Milo #6
That was a compliment if I ever heard one, and I kept up the motion, leaning forward so I could use his chest as support as I lifted my hips to slide back without lifting my entire body.
The result was perfect as I felt him slide in with each roll of my hips.
Sure, I couldn’t do it as deeply and hard as before, but the steady motion was sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
Below me, Eli twitched as he held tight to my thighs.
I had the feeling he was trying to hold himself back, while savoring the feeling of being inside me.
It was his first time with another guy, and I was pretty confident I had him desperately wanting more and to finish it.
I continued to ride him, savoring the feel, savoring his pleasure and anticipation, and reveling in the pleasure building inside.
I leaned back until he was buried once more, feeling how he flexed his cock in anticipation. I leaned forward, cocking my head. “So far I’ve been doing all the work...are you going to fuck me or not?”
“Ass,” he hissed, but wrapped his arms around my body and rolled us so I was on my back.
I grunted as I felt his cock shift inside me, somehow uncomfortable and electric.
It lasted as long as it took for us to steady, and he pushed onto his knees, hovering above me and yanking my hips up so my ass was the only thing in the air. “Fantastic ass, but ass.”
I opened my mouth to say something else, but it was forgotten when he gripped my hips and thrust into me hard enough to jolt the bed.
The pleasure of riding him had been building in waves, but a crash of pleasure burst through me.
Before I’d adjusted to his size, that would have probably hurt a lot more than it would have felt good.
But I was plenty warm and loose, and all I felt was pure ecstasy.
I cried out, but it was muffled when he thrust again with another snap of his hips. Eli’s hand was in my hair, shoving my head down as he hissed, “We’re furthest away from the other rooms, but damn, Milo. Don’t go letting everyone know you’re getting fucked, we don’t need questions.”
Some faint part of my mind knew he was right, but I was also less inclined to care at that moment. All I knew was he was continuing to piston into me, and my body and head felt out of control. “Fuck, Eli. You feel...feel so fucking good. I knew you would.”
It sounded like your standard complimentary dirty talk, which was expected.
However, it added a whole new life to Eli’s motions.
He began to pound into me, holding my hips up with a fierce grip.
I had to force my head into the pillow as I cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.
Faintly, I was aware he never lost his precision.
He might be pounding me into oblivion, but he kept up the same pace and was always almost at the same angle.
I was left to thrash about on the bed, gripping the bedspread as he spread me open. I panted and moaned, feeling the way his motions were finally getting messy, and I whimpered. “Oh God, please come. Inside me, deep as you can. Make me yours.”
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one with a touch of the possessive breeding kink, because Eli thrust down into me as if trying to shove his entire body inside me, and let out a gasping cry as he held tight.
I groaned pitifully, my whole body alive with sensation and sensitivity.
I couldn’t feel the actual cum, but I could feel the way he jerked and twitched inside me, and how hard.
I’d thought he’d come a lot when I had sucked him off, but it felt never-ending.
His hips twitched and jerked against my ass as he stubbornly held our bodies flush, making sure I got every single drop.
“Holy shit ,” he groaned as he pulled out.
I barely noticed the discomfort as I quickly rolled over, almost kicking Eli off the bed in my desperation.
Reaching under me, I groaned as I shoved a few fingers inside me.
I didn’t know if it was his cum, the lube, or what, but I coated my fingers before wrapping that hand around myself.
The chances of it being his cum were pretty high, and I jerked myself off, knowing it was part of the load he’d just deposited deep inside me.
I felt his fingers take the place of mine.
Eli didn’t waver as he shoved his fingers into me, staring me dead in the eyes as I desperately jerked myself off.
My release was like a bomb, my body arching so I shoved Eli’s fingers into me as my cock twitched in my grip.
Warmth spattered and spread as pleasure ripped through me.
Everything went white as I felt my body jerk and twitch, and it was only by the greatest of miracles that I managed to strangle my cries into groans.
I was left gasping and heaving for breath.
Every part of me felt like it was buzzing with new life, and that life was peaceful and warm.
It left me feeling like I was about to float off the bed.
I knew that a significant part of my ecstasy came from not only the newness of it, but the excitement.
It was definitely the first time I’d been with someone who had been completely straight as far as they knew, so that was exciting.
The most significant part, though, came from the fact that my number one fantasy had just been realized.
And of course, because it was Eli, it always came back to that.
“You alright?” Eli asked, now he’d managed to catch his breath. He stared down at me with mild concern and a slight frown.
“Me?” I asked incredulously. “Me? I’m fucking fantastic. I’m beyond fantastic, I’m blown away, flying high, and not wanting to come down.”
“That was emphatic.”
“Still doesn’t cover how I’m feeling. I don’t think there are words. And if there are, I don’t know them.”
“Well...that covers it quite nicely.”
I eyed him. “I should be the one asking how you are feeling.”
I appreciated that he took a moment to respond. I was all for going with the moment and going with the flow, but there were times and places where thought and introspection were important. Him fucking me for the first time definitely counted as one of those times.
“Honestly? Even when I was thinking about it ahead of time, I wondered if I was going to be able to go through with it,” he answered slowly, fingers tapping on his bent knee, which I knew meant he was choosing his words carefully, mulling them over before he spoke.
“Which made sense. It’s one thing to be a little tipsy and get a blowjob because it was new and interesting, but actually to sleep with you?
The idea sounded interesting and fun, but reality and fantasy are different. ”
I chose to keep quiet and let him speak, something I could usually only manage with a high degree of success when it came to Eli.
Of course, I knew what he meant. Reality could be disappointing or more daunting than any fantasy.
I just so happened to be approaching it from the other side, where the fantasy had been dwarfed astronomically by the reality.
Nothing I’d fantasized about would ever come close to the feeling of him inside me, of the feeling of Eli letting loose in a way I had never known he could, and the reality of seeing him kneeling there, sated and relaxed because of me.
“Then it happened...and kept happening,” he continued, a smile forming.
“And now we’re here, and I’m feeling...great.
Like you said, there aren’t many words that cover how I’m feeling right now.
But...for the sake of this conversation, and because I know you’re lying there, waiting as patiently as you can to find out what that means for us.
..we’re good. We’re more than good. Because I’m clearly less straight than originally believed, and I’m definitely interested in you. ”
“Really?” I asked as if he and I hadn’t just spent time fucking like lovers who had been separated for months.
“Really, really,” he said with a grin. “I’m all fucked out right now, but I’m kneeling here, looking down at you covered in cum, probably leaking mine out of your ass, looking well fucked and comfortable as can be...and the horny part of my brain is very interested.”
That sent a flutter of arousal through me, but I let out a sigh. “Alas, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is tender and weak.”
“Something like that,” he said, rolling off the bed and heading toward the adjoining bathroom. He reappeared with a washcloth, warm and wet as he wiped me down. “So, does that answer your question?”
“Definitely.”
“So we’re clear, I thoroughly enjoyed myself?”
“Clear.”
“And that I have every intention of having more sex with you?”
“Noted and adding a notation to the bottom of how fucking exciting that is.”
“And that I’m definitely spending the night here?”
“Fuck, yes, you are.”
“Good.”
With that, he flopped onto the bed next to me, and I instinctively rolled to wrap my arm around his waist and lay my head on his chest. It wasn’t the first time we’d cuddled in bed, but this was different.
Not just because he was right and I had his cum inside me after he’d fucked me good and hard, but because our cuddling had always been intimate, but.
..not this kind. There had been comfort and security when I touched him, but now there was a new, warm edge to it, a gentle sort of happiness that made me want to kick my feet like an idiot, curl up into the source of that comfort and never let go.
It was the first step to loving someone, which was kind of funny because I already loved him, with what I had thought was all my heart.
It might still be all my heart, but now there was a new tone to it, a different shade that was growing.
Before all this, I would have been confused how anyone couldn’t fall in love with someone like Eli, but now I realized that for all my previous feelings toward him, they were nothing compared to what was forming in the depths of my heart.
Then his arm wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me tight, and I realized I could hear his heartbeat thumping steadily against my ear.
I breathed deep, taking in the smell of him, the woodsy body wash still clinging to his skin, the fresh smell of sweat and sex that was starting to fade, and I let my meandering thoughts go.
It felt like nothing could touch me, and I let the comfort it offered wrap around me as tightly as Eli was, closing my eyes and waiting for him to start talking or for sleep to take hold of me.
Either was fine.