm against the fingers that were still pressed firm against that spot.
He grinned, lopsided, just one dimple showing. Him and that too-perfect smile with those too-perfect teeth. It was a nice smile. But right now it had me feeling a little too open for him.
This was different. Yeah, this was real different. I knew exactly what I liked, but that didn't seem to matter. Mateo's fingers were inside of me, he was feeling my insides, trying to make me feel good. It was just fingers, but from the start, somehow my body would react better, more , to him, and there was a thrill to the unpredictability of his touch. Each grind against my prostate getting me all shivery.
I wasn't usually so affected, so how was I getting this sweaty over two fingers? But Mateo didn't take it slow, he pushed ahead, stretched me out, faster than I would have gone, and maybe it was the angle, but it felt deeper, harder . I bit back sounds, my breathing going ragged.
I squirmed against Mateo, trying to keep my cool, but he was on a fuckn' mission . He was playing my body, like one of those streetfighter games we used to play, spamming combo moves, and he pressed my buttons, chasing every hitched breath, pushing into the pleasure, and building up and up, till I couldn't think .
He hit somewhere, just right, and I groaned, hunching forward and grasping Mateo's forearm.
"Ya like that?" Mateo's voice was rough and low, in a way I'd never heard from him before.
The hell was that? The low timbre connected somewhere in my bones, and I shivered.
This was so, wrong. Not fair at all. How could he get me like this? I couldn't get a word out, could barely think with those fingers inside me. He was watching my every reaction, grinding up at every sensitive spot, while his dick stood hard, between his legs, flushed and leaking onto the sheets below.
I let out a frustrated breath and reached forwards, wrapping my hand around the neglected cock.
Mateo gasped and collapsed forwards, right into my neck, "Oh fuck." And his lips grazed right up against that— apparently very sensitive—area at the junction of shoulder and neck, hot breath fanning across it.
A soft pleading sound escaped my lips as goosebumps exploded outwards, all the way up my head and down my chest, warmth pooling in my gut.
I didn't move, just held his cock, still.
"Fuck, ," Mateo breathed into my neck, "I really wanna put it inside. I think it could—could feel good."
Oh god, what . This fucking, Mateo, what was he even saying—It's not like we could just. Mateo's warm body was over me, practically pinning me to the headboard, and I shuddered, squirming on his fingers that were still deep inside.
I pushed Mateo by the shoulder lightly, till he pulled back. His face was flushed with arousal, but there was an uncertainty in his eyes, the way he blinked at me, like even he knew how he sounded. I worked my jaw up and down and stared at him for a long moment.
I'd barely even touched him, and yet somehow he was this affected, desperate enough to say shit like that. It was almost funny.
"What, you mean this thing?" I squeezed his cock, and then laughed far too breathy. "You wanna put this inside me?"
His cock twitched in my hand where it was laying, heavy and hard, but Mateo faltered, gaze falling down to the sheets. His jaw clenched, and he glanced back up, with a glint of something else that hadn't been there before. He looked at me like he was trying to read something in me, and then those gold-brown eyes darkened with something almost predatory. One palm came down hard against the headboard, just by the side of my head. ", let me fuck you." His words were sure and steady now, and he punctuated them with a curl of his fingers, pressing against that one spot hard.
The heat burned and flared from deep inside of me and I clenched tight around his fingers, heart rate skipping a beat or two and racing ahead. I could hear it thunder in my ears. What the hell was that resolve all of a sudden? Why was my heart getting all fluttery at it? Fuck. It was like he took my words as a challenge to rise up to.
"Stupid." I hid my hot face in my shoulder and sucked in a breath. "You even got a condom?" It wasn't what I'd meant to say but it was what came out.
Just like that Mateo seemed to lose his nerve, his posture slumping, eyes skittering off to the side. "Shit—Ah, no."
"So what," breathing heavy, I thumbed the tip of his dick, "You wanna fuck me raw ?"
"Uhh" His dick twitched beneath my hand, a spurt of pre-cum dripping down onto the bed, while his face bloomed with a brilliant splotchy red. He froze like that, mouth slack, without words.
Mateo's cock, it was a lot thicker than two fingers. This thing that oozed and throbbed. Covered in hair, one big vein going from just beneath the head trailing down. This fucker who'd been working all day, working up a sweat, he wanted to fuck me. Raw. Replace that solid pressure inside with that thing.
Fuck. It was gross, unhygienic, so wrong and—
"You clean?" I blurted.
I got it. I got why people did this kind of shit.
His eyes widened "Am I— Y-yeah." He said, "Tested... ok , it was a while ago, but I haven't slept with anyone since."
"Alright. Fuck me." I said, breathless. His fingers were still right there , and the room was oppressively hot, bearing down on me. I cleared my throat, and swiped a hand through my hair, attempting a grin, "If you want it that bad."
Of course he did. His reaction before was more than enough. The intent look on his face now was enough.
"Fuck. You sure?" He said, hesitating.
" Yes . Do it." Now , or I might just lose my nerve. Think about this a little too much.
His fingers made a slick sound as he slowly took them out. Then he was kneeling back, shucking off his shirt and kicking out of his jeans.
Just like that, he was naked. Tan skin, hair down his chest trailing all the way down to his hard, straining cock. Of course, of course, I'd seen him topless before, but this, well, maybe I hadn't really been looking . His abs were hard, flexing slightly as he crowded close, and slicked himself up. He got closer still, his knees spreading my legs even further apart to fit himself between me, and then the head of his cock was right up against my hole, pressing against the soft flesh there.
"Just tell me if it hurts," He said, and stroked my thigh as he gently pushed inside.
From the start, it was a lot more than two fingers. Even with how he'd loosened me up, I'd never taken anything this big, and his hardness pushed unrelenting against my walls. I had to breathe hard, focus on relaxing, as I watched Mateo's cock be slowly swallowed down, disappearing inside me bit by bit. As Mateo's breathing wavered, and he swore under his breath.
"Hey, slow down," I wheezed after an overeager thrust.
"Sorry, sorry."
"'S it feel that good?" And it was half a tease.
He moaned a little affirmative. "Yeah. You feel incredible."
His words dripped like hot syrup down my center and settled low in my stomach with a strange satisfaction. He was in my body, feeling good. I wanted him to feel good.
By the time Mateo was fully within me, down to the hilt, we were both panting, breathing each other's air. His balls fit against me, completely stretched out, and I'd never been this full in my life. He was inside me, Mateo was actually inside me now, whole. I swore I could feel every twitch of his cock, every throb.
I'd shifted, now half-laying on the bed, pillow soft beneath my upper back. Mateo was above me, one hand pressed into the sheets by my shoulder, holding himself up, and the other gripping my thigh tight, pressing in with fingertips.
He stilled, and his eyes slowly roamed my body, from where we were joined together, up to my chest, and face. His eyes were full of heat, thirsty to devour.
"Fuck." He said. And then he released my thigh and grazed my dick lightly with his hand. It jumped at the contact, sending a shiver up my body. He laid his palm flat on my abs, just beneath the tanktop I still had on. "I think I might be into guys, man."
"Yeah?" I breathed a laugh.
"Yeah." He brought his other hand up to my chest too, and slipped his hands up higher, rucking my top up and groping my pecs. He kneaded them like pay-doh, his big rough hands squeezing and touching wherever he wanted.
I was breathing too hard, squirming beneath his palms, and then he took a nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched. I let out an embarrassingly high-pitched little gasp at the pain-pleasure and squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck, this was ridiculous. I cleared my throat, trying to steady my breaths, get used to this.
"God you're cute," Mateo blurted out.
"Cute?" I snapped, "You wanna try saying that again?"
He was the one doing all this shit, making me like this. Cute. The fuck?
He thrusted hard, and I couldn't help the hitch of breath, how my thighs tightened around him.
"So fucking cute." He whispered this time, under his breath.
I punched him in the shoulder, ignoring the strange little flip of my stomach. This was embarrassing enough without him saying bullshit like that. "Fuck you."
"You don't hold back, even now." Mateo's laugh rang far bright in my ears.
I clenched tight around Mateo, intentionally this time, and he hitched forward and groaned. "Are you going to fuck me or keep stalling?"
He groaned and chuckled. "God, yes."
His thrusts were slow at first, letting my body get used to the size. It was a different feeling to how his fingers had pressed hard and direct against my prostate. This was more like, an overwhelming fullness, dragging against my insides, tingling against my nerves with each thrust.
Gradually he sped up, pushing forward, and just on the edge of what I could take. There was resistance, until there wasn't, and my body seemed to enter some kind of state of acceptance, taking everything he gave me. He fucked into me, seriously now, and jesus, it was like everything in my body must have relaxed because I couldn't help the sounds I was making, soft sounds, fucked out of me by Mateo's cock. I was panting, hair plastered to my sweaty forehead, while Mateo was above me, hair barely out of place, and that just wasn't fair .
I shot out and fumbled to the back of his neck, grabbing his hair tie, and I yanked. He made this sort of strangled grunt, and his eyes rolled back a little. Black hair fell over his face, framing it in shadows. He slowed down a little, giving me a questioning look.
Interesting. I curled my palm around the nape of his neck again, this time grabbing the hair there tight, and just holding. He made another little sound and his mouth went slack. He liked it. It was like I'd subdued him somewhat. He was so close, looking down at me, with intense, glassy eyes, and he licked those thick soft lips.
I pulled Mateo down and kissed him.
It was a soft thing, the lightest brush of lips, but it still had static crawling up my spine the moment we touched. Just a taste, before I was pulling him back again by the nape of his neck.
" , fuck" Mateo's eyes were wide and he froze a moment, before his expression crumpled up, and then he was swooping down to recapture my lips.
I'd kissed before, twice. It was like kissing a paper bag. Lips. Skin. Lifeless.
This, on the other hand, was all sweetness and heat, the barest taste of sweat at my lips. Mateo kissed me just on the edge of desperate, with urgent lips, and this was alive , while his hands ran up and down my sides. A flash of tongue pressed up against my upper lip and I gasped. That was enough to let Mateo's tongue inside, and it was wet, inside licking the upside of my mouth. I kissed him back, my own tongue running against his, as my stomach fluttered and twisted into knots.
Fuck. This was so... unsanitary. Exchanging spit like this.
French kissing. Who'd ever want a tongue in their mouth? That's what I'd always thought. But right now, I was melting against the heat, my heart constricting in my chest.
He pressed our bodies together, my tank top still buried up to my armpits, our stomachs touching. The weight of his body held me down. This whole time my cock had hardly been touched. I liked it better that way when trying to chase that feeling against my prostate, but now it squished between our bodies, against the hard line of Mateo's abs, and the sudden pressure ran an electric jolt up my spine and had me arching my back, pushing further into Mateo's warmth.
I was kissing Mateo. Kissing Mateo as he fucked me, grinding his cock inside me with little thrusts. I wrapped my legs tight around him, and my arms around his body, wanting to be buried wholly in his touch. The kiss warped, as Mateo's thrusts got harder, and he hit a spot that had me tightening on his dick. We both moaned, into each other's mouths and Mateo slipped down into my neck.
" There, " I managed to get out over ragged breaths.
Mateo found the place, that sparked along my body, and he hammered hard and fast, right up against my prostate. Oh god , he was fucking into me, deeper than ever, and his thighs hit mine, balls slapping loud against my ass. Each thrust punched a breathless squeak out of me, and it was all I could do to cling to Mateo, fingers digging into his back, like I was out to sea, and he was my driftwood.
My legs began to shake, against the onslaught of pleasure flaring up my every nerve, and my body was unstoppably shuddering like an earthquake. I could feel the burn, the fire, the impending crash.
"Fuck, . I don't know much longer I can—" He gasped into my skin. "Wanna make you cum." And that hot tongue was on my shoulder, wet and messy and sucking down with the barest amount of teeth.
My whole body tensed, every muscle locking up at once, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. There was some kind of distant shout torn from my chest, and my head rushed, ears ringing. A whole body convulsion struck me, and I held Mateo for dear life, locking onto him. I was cumming.
There was this blazing fire, in my face, my chest, my cock, all the way down to the tips of my toes, slow and drawing out my orgasm, and it just kept going .
In a faraway sense, I could feel Mateo groan loudly into my ear and speed up, thrashing wildly inside me. Each thrust spritzing something in my brain. But I was gone for the moment. Short-circuited, fried.
Mateo came inside me and collapsed heavy and sweaty onto my wrung-out body.
We panted together, in the afterglow and I was glued to the bed. Not just by Mateo's weight on top of me—our bodies stuck together in a mess of sweat and fluids—but by my muscles, which refused to move an inch. I might just have sunken in and become one with the mattress.
Mateo kissed my neck sloppily, somehow it still managed to send a spark up my over-frazzled nerves.
And then I was gone.
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